the Amandzing way

rattling teeth, dog stuck to tree
eskom aint working for me
why you giving away our electricity
for free
mnumzane gcabashe?
when last did your power go off
But its ok
we paying you 900 thousands a year
we like getting left with
the left overs of your jerk off
and still, still! you shake a tin for your
SAVE THE ELECTRICITY FUND
at us, put it up put it up put up with it
put up with it
to hell with it
thabo stays warm
behind his 90 million wall
phumzie aint talking,
she’s still in her jet
no blackouts for her yet
our criminal leaders above the law
5 thou for 180kph or more
its not who you know, its who you are
and you and I, my friend,
are at the wrong end of selebis gun
rattling teeth, dog stuck to tree
mark this day, SA’s going for free…

We might just be more alike than you think… « SanityFound’s Rambling’s

Thank you SanityFound, its taken me a while but I’ve worked this incoming link thing out…well, to answer this is not as easy as one might think, it involves a whole lot of soul baring… and i never wuz any good with lists…

A. List 5-10 things of commonality that you have in common with the human race and/or nature.
commonality
• noun (pl. commonalities) 1 the sharing of features or attributes.

I’m fairly tired of the small portion of the human race
who deem it neccesary to denigitrate and inculcate fear while they
infiltrate as much hate as they can into their fellow man
i prefer to open my life like a flower to those who are good
like rain in the desert i’ll soak up your love
and return unto you a cave of safety
with a she-wolf at the door
holding a prickly cactus in each paw
with great care you’ll make your way past the spines
and find
the soft centre of me

B. List 5-10 things that you may have in common with the human race and/or nature.

i prefer the silence of the tree’s
to the screeching of humans
the soft ripple of a gentle spring
to the crass crashing of mechanical things
through the sight of a bird on the wing
i can see insignificant me
through the majestic eagles eyes
gravity bound being
pretending to fly in the sea
i’m a dolphin look at me
no
i’m a beached whale now
too tired to move
when i’m in the bush
i’m as quiet as can be
but still clumsy and noisy
like a herd of zebra fighting
over tea
sometimes i really dislike
the human part of me

the smell of gun oil
and authority go hand in hand
in my bleeding land
an innocent born into a living war
then taught at school
unquestioningfool
how to be south african white
against
south african black
onegunawarcanmake
while a tightly clenched fist
punches holes in the clear blue african sky
to celebrate freedom
tocelebrateswappingwhitetyrannyforblack
AMANDLA! AWETU! AMANDLA! AWETU!
third world country trying to be acceptable to the west
whats wrong with what suits us best
always trying to beat the rest
morelawstighterlawsstricterlawsmorelawsmorelaws
whats wrong with the old ways
we’ve lost our way
lets do it the african way
thereisnodefinition
we’ve lost our way
asimbonanga
we’ve lost our way

amanda

alone forever I’ll never be
just you and me
remembering those first words
we’ll build a world of our own
where no one ever comes
you ignoring my fighting being loved
loving me anyway
while I learn to love myself

amanda

i’m playing in the light
working my right to be heard
and blinging my words with rhythm
and rhyme playing on time with time
in time all the time
i have something to say
i’m going to get my way
dont get in my face its not your place
i’m in a race against me
setting my words free its the only way
this is today
this is my now

amanda

bored at a press conference…

i see no beauty
in the buildings around me
stainless steel relieved by concrete
and potted trees
no home for evening nesters and no sleepy chirps
except perhaps…
human hamsters scuttle about in concrete cages
separated in these modern ages from natural land by panes
of solid see through molten sand
alcohol fuelled chatter of people in property
who matter
they stretch their buildings towards the sky
concrete empires leave them high fooling themselves
they can fly, they don’t need wings
why
don’t they just stand outside?

amanda

deja vu in black and white
history once again sees the light
what was then is now
and as africa chases its tail
a harvard educated intelligentsia says
there is no crisis in zimbabwe
sanitised politicised african thug
with a plastic smile
plastered on his greying mug
could care less about blood
leaking into graves dug for the people
by the people
he’s just misunderstood
when the people
are brutalised by an african nazi
who flails at the west while he rapes a human rights test
his countrymen flee his spittle-flecked love
mugabes on the warpath with china at his side
against zimbabwe
chinese weapons seek a port of entry
as politicians obliviate, obsfucate, validate
an unassailable fucking degenerate
deja vu in black and white
history plays itself out
kabila, botha, amin
africas at play again

tiny little e
where i’m supposed to edit replys
its linked to snapshots and wont get out the way
when i want to say
thank you for believing in me, with me
make it go away
i want to reply to my comments every day
its disrespectful not to
and i want to but that (insert multiple descriptive detailed expletives)
little effing eeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee wont effing let meeeeeeeeeee!!!!!!!!!!!

please help.

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moonlight
bathed in its soft light
in my mind
i dance in ethereal white
ancient drums thrum rhythms older than the mountains in time with my heart
my soul jerks free from its moorings going touring along moonbeams
meeting dreams and spirits flitting from heavenly pathways and celestial highways
bringing whispered love from ancestors seated on their stars
this
is my Africa

amanda