Assegaai Trails

Forged inside, I endorsed my anger,

eliciting pain on my foes....expunger!!

They thought they'd conjure up an eternal solace.
They fought my blade but forgot my face.

I needed this entropy to find my peace,

and sound my victory on a golden fleece.

An enigma construed within a chalice dismantled,

embracing the bitterness of hearts disgruntled.

Here I am, slithering from an endless infernum.

Perpetrating a war cry that tears the tympanum.
Boomerang darts ricochet like a pendulum,

forcing tongues to speak devoid of a frenulum.

Never will I leave my enemies behind.

Albeit their pleas, I annihilate their kind.

Blood flows through my assegaai trails

and tells you my story in all its details.

I'm a warrior sworn to swing the Lords battle axe.

Slaying the depraved whilst they turn on their backs.

Behold, I came not to bring peace but a sword

So let he that has an ear hear what the spirit said.

Matthew 10:34

To Kill the Killer

If there is a killer on the loose,
everybody is wondering whose gonna die next.
But you are different, you are the killer that possesses the mind of a victim.

Why pick that knife up? Why slit your own wrists?
Why count those many pills? Why take that overdose?
Why find that rope? Why tie it round yo kneck?
Why go to that river? Why drown yourself in?
Why give up your hope? Why refuse to take those pills.

If there is a killer on the loose,
he has your picture and it might be X'ed.
But I am different, I am the killer that kills the mind of the victim

I will take the knife and cut the rope from the hanging man
I will take the rope and throw it to the drowning man
I will take the pills from the overdosing man
I will give the pills to the sick and hopeless man.

If there is a killer on the loose,
he wont kill you unless he is.....YOU!!

A Life In Many Lives

A dancer hidden behind the sounding drums.
An apocalypse dawning before the end of time.
Too sudden for all like a thief in the night,
She was born into the world and was scornfully bred.

Her innocence lost within the sting of a life
that engraved its insignia underneath her skin.
For once she was, fresh as cherry blossoms,
now lays cocooned in her own shrine of bitterness.

She is...
A soul desperate for notice among thousands.
A soft wind whistling through an empty chasm.
A girl loathed and betrothed to a dying hope.
A life that lost its own and now lives in many lives.

Inspired by Nambula Nyambe's eponymous quote; ''A life in many lives''.

My Happy Birthday

Ever needed a hug on a cold and restless night?

Ever wanted a kiss in the deaming moonlight?

Even scarecrows get scared sometimes

and they hide behind the stacks of corn.

Ever hoped for peace in the middle of a fierce fight?

Ever wished you'd paint the skies with a thousand kites?

Even angels walk on the ground sometimes

and they rest their wings perfectly untorn.

Ever felt that the world was as cold as a frostbite?

Ever dreamt of love that warms you up like a farenheit?

Even heroes have wounds that bleed sometimes

and they softly cry from the prick of a thorn.

Ever needed a friend when perils are on first-sight?

Ever prayed a thief to never steal your birthright?

Even I have thoughts like these sometimes

But I wish to thank God for the day I was born.

HAPPY BIRTHDAY To Me !!!!!

Through A Man's Head

This note is graphical..kindly avoid reading if you are a sensitive person.

Blood splattered on the windows, a white substance dripping from the walls.
Flies buzzing from his mouth with a stench that could cling on to your clothes for days.
I saw all of this through a huge hole in a mans head.
Why did he have to put a revolver in his mouth and blow his brains out?
Standing behind him, I dreaded seeing his face, or perhaps the remains of it.
He sat in that swingable chair, with his legs twisted in a fashion only him could explain.
A cigarette butt with a black hole on the carpet, he must have drawn-in a last smoke.
...and as his cat smoothly walked in on me like nothing wrong ever happened,
I soon realised how lonely he must have felt before his demise.
A demise he must have brought upon himself for some reason.
A reason he must have entertained for some time.
A time he must have chosen for some lie.
A lie he must have believed in exchange for his life...
With a sigh, I looked for a note or perhaps a recorded tape..there must have been something..
He wouldnt just die like that without telling a soul why he did it.
I gave up within the hour after hitting the light switch and nothing happened.
It was getting too dark in there and I left my specks in the car.
I could see blood stained mail and unopened electric bills piled-up on the floor.
I disgustedly chased the cat busy leaking his brains off the wall..she must have been hungry.
From the smell, the poor man pulled his trigger more than a week ago.
It was now pitch black but I couldnt just leave without seeing his face.
The cops said they'd be there in the next minute..as they always promise.
I turned him on his chair to see his face..........
I couldnt believe that the man sitted in that chair was................. ME!!!

