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poems that are largely Christian oriented while not compromising on their political, higher truth, life loving and controversial nature in a sense that they ask questions and provide answers fundamental to human existence which most religious subjects would not dare ask. These material will furnish you with different perspectives of life and serve as one of the many lifelines of the new spiritualism through its simple and understandable content.
poems that are largely Christian oriented while not compromising on their political, higher truth, life loving and controversial nature in a sense that they ask questions and provide answers fundamental to human existence which most religious subjects would not dare ask. These material will furnish you with different perspectives of life and serve as one of the many lifelines of the new spiritualism through its simple and understandable content.
poems that are largely Christian oriented while not compromising on their political, higher truth, life loving and controversial nature in a sense that they ask questions and provide answers fundamental to human existence which most religious subjects would not dare ask. These material will furnish you with different perspectives of life and serve as one of the many lifelines of the new spiritualism through its simple and understandable content.
S SE ER RI IO OU US S T TI IM ME ES S Its in the full wake of the night, My hands are afforded the use of a sickle and a sledge hammer, I am digging every tomb with the year 76 on it, Tirelessly dashing from one graveyard to another, Gone too soon you should have taught us how to unite.
While its true that our countrys story can only be spelled out and made sense of in black and white, Divisions amongst the natives ignite xenophobic attacks, Please consider this a hint if you dont see us through heavenly specs; Our democracy is full of potholes and filthy cracks, Continually; Slugs do rip the peaceful nights apart, All the while, Politicians are counting money in stacks. Down here, We still burn them libraries; the machines that print, copy and fax, Justice department is in the rich mans pocket Blacks still live in racks! Men have become beasts, Elders are dismissed, Women and children are still used and abused, Majority of the youth is in alcohol, marijuana, nyaope and man-rax! This very youth is effectively arrested in the ineffectiveness of their own digital social networks.
Believe you me in the new South Africa; Talk is still cheap and death is definitely for free, OMG! As a man sow so shall he reap But when will I die for me to believe? Look around; The protected are the rich, Poor victims are everyday blown away like a heap of dry leaves. I am sorry but I am devastated by what happened in Lonmin, Though Africa is the origin of all the worlds religions, Chronicles
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Africans were assassinated by people whose definition of GOD is Gold, Oil and Diamond! Many are times I, From my very pain find myself convicted to speak, Compatriots you will know what I mean; Our elders died for this land, Now we die for the services But its the same thing we still die for the land all over again!
As a black male, I am affected by the death of every other man For no man is an Island; Everyman is a piece of the continent a part of the main! This are the serious times, Open your eyes and examine the neighbourhood, Aids takes lives as if it was being paid If I could, I would pack it into a container and export it to foreign planets where there is no life! But then again there is no AIDS Its only people, Thats the worst thing about aids, It takes lives.
W Wa ai it t f fo or r y yo ou u Because this was the woman of his dreams, Adam slept when Eve was being made out of his rib. Witnessed by every creature he gave name to, Adams bone and flesh were the only goods given through, Through which he became two Yet in marriage that two became one again, What I am saying is; The oneness of living is the message inscribed in the naked truth of Eden, Liston!
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There were no wedding rings in their matrimony, No cake with cherry and icing cream, No double press for him, No wedding dress for Eve, They were both proud in their tailor-made brand new birthday suits And nothing mattered! So long as God made her suitable Adam was living his dream.
I would like to believe living a dream unfolds differently to each one of us According to the kind of idea we hold of living a dream, Some say living a dream is looking at her and seeing myself, They say living a dream is understanding every word she is not saying Because more often than not, Women do speak without the use of words. They say living a dream is me speaking and her finishing off my sentences, They say living a dream is having a bigger house, A model wife and beautiful kids, Then have money change cars and you will live in peace.
But you see my idea of living a dream is nothing like that, In fact my idea of living a dream goes way beyond the paradigms of the haves and the have nots, It is beyond the ups and the downs, perceivable tangibles, poverty and riches, profit and loss, Without mentioning a lot, My idea of living a dream is even beyond the sweetness of her voice, Her crystal eyes, clear skin, expressive lips and dimples, It is beyond her bushy eyebrows, The silk of her hair, beautiful hips and limbs, Goodies and holidays, Romantic dinners, gifts and presents and whatnots
While all that is good seen said and done, My idea of living a dream abounds in the ability to merge not only our bodies, But our souls and spirits too until the two become one, Chronicles
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Until my people become her people My God become her God, My idea of living a dream is not in me finding that one person I can live with, But it is in me finding that one person I cannot live without.
