Wednesday, November 27, 2013


Ndochema Amai misodzi yichi yerera Amai hapachina
Handichadzoreke Ishe apa mandi dzuura midzi
Ndodzungaira imo masango azere usiku
Zuva nezuva ndofumira kurongerera mumoyo rwendo rwembwa
Handichina tariro kwandoenda kana ruzivo kwandobva
Chamuka inyama pandinonetera ndoparere musoro
Ndikati ndidzokere kumusha nzira yacho yavesango
Iko kumusha kusina Amai  ndingawane zororo?
Asi nhai Imi Mwari makadii kundirotesawo iro zuva
Kudai ndakawana mukana weku tenda Amai
Zvino ndotenda iro guva here? Pindurai Mwari?
Kana iko kuchema kuri mumoyo achandinyaradza ndiani?
Iro ivhu ramedza Amai roseredzera neangu masodzi
Masodzi anenge chimvura mabwe
Pfungwa dzangu dzakomba churu chizere mibvunzo
Iwo matenga akakwidibirwa nerima hunzi munato usanzwike?
Makore erufu akwidibira chiedza chaindinatsa munzira
Tarisai zvino ndogumburwa nemiyedzo tsoka dzazare manga
Munguva dzekushaya mhepo dzezviyedzo dzowodza moyo nepfungwa
Mweya wangu wakwindimwara hauchina zororo
Rega ndicheme hama Kufirwa naAmai rwendo rwusina marongero
Chiwonai nhasi ndave musarandoga zai regondo
Amai maive gwati rekunze pahunde yemuti
Zvino achadzivirira muti iwo ndiani?
Aiwa kuita kwenyu Amai kwaipfura kwemurume hapana chandayishaiwa
Maive tsime rinoraramisa munyama zve nemumweya
Asi nhasi iro tsime zvino razare ivhu
Nguva dzose maifumo bata jongwe muromo badza ririkumusana
Hamai rase tariro kana kutiwira apo nyika yaishora munzira
"Jesu mununuri wangu" rwaiva rwiyo pamoyo pose pamaifamba
Munguva dzekutambudzika painetera vamwe ndopamaiwana simba
Mbiri yechi gandanga ndombiri yamuinayo Amai
Makandirwirira kusvika kumagumo musingatye kana irwo rufu
Makandiraira ndiri mumumvuri webapiro renyu
Nhasi ndakura ndave kuzvionera Amai ndinotenda
Pandaikundikana maiwana mashoko ekundisimudzira
Ndaive nechiremera nokuti mainatsa kufumuka kwangu
Maitsiudza neshamhu yerudo pandaikona muchi purudzira nepandai natsa
Rurimi rwenyu Amai rwaiva mukoko uzere mashoko anoraramisa
Asi maigaro taura Amai kubvira ndichiri rusvava
Kuti hamaive ibwe nhasi haagare ari nhasi
Asi ndiyani aziva muchatisiya kunze kuchaka yedza
Ndichaita sekutaura kwenyu "Ukashanda uchakunda"
Mazwi enyu ndinomanzwa kuhope ndirere nguva dzose
Ndichachengeta mirairo yenyu inonditsiudza muhupenyu
Kudzamara tisanganiswezve pamusi usinganonoki
Ndini mwana wenyu Amai ndinotenda

Thursday, September 19, 2013


                                        THE  VOW

I vow on this day, before God and man, to love you unselfishly 
To love you for who you are and not who I want you to be
I'll be your strength, your help, your comfort, your companion
I will be this and everything that love demands of me
That you may find warmth in my arms and always call it home
I vow to cherish our differences, to agree to disagree
To speak candidly when it's need and to share the silence too
I'll dream with you- dreams only we will share
I will stand by you, the man I am, and help you love life
That you may fill all the days of your life with happiness
I vow to love, cherish and honor you the cherub of my universe
To quench my thirst only from the waters of your fountain
I'll be devoted to this vow and honor its sacredness 
I will wake and it shall be my guide, my commandment to your heart
That I may be reminded of how God, on this day, has favored me
I vow, above all, to love you my love.

Tuesday, September 17, 2013


ONLY GOD CAN JUDGE ME so ITS ME AGAINST THE WORLD, MANY MEN plot my demise as I STARE THROUGH MY REAR-VIEW but I'M NOT AFRAID. All I need is ONE MIC, one opportunity, and in that MOMENT OF LIFE I will PICK THE WORLD. I'VE BEEN THROUGH THE WIRE if you can fathom that. Though nothing can compare to when I lost my DEAR MAMA a pain that violently runs vein deep I have nothing but SUICIDAL THOUGHTS and in my penniless pocket a LETTER TO MY UNBORN CHILD. Do you know what it feels like when you're about to LOOSE YOURSELF? To want to cry but the tears won't come? even when you have BETTER DAYS you get a knife and you just want to cut yourself, release some of the pressure that has become an abscesses, but it seems no one understands your GHETTO GOSPEL. AIN'T NO SUNSHINE just darkness and sniffles ON MY BLOCK while the watchers watch and the system harasses but still they have no clue WHO WE BE. It's hard to KEEP YOUR HEAD UP while walking down these streets, I learnt to SMILE to keep from being smothered  by my own pain. But the battle wages on for me step by step, heart to heart, even though I'm battle torn I try not to show it like a TOY SOLIDER. I've to keep on walking,meditating as I continue to grow ONE DAY AT A TIME though its hard to carry on and I know the future may not hold any CHANGES. I am not alone on these streets, I've travelled with travelers, young and old of different races. We have shared our struggles, we lost some loved ones on this hard road we travelled, we have reached heights but mostly loosing ground, but the  journey continues on until we reach THE ROAD TO ZION. At this point in MY LIFE have to save my soul, I've made to many sacrifices it seems, but I'm always at war with my shadow at every CROSSROAD.