( We die spiritually before we realise it..."its the little foxes that destroy the vine"...
song of solomon 2:15 )

My Identity

I spit my mind onto this crazy beat

as I feel the mic reverberate my voice.

They clap their hands and stomp their feet

and their ears hear without a choice.

I came here, to a night of coldness,

surrounded by these infinite crowds.

To connect them through a mic thats cordless,

and put an end to their nimbus clouds.

By the flowing of their blood, my words find tempo.

With the rushing of their nerves, from their heads to the knees.

By the beating of their hearts, my God finds temple.

In the twitching of their muscles, I promise them ease.

I create a rhythm that their bodies wont resist..

I elate a freedom that their bondage wont consist..

The weapon i use does not profit the richer,

but its more than a clenched fist.

The identity I use is not prophet or preacher,

but its more than a rap artist.

Who am I?....*read Psalm 8:4-6*

The Faded Canvas

Unearth,
Unlock,
Unstrap,
Unbind,
Unyoke,
Unzip,
Untie,
and unbutton yourself from anything that bottons you,
then ties u,
then zips you,
then yokes you,
then binds you
then straps you,
then locks you,
and buries you under the earth.
You where not meant to be discovered or to be realised
to be recovered or to be synthesized
to be uncovered or to be fantasized
You where always more than what they could find
You where meant to be likened unto a painting
artfully drawn on the faded canvas of life,
scratched to be revealed as a ragged fault,
and wiped to be beheld as a wondrous masterpiece.
You are too much of a giant to be ignored,
too much of a champion to loose,
too much of a legend to be forgotten....
and too much of YOU to be THEM!!

I'm Mind-Hearted

I am mind-hearted my mind has a jury and its laws are enforcing.
if my heart denies my mind, my mind minds its own business.
for the business of my mind is to set my heart free.

As times became rough my heart was cold-hearted
But my mind grew stronger when my heart was hardened
It has been my hearts will for my mind to be heartened
yet my mind denied this in the times departed

my mind is anabolic, it builds when my heart is useless
My mind becomes a heart when my heart is heartless,
The heart beat of a mind is in the speed of of its thoughts
It never skips a beat like hearts do in arterial clots

My thoughts are relevant, just like kisses can heart-melt
when my mind has lost thought, the condolence is heart-felt
I wont lie, hearts and minds are not sweethearts
I'd be dragging Sahara to where the beautiful sea starts

If a heart throbs then you know its a heart-ache
If a head throbs then you know its a head-ache
when my mind suffers a head-ache it takes Aspirin to kill it
But when my heart suffers a heart-ache only time will heal it

If I was asked to choose between a heart and a mind
I'd still use my mind to answer the question in mind
My mind thinks straight, with an upside-down turn
yet my heart will loose beat and develop a heart-burn

A heart deceives, it never falls when its faint-hearted
A heart can be soft even when its stonehearted
you can not see a heart even when its open-hearted
You can not weigh a heart even when its heavy-hearted

I'm mind-hearted
My mind has eyes and its eyes can see
I'm mind-hearted
The business of my mind is to set my heart free!!

Romans 12:2

Fallen

The thought of you creates an ambiance around me.

It clearly summons your very presence.

Though conspicuously an illusion, my imagination defeats reality

and am once more lost in this wonderland.

Blossoming in my arms, your petals softly sojourn.

As fragile as snowflakes yet you make me so strong.

Will i find rest in th presence of thorns?

or shall I dance to the beat of tuneless songs?

I rily dont care of those rights and wrongs

coz all i need is to be yours, tooth and nail, flesh and bones.

Sapphire eyes, on a silky skin.

The longest locks cover your head

Yes! You are full of fragrance, your breath calls the bees.

Your strawberry lips, they whisper me back to life.

Yes! Your face is so enchantingly divine..and so now am falling.

NO!! I'VE ACTUALLY FALLEN!!

Co-Written by Alice Chinyimba & Mutenta Nyambe

(6th July 2010)

The Vitruvian Man

I stood still and watched my thoughts stray

a vitruvian man with an open heart

looking for gold in stacks of hay

he reached the end before the start

I found rusty nails driven by a hammer

deep into the flesh of the dying man

I pressed my ears against his hearts murmur

and watched his life set with the sun

I heard spears savagely sharpened

upon the rocks of that distant hill

whats the worst that possibly happened

for His love to deserve an instant kill

Pain beyond tears, shame beyond despoil

as i saw his blood trickle the dry sands

like a dulcet flower in the burning of soil

his beauty was poisoned by ugly hands

I stand still and promise never to stray

from this vitruvian man with an open heart

who looked for gold in stacks of hay

and by his painful death I was begat!