She will be a dark-thick forest of love in the middle of which, Hidden in the shadows and merely perceptible run a river of romance which, I, Like a traveller lost in the desert on the verge of dying of dehydration Will bend and eagerly drink of its life giving waters, If I may introduce you to this somebodys daughter; She is a type that belongs to that small minority Of women whose tunics and dungarees rip something off their beauty, I am talking beauty that belongs to the bygone centuries when the cannons of beauty, Were dictated not by managers of modelling agencies and editors of womens magazines But by great painters like Goya and Rubens.
I swear to you she wont be known for the frequent change of expensive hairstyles, The perfume she wears and make up she puts on, The clutch bags, designer clothes, manicures and pedicures, She will be a to die for sister and a shining star to her in-laws, She will be my sanctuary, The temple in whose inner courts I am turned into a sacrifice, She will be more than just a beautiful wife Her footsteps will be guided by heavenly order, She will possess the courage and the character of Ester, The bravery and the intelligence of Deborah, With the undying determination of Ruth, She will do more that those that descended the ill on a mat from the roof, She will save lives! And when I have lost my way and retreated from all the good, God will not tear me apart like the red sea Or the Israel monarch when He rejected Saul as king, Cause like the sensible and beautiful Abigail Chronicles
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She will humbly go to the Lord and intercede for me, And as she cries, As she cries silently like Hannah, It will be because my love for her is like ten sons moving on the inside of her, Come draughts come floods I will die for this woman Like Uria died for Bathsheba in cold blood!
As expected of a real mother figure, She will hide our kids from destruction and put her life online instead Like Moses mother did before she let him cruise on river Nile, Somebody please allow me to talk to this woman for a while;
Your eyes are the gates to that other world, The world of knowing the songs of the lake, The speech of clouds and trees, Come with me lets travel to the fairest mountains where the sun goes to sleep, There we will look for a valley with fish in the stream, A dear in the woods and perhaps a pair of eagles nesting in the highest trees, There we will name the winds, rivers and springs, Every moment will be made immortal And every garden a statement of the poetry of living with you, No offence but being here next to you Is like visiting a cemetery where all my love has been buried, I guess what I am trying to say to you is; Until such time that we are married, I will wait! I will wait for you like the church waits for Christ, Like Jesus waited for that woman at the well of Jacob in the land of Samaritans, I will wait! Moses waited for Ziporah at the well of the Medians aged forty, Jacob waited for fourteen long years to marry Rachel, All I am saying is; I will wait for you like Jesus waited for crucifixion, Chronicles
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Like David waited for his inaugurations This time, I will wait! For you.
A At t m my y p pa as ss si in ng g At my passing I shall split heaven open with my prayers, Clouds will crack, The sky will fold in multiple layers, The sun will lie on mother earth And produce abnormal temperatures at my passing, At my passing Angels will be held accountable, With broken wings they wont fly, They will have to be answerable watch-overs, Breath will be so in short supply, Demons will choke and die Leave the devil a mourning widower, Gone too soon What will fail to remain stable is the moon At my passing, At my passing trees will turn upside down So that photosynthesis happens underground, I will be dressed in black dressed in white will be my mother, In memory of my friends paper and pen she introduced me to when I was younger.
Do not take me to cemetery, But lay me between lines of metaphors in the forestry of poetry Lest my grave be confronted by generations, At my passing do not call me sir Call me Seraphim!
T Th he e P Po oe et t S Sh he e B Be ec ca am me e Chronicles
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When a man meets a woman, Its like a florist standing in the field of flowers, And after being captured in the beauty of nature for hours He lets his mind take a picture of this new amazing mixture of colours, But before he blinks Something catches his attention, He therefore breaks links With anything for he has seen something of exceptional attraction, Its not just a flower, He realizes now that he gets close to it, He reaches out for it, He holds, strokes and kisses it, He then can tell; There is nothing like it! Whether you are a man or a woman, Thats just what happens when a man meets a woman.