Thinking of you
A dark cloud on my lonely mind shadows the days I spend alone The Eden of bliss you nurtured inside me now turns to stone In your absence, a brooding need for your warmth grows colder The hour, the calendar, all seem to be making me older I’ve held ample tears over and over till my eyes they’ve blind Some topple and mar my countenance but it pains most in my mind My other senses grow imperfect because of my eyes’ anguish I am an emotional wreck, a ruined piece of nature living to perish
Nights so long and cold now I gradually understand that an autumn Has passed. I snuggled in the blanket of your beauty, now it’s all torn. My emotions, swirls of wind like a cyclone, injure my heart with rages of reminiscent storms. In the poverty of loneliness, misery is my wages

Saturday, July 6, 2013


Red the color of the saviors blood which fell on Calvery
Redeeming sinners, of whom I'm chief, from Satans slavery
Sun bright gold is the color of  God and the gospel wherein we are called
It's warmth, tender yet candid, harbors even hearts that are cold
Green is the color of hope, new beginnings, miracles of life
The quintessence of Yahwehs teeming amidst pain and strife

White is the color of the Spirit of God who protects us
Our voice of reason, our comforter, in prayer our friend in Jesus
Blue is the color of the vast splendor of the heavens above
A beacon to the prodigal to Jehovah's never ending  love
Rainbow is the color of Gods unique family in heaven's mansions
Living in accord with crowns of stars as the word mentions

Matt 6:33
" but seek ye first the kingdom of God, and his righteousness;
And all these things shall be added unto you

Monday, June 24, 2013


I'd love to say that it's easier now that you packed and are gone
Like a clown I'd put on a show, I'd say it doesn't hurt to be alone
I'd want to say how much I haven't missed you but I'd choke on the words
I long for your warm embrace but my feeble emotions aren't ready for the worst
So I find myself dragging my feet to my local, in my corner I have the usual, one too many
In my stupor I'd dial your number and say I'm on my way home honey
I'd hear your voice reminding me of the keys in the broken flower pot and food all warmed
It seems no matter how hard I try to forget, thoughts of you are always constantly formed
Your hairs on my pillow a painful reminder of how I used to caress you in your sleep
I haven't changed the sheets for your scent I long to forever keep
Perhaps tomorrow you will return to me and our world as you knew it
Thinking of you gives reason to my being, it's the only way I can exist
How do I move on when every road leads me back to where we first met
Back to that first hello, that first smile, that first kiss and all it meant
It's moments like these I see you, a mirage it maybe but all so sure real
Clandestinely I converse, insanity keeps me going, numbs all the hurt I feel
I'm in a  delirium, thoughts of you are more real than your absence
This animal I've become, of it I grapple with to fathom a sense
If, with time I heal and learn to love again- I will always be THINKING OF YOU

Friday, June 14, 2013


Love? What love? Whose love? Why love? Love?
Love has bequeathed nothing but heartache and pain
I've been abandoned by love only to be embraced by shame
Love has left me lifeless, cold, and isolated as the grave
Its pillars have failed me only to crumble on the hope i gave
A soul overrun with wild flowers of hate, frustration and anger
Thought i knew love only to wake up to a total stranger
Tis' love that begot me? Tis' it that gave me up for adoption
Nay, i insisted on being born than to die in love's ocean
On the path to self destruction with all the fervor of a wild fire
At arms with love from the cradle to the pyre with unbridled desire

Sunday, May 12, 2013


Its like a rose
This beautiful thing
Its appropriate for different kind of reasons
But its end never has a reason
Its pleasant when left to take its natural course
For touching it could change the admires tone
It has the power to bring hope to a concrete world
But denied the waters of life
Its beauty fades like the day into the night
Its like a rose this beautiful thing i found
I've witnessed it melt the hearts of stone
When it is natural it can bring healing to a war zone
Its like a rose it brings tears of sorrow and of joy
I've seen it at funerals where it is most sincere
For it visits often
It's like a rose this beautiful thing
Its beauty comes with thorns
Yet the rich and poor seek its protective wings
Its like a rose this beautiful thing
What a beautiful thing it is indeed


I haven't flashed a smile in a long while,
Like an unexpected pregnancy i need a way out,
Impregnated to insanity by a semen rich with suicidal fantasies,
I'm pacing in the room, fighting mirrors  for i can't face my realities,

Shadows of my past bring daymares so i constantly fist fight against the wall,
Stupor on yesterdays sorrows numbed to today's pain,
Am i a dead man walking? Am i just plain psychotic?
Feels like I am in a war and the battle has become apocalyptic

I'm sick inside without a sense of feeling,
I wounder whats worse living after you die or dying while you're still living?
My mind is a delirium though realty's walls are closing in like a cyclone,
Open the suicidal doors its my life my demise shall be my song,

Perhaps i will matter as i lay in that casket,
Eulogies and tears the epitaph of my existence,
Hope beyond the grave as they lay these cemented stones,
In peace after tempest storms shall rest these restless bones,

So i relocate to the cemetery in the heart of the night,
Angels and demons at war for a demented seeking soul,
Shackles of uncertainty bind me eternally to a long known fate,
These thoughts,these empty harrowing thoughts, a naked minds bait