Yesterday

Yesterday is like the sweetest dream
Yesterday is just another has been
Yet today I'd wish you and I could redeem
A feeling more special than what has been.

Yesterday i forgot about today
Yesterday i only thought about you
Yet I didnt care what I would have to say
coz all I knew was that my heart was true.

  

Yesterday I used the strongest word
Yesterday I said that 'I loved you'
Yet yesterday hasn't changed what you heard
coz today am still saying it to you.
Yesterday I experienced a miracle
Yesterday I saw a broken pippet work
My yesterday's greatest oracle
was when you prayed for my heart ache

Yesterday I knew i'd miss you
yesterday I wish I would'nt go south
Yesterday if I had to kiss you
your taste would still be in my mouth.

But yesterday is gone forever
as yesterdays go the furthest end
I hope today you will always and forever
Be my one and only true friend!!!!

Halogen

Astronaults am too fly, might need a rocket.

Electrons am too powerfull, cant shock my bodys socket.

Hollywood am more than a star, awaken th sunshine in my back pocket.

Space am a spirit, you cant fill me like a bucket.

Am uncatchable like halogen molecules in an empty basket.

It aint over! no!! no!! God will never put my name on th devils docket!!!

Free

Spit your bitterness onto the blank slate.

Speak the hate but yet only in silence.
voices wasted interest not,
lest they be called more than a group of meaningful words spoken in a terrible haste.
Crown your nest aroof the crooked arms of the wisdomest tree.
By the Lords stripes you are healed n perpetually set FREE!!!

My country

My country gives its people dreams before they lay down to sleep.

My country is covered by red soils so rich God used them to form the very flesh of mankind.

My countrys sun radiates goldens rays that blossom the flowers of your inner spirit.

My country is a land of peace overflowing like fountains that give life to your soul.

My country is zambia !!

Listen to me...

The air is out for the taking...care to breathe.
The day is history in the making...dare to live.

I see a world devoid of my creative ideas...
I hear its voice seasoned with arrestive fears...

The power in the blood of a king...rare to find...
When you fight with a king of the ring...bare in mind...

That the knowledge I share is for ellative ears...
It changes your thoughts in automotive gears

New Love

Exit my now?..i cant

Re-enter my then?..I wont

She holds the buttons that make me smile

and so I've been doing that for a while

When she brightened on me the colours that dint show

Somehow she managed to be everything I need....and more!!
Long live the heart that finds new love when everything is old!!
Long live the love that still burns when everything is cold!!

I Frail...

Where is that hiding place for me?
Where is that rock that covers me?
In my strength am totally spent..and my weakness is evident.
Where shall i find my refuge?
To whom will i bow for help?
Indeed my path is narrow and my days are shortened.
I frail like a fragile flower far from the shores of life.
I am swept away like the chaff of a forgotten field and all my hopes are dried up under the scorching sun.
To whom will i pour out my broken heart?
In whose ears will my contrite spirit cry out?
My hands are restless and all my voice is gone.
My eyes are openned up to a closed heaven as the thick clouds pour out a flood that crushes over me.
In whose hands will i find my redemption?
In the midst of my raging storm, anchor me to the one that saves my perishing soul.
In the centre of my chaos, remember that you formed me within my mothers womb.
In the heart of my troubles, remember that i know no other God except you.
Arise Oh God, i desperately need you!!!

The Way I Did

Your easy words...my stolen mind.
Your cheap lies...my believing heart.
And how foolish could a woman be, but act like the way I did.

Your short song...my forever melody.
Your brief escort...my eternal journey.
And how dumb could a woman be but follow like the way I did.

Your swift touch...my passionate love.
Your lame joke...my bursting laughter.
And how low could a woman go but give herself like the way I did.

Your little step...my giant leap.
Your simple trick...my broken heart.
And how learned could a woman be but taught a lesson like the way I did.

Vanished...

When I stared into her sunken eyes,
they silently screamed out a series of disturbing thoughts.
And if only her bitten lips would crack her very soul open,
they would unleash a pandora so devoid of hope the sun would flee from the light of day.
One would solemnly beg to see her smile,
even in the count of a second.
But alas, she's already vanished within the whistling sounds of the passing wind.

Tears Falling On Snow

To the one I love...

See me now, feel me smile..
yes wean my heart not from this bliss now
beautiful till my scars get lost in slow
motion like tears falling on snow.

Sunshine, from my face's glow
draws my shadow on the floor
only you could let it show
how your love is my hearts overflow

and not what they thought to know
but i took it all in to swallow
you knew but i dint know how
they'd one day look and simply say wow



tailor made for my soul
head over heels for my fall
your love is pure hallow
as painfully sweet as cupids arrow

See me now, feel me smile..
yes wean my heart not from this bliss now
beautiful till my scars get lost in slow
motion like tears falling on snow.