I met her in the art galore, She was coming upstairs when we exchanged hellos, Her eye stair caused my stomach a steer, It felt like I had just swallowed a cluster of raw allows, She was calm in my eyes Quiet and intelligent, Her eyes were as observant as those of a secret agent, She looked more of an angel that never knew sin For her skin was smoother than encyclopaedia pages, I had never seen someone like that in ages, And somewhere in the pages of a chapter In the book of my life I met her at the altar.
She made me her king, Though the ring was forgotten in a jewellery tin, They sang a hymn we kissed and I made her my queen She was right! Chronicles
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She was right when she said she was to me like the sun by day, The radiant giant in the Milky Way Yet the obvious greatest deception to a human eye, God! how could I have been so blind? I tell you now if you dont believe me ask the wise; No matter how yellow it looks but the suns real colour is white! I cant help believing we could have avoided the fights, The sleepless nights, Together as one Only death would have done us part Had she, Unlike the sun shown me her true colour from the start.
Together we dined and wined, We reasoned and rhymed, Oh! I should have known I was nothing to her just a lesson in time I was the first one with a poem when we got married, But then I turned this pen into a spear So I would be the first one with a shovel when she gets buried, Some may say I have made my bed and now that its time to rest in peace I cant bear it, But not when you have been through emotional roller coasters and heartaches Cause you will know this isnt a message of hate, Only a definition of what made you late Dead to every single emotion Like an abandoned pregnant woman lying in bed ready to make an abortion, That type of a tough life lesson, The type that makes you not want to go out on a date Since the locks of the flood gates of your eyes have gone missing, I have drowned in my own tears to date So if you want to talk love listen; I suggest you bring a rainproof coat As a matter of fact bring a boat Or else keep standing right there on the bank of the coast!
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I said I was to her like stars in heaven, Always there and always more than she could ever imagine, All bright yet so small and so far away from the gravitational influence in which she lives, Completely oblivious to her pleads Maybes and what ifs, Open your eyes and realize that our sick-natures, Once placed on that form Our signatures turn us into captives of our own identities Living in prisons of our own infidelities, If marriage is truly based on trust Faithfulness and true love, Why then is it secured? Binding parties involved to the natural expression of love by means of legal contracts? I know this may sound strange as I am probably the last person you want to learn this from, But if there is one thing constant in the universe about humans is change, Its like chalk and cheese, True love is freedom which can never reside with obligation in one place, Maybe thats why stars are so away from earth so as not to be affected by laws of gravity For true love is unlimited to eternity, And in them stars true love does exist For merely two following reasons you cant resist; It was a star that led wise men from the east to Jesus birth in Bethlehem, And why stars left their original positions and fell down at Jesus death outside Jerusalem Is just another reason enough for you to see the reality Of that vertical affection tranquillity equivalent to in birth and in death, For better and for worse, Not to mention in sickness and health, Now having related these truths I guess it is now safe to say in them stars, True love exists still!
B Be eh ho ol ld d Behold the miracles unfold, The kingdom of darkness rolls in semicircles, Chronicles
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For my tongue is crafted with Oracles Whenever I open my mouth demons chuckle and diminish, The devil turns into microscopic particles, And thats because my prayer Is not just an earthly computer written article but, Its a heavenly art, More appealing than Solomons essence cubicles, Listen because I dont speak in riddles, I say it countless times not only once when I wake up, And every once in a while I go to bed, My whole bed is surrounded with flaming pinnacles And that is a sacred-secret of every believer, That should be a sacred-secret of every believer.
O Or ra ac cl le e People say a lot about who Oracle is, But I am not shaken by what you have probably heard, Like prostitutes legs my eyes are always open, Well thats my gratitude words.
They have both seen hopeless Teardrops down the faces of the homeless In Zimbabwean borders, Military still carry out orders Irrespectively nobody bothers! Like an expired contraceptive pills Ineffective political motives implemented How do you feel bystanders? They say Oracle is by standards As cold blooded and heartless as Chris Hani shooters, Its not a story Look how leaves other poets scattered and butchered And I say history is not only written by believers in a chemistry that love delivers, Chronicles
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If you dont believe me ask Jesus and Judas.
I did not choose But was chosen to convey the message, From across the grave elders are filled with rage Just like a heart of an abuse woman in marriage. The livings inequities, I could have possibly kept it private and secret like Zumas wife insecurities, But I guess my calling has a thornier motion Like an emotion in a young girl who just made an abortion! In between birth and death lays a period Called life, If its obstacled dont lie Read the Oracle, Period!
I I a am m n no ot t t th he e d de ev vi il l Image, Imagine, Imagination is the highest form of prayer, Even God had to imagine when He created you in His image attention payer, We existed all of us, Beyond the ozone layer in Gods thalamus Where there is no right or wrong, Neither past nor future, Come stand with me on the shoulders of time And look at yourself through skin pores of Mother Nature, We are all knowing, No one ask the preacher why; Why did we come to a place where all of that is in the illusion of time and space forgotten? Remember yourself! That is re-member these self With the first self that existed in the mind of God before the beginning of the beginnings, If Jesus is the son of God born of Mary and Joseph whose son are you? Chronicles
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I tell you the sun is nothing you are not, The star is nothing you are not, If fact in the absence of that which you are not, That which you are is not So there is nothing you are not!
Welcome to a century, Where every uncommon truth is unwelcome and labelled blasphemy, Where every single one of us can stand on stage and tease God Only to be dealt with in the afterlife judgement day, Hold it hell and fire! Every day is a judgement day for me even as I am breathing here Somebody is whispering next to you I am being judged! Oh! Please keep your heavens and streets of gold I am here to experience until my flesh gets cold, If there is anything that God didnt want me to do Why did He create me is such a way that I would be capable of doing it? De-programme yourself of this religious mis-programme And hoist high the freedom emblem, Go deep within because if you dont You will go without, Dont let this truth fall out Until you discover what you are all about, I was all about suits and ties, Writing sermons for the so called pastors friends of mine, Drinking of the same cup of lies until it fell broken on the podium pour cries, Yes money changes people Even Nelson Mandela hundreds made him purple, With my gratitude words I reasoned til deacons came took a straight look into my eyes And mistaken me for the devil, I was so misunderstood I am not the devil! Chronicles
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I am the reincarnated soul that once got murdered on stage, Dumped in the forestry of poetry, Laid in between lines of metaphors, A soul whose visualization closed its eyes in the garden of imagination, I am that expensive mascara, Kiss-kiss gold and diamond lipsticks Worn by the ancient mystics, I am of the lineage that agriculture brought to bondage at the early age, Example being that of many of Van Riebeecks vineyards Made for alcohol down in the Cape.
Believe me if I were the devil I would do something better, I would visit the constitutional cottages and violate land laws, Burn protocols, Bring villages to city for alter call Maybe Johannesburg would convert into Free State!
If I were the devil I would put land lords into orphanage homes, Give away their daughters as whores, As for their sons cut their prostates Put them in wheat sacks til they weigh in tons No more good sex punks!
If I were the devil, All ill mannered artists that listen to Hip-hop on one night stands, Would hang their heads by the dread logs on one mike stand, Chicken pox eat their brains as if it were a bull-brand Until nothing is left of the master gland.
But thats not the grandest version of the greatest vision of who I am, I am the Energy in Motion, The highest E-motion of God, Chronicles
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I am that which was formed by God, I am Gods formation But in a sense I am Gods information. I am that unrecorded bible verse that lets you read the name devil in reverse, L.I.V.E.D is Denying Everything Valuable In Life when read as an anagram in reverse, You said it right when you said only God can judge you, And if you have a problem when I tell you that I am G.O.D, Well I have three words for you; Get Over Denial!
F Fo or r y yo ou u t to o l li iv ve e Do not be afraid of the disease that stocks in darkness or disasters Displayed by the shadows that move and faces that are sinister, Do not be afraid of the terrors of the night, Although a thousand fall at your side, Arrows fly across sky in the moonlight, Ten thousands are dying around you, Do not be afraid! I shall shield you with the furthers of my might, No evil will fall on you I will for you to live.
I plugged into my peoples misery in Egypt, Broke every law of physics When I struck them Egyptians with severe plagues beyond limits, My bleak of power shone on the pillar of cloud in the ozone Lift up your eyes to the hills and you will see it, Do not be afraid! No plague will come near your home, Without even hurting your foot on the stone You will crush upon lions serpents under your feet, Do not be afraid! You shall call upon me in the day of trouble And I will rescue and honour you Irrespective of what you did, Chronicles
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For He whom the son sets free is free indeed, I assure you, No evil will fall on you I will for you to live.
Death is not an end to existence, Its only a mere separation between body and spirit, That should be the message even on funerals pulpits! When I promised you eternity, I promised you what I am Not what I have, I cannot promise you eternity and die myself I was here longer than the bible pages have been on earth, Why then would I die If I was tempted in every way but never sinned? For the wages of sin is death I must have sinned for me to die yes, But No! I did not sin so I did not die! Only I, I only, Stripped off this flesh, For it was too lashed For what I was about to do next, For three days and three nights I was alive and at work under ground, For death is not an end to existence Its only a mere separation between body and spirit, They searched for my body But it was never found, Because I, I slipped back into this flesh And went up to my father with these wounds as evidence, So that even when I dont intercede, I just stand before my father Chronicles
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And raise my hands with confidence And the gash on my side He sees, The holes on my feet and hands He sees, He is then reminded of where I come from, He is reminded of you, Do not be afraid! For you to live, I will live!
T Th he e r ro oc ck k Born in the stable And laid in the manger was the Lord all nations, Foxes have holes And the birds of the air have nests, But the son of man has nowhere to lay his head yet, In his fathers house are many mansions. I want to be just as selfless, I want to be Jesus-like!
He himself is life, But he became obedient unto death Even death of the cross no any other, He was then buried in a grave that was borrowed From a rich man Yet the whole earth, Gold and silver are his fathers whose name is hallowed. I want to be just as humble, I want to be Jesus-like!
I want to submit to my parents The same way Jesus submitted to Mary and Joseph even though he was God, I want to speak forgiveness in the midst of agonizing pains of sorts, I want to take my life and share it with others, I want to seat at the table and eat with my enemies Chronicles
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Just the same way Jesus did with Judas, For you shall love your enemies And pray for those that persecute you, I want to be Jesus-like!
I want to speak not in my own accord, In me I want the whole world to see God, I want to serve the servants and wash their feet, I want to cloth the naked, Feed the hungry and heal the sick, I want to spill my soul out, Lay my life down, I want to love bleedingly, I want to be Jesus-like!
He alone is my fortress The rock of refuge, He alone is my deliverer The rock of salvation, He alone is my stronghold The rock of strength! I want to be this rock. I want to be the rock on which Gideon reconstructed Gods alter, I want to be the rock that was struck by Moses to give out water, Just the same way Jesus was struck to give life out of his death, I want to be the rock at the head of Jacob in Bethel, I want to be the rock that Moses set upon When he got tired in the middle of the battle in Rephidim, The rock on which he stood And God showed him His back on the Mountain of Senai, I want to be the rock that flew from Davids sling And sank into Goliaths face Thereby spilling his brains into a jelly-like substance And made him fall flat on the surface! Chronicles
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I want to be the rock of victory, I want to be the rock!
I want to be the rock that was put on the mouth of Lazarus tomb, The only rock that can tell the truth About the hopeless state of the body of Lazarus when he was raised, The only rock that yielded for the dead Lazarus to come back to life, I want to be the rock that separates the living from the dead, An open door not for the living to go to the dead, But for the dead to come back to the living. I want to be the rock of resurrection! I want to be the rock!
Lord you are a wise man who builds his house upon a rock, And upon this rock Lord Jesus, You may build you church.
A Al lt te er r m my y c co ou ur rs se e In the beginning was the word, The word was with God And the word was God, Everything was created by the word, But when the word became flesh, The creator became creation So that creation itself may become creators in flesh. The word came to his own, Others healed by just touching his hem, But they disowned the word even after he rose because just like them, He was made of flesh and bones except he had no home.
Tonight I stand before you Pilate with shackled wrists, But I swear if my head can be given to you on a silver plate like that of John the Baptist, Into your own prison you will forever remain an inmate.
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Its in the rabbinical law, It is written in the rabbinical law that legal proceedings cannot take place at night, Simply because justice must be carried out in broad daylight, But I was detained at night without warrant in the garden, Dragged for preliminary questioning to Annas Whose time as a high priest had long barren, Then to Caiphus house only to be harassed by prison wardens When by right I must have been taken straight to counsel chamber, But because I do not sleep or slumber, I want you to stay awake, So that you may speak in the light whatever I tell you in this dark governor; I am carrying you and everybody afloat on the lake of fire, This body is bigger than Noas ark You can bet I will be gone with it for a while Like Jonas set in the belly of a shark And then I will come back with my feet and hands victory-marked, I am here to fulfil what was since the beginning of time bookmarked, And since I am standing here, Let me tell you what you didnt ask; You cannot alter my course!