Shining Shadows

Shadows shadows shadows...
Shadows that shine so bright.
Shadows shadows shadows.
Shadows that extinguish my light.
Shadows that hide the shapes of shadowy creatures of night.
Lord let me be the brightness that chases away tonights false light of shining shadows.

Light Years

Whose story will begin like ours? From shriveled leaves on a broken flower to a sudden twitch on my life line and here I am staring at the stars, wondering if its really your face I see in the night skies.

...and only time will tell how much I saw when I stared into your eyes. Heaven knows I'd need a thousand light years to explain.

But time has never really been here for us, so I breathe in hard and hope its enough for me to say I will be here waiting...
And while you remain gone, you are like a fragrance dissolved in my memories that scents the threads of my inner soul. You are the origin of the impulse my heart keeps beating from. Only this time I hear it beating even faster as I close my eyes and recall you, drawing me hearts in the mist on my bedroom window.

Whose story will end like ours? From shredded hearts and a broken smile to a sudden glitch and my moons turn into one summer afternoon, still leaving me wondering if its really your face I see on my doorstep...

and only time will tell how much I now see while am staring into your eyes. Heaven knows I will need a thousand light years to explain...
And those years start by me saying "I LOVE YOU".

The Love Cord

I remember the beautiful feeling of being in the inside of you...i felt your touch from the walls of my soft skin.

..and while i was still to this world unfathomed, you connected me to the circuit of life from within your matrix.

Like a hidden secret so deeply encrypted within the indwelling sheath of an incorruptible chrysalid, for many days and nights i buoyantly rested upon the fluids of your protection.

You knew my thoughts before my tongue could speak, for we spoke to eachother in the language of heartbeats.

You met my needs before my mouth could feed, coz all i ever needed was your love unconditional.

I shared in your happiness, everytime you smiled i kicked inside to show i was right there with you.

I also felt your gripping pain whenever you cried..and as your tears streamed down your seeded belly, i moved inside to show i was still right there with you.

Could we still be one, bound by the love that once perfected us, if we remained intertwined through the cord that once connected us?

I wish there was a way for every child to be born twice, a way for me to go back into my mothers womb...coz then i would have a second chance to experience real love once again.

(inspired by the sight of suffering children in D-block)

The Agony Pill

Karma, for the last time i beg you to stay.


Trauma, to my head bleeds my thoughts astray.


Drama, in my cold house with a stenchy spray.


Osama, blow my mind from the agonies today.


In summer, will the light from the sun guide the way?


If a farmer, finds his rest in the stacks of the hay.


Will a pharmacist take a pill and reunite with the clay?


(Inspired by the shocking outcomes of rural postings)

Faith

Inspired by the song "Believe" by Commissioned.

-You could reach a thousand miles with just one step. You could touch the blue skies with just one leap..and when your hopes are beyond where your legs can reach u, do not be afraid to believe.

-You could make a song with just one word, you could touch the world with that one song..and when your dreams are beyond what your voice can sing,do not be afraid to believe.

-you could grow a garden with just one seed. you could water a forest with just one drop..and when your needs are beyond what your hands can provide, do not be afraid to believe.

-Coz that one step, that one leap, that one drop, that one seed, that one song and that one word is called FAITH!!!

The Eclipse, the Waterfall, the Rainbow

The sun is ever shining,

yet an eclipse is most cherished..

The river is ever flowing,

yet a waterfall is most admired.

The rain is ever falling,

yet a rainbow is most celebrated.

 In your life, know that;

when your sun stops shining,

when your river stops flowing and

when your rain stops falling

 you will always be;

The Eclipse that i cherish,

The Waterfall that i admire and

The Rainbow that i celebrate.

(27th May, 2007

Our Thoughts

The thoughts of a human mind are highly metastatic, contagiously exuding through and far beyond the chrysalids of this trivial world. And though the brain remains benignly encapsulated within our cranial spaces, its ideas vehemently protrude through our bulging fontanelles.

The thoughts of a mind are formulated with a similar concoction to that of an elixir carefully compounded within the instruments of an expert alchemist. Our mind can not stay long before it violently suspends on the slippery scaffolds of the unfathomable truth. Truth that a mind can harbor diabolical thoughts so detestable they could straighten the crooked back of a scoliotic.

For those whose eyes are slowly entering into rhitodosis, thoughts of impending death are less stronger than the hope of a proximal quietus. Our true hope shall not pend in oblique obscurity. Our thoughts shall not be spent on complete impurity. Our thoughts shall rest Supinely, Somnolently, Sonorously and Unsordidly on JESUS CHRIST!!!