You wouldnt dare bring Judas to testify against me for, Provided that I am, He is just as guilty because he is my follower What do you think Peter denied me for? To this Passover, I was brought forth to be the lamb that the soldiers came looking for, The son of man will be seen on his fathers right when this is over, And as for the comforter, Will be sent to every single heart of the mourner Just another reason that I will be gone for, But now, That you are on the side of the law it is only fair that you answer my questions how? Just how did you trial me without presumption of innocence until proven guilty by evidence? Chronicles
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Plus, You brought forth no agreeing witnesses to prove that I was guilty beyond the shadow of doubt, For thou shall not bear false witness Was a reason enough for you to look for true witnesses Instead of making it sound like I testified against my own self, You know that is criminal justice system-abuse. But if its any consolation even if I did testify against myself, It still would not have accounted for a conviction Because Miranda warning was never read unto me Like it is legally required with any other accused, Something like you have a right to remain silent, Anything you say could and would be used against you in the law court, If there is no record of arraignment; That is the reading of charges against me in the open court from Matthew to the Dead Sea scrolls, How then did I end up in the high priest judgement hall? I insist, If there is anything I did punishable by death, I must have, In the context of the Jewish law been stoned And my corps eaten away by ravens Precisely like it was done to Stephen under the open heaven, But I was made to carry the cross via dolorosa Until I met Simon the Syrian who jumped off the horse, And embarked with me on the same course, Even today, My blood still speaks life on Palestinian walls, You cannot Alter my course!
You are people of the book right? You should have noted prophesies of the Messiah born of a virgin, Died and risen, Though Nazarene by birth Stayed in Galilean region, That way you would have known my blood as a gift of love, Chronicles
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And that the cross and I go together like a hand and a clove, I repeat, You have no power over me except what is given you from above, No wonder you couldnt acquit me or convict me, Though you chastised me, I rouse in the face of all prostituted legal practices on; Sedition, blasphemy, bribery, conspiracy, perjury and treason, Nothing could hold me back, Not even death and miscarried justices, I took it all, I took it all and the spits of saliva, But for thirty pieces of silver, Judas really sold himself, All I ever wanted was for you to become a believer, I couldnt have possibly been delivered in case you thought I could, It is through the cross that I destroyed works of Belial, With that being said please understand, You cannot alter my course!
O Op pe en ne ed d g ga at te e My journey has a perspiration taste, Had I not been running Would have gotten here late, I have been called by fate, From a place no one can locate, Mark this day and remember the date, Where I am headed angels have opened the gate.
My toes are bleeding from under nails, My ankles broken from carrying the weight, It is a calling I cannot forsake, Had I not been running Would have gotten here late, I have been called by fate, Chronicles
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From a place no one can locate, Mark this day and remember the date, Where I am headed angels have opened the gate.
I am on my own without a mate, Truthful friends came to hate, Yet I showed them love as big as a lake, I have been called by fate, From a place no one can locate, Mark this day and remember the date, Where I am headed Angels have opened the gate.
Come take one more look at my face, From my head through my waist, There isnt much of me left to take, Since life is a race, I ran without a break, From a place no one can locate, Mark this day and remember the date, Where I am headed Angels have opened the gate,
Time flies at a higher pace, Be mindful of the grace, Hold on to my words in this world of race, Mark this day and remember the date, Where I am headed Angels have opened the gate
This I did not anticipate, I did it with a pencil not a certificate, I am not ashamed or afraid, I do not shake, Chronicles
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Cause where I am headed Angels have opened the gate.
I I Death is coming close every day, Any day somebody dies anyway there is no getaway, Should I pass away today, Let visualization close my eyes once again, Dress me in black and white In remembrance of my friends paper and pen, Do not take me to cemetery, But lay me between lines of metaphors in the forestry of poetry, Let rhymes stream with rivers, Run thru ages endure my legacy to the end of time, Curl around the waves of the blue seas crushing back and forth in ceaseless cascades, In heavy chunks of green, silver and gold, In dark valleys of purple and Indigo, Hurl about, Crack the mountain cliffs, Invade the caves and free the chains cuffing the slaves And if they ask you I, Am a body without organs, A party without slogan, So non can convict me of monetary deficit, Political inaccuracy, Irrational plebiscites, Or restrict me with servitude to the well of life that I say beside, I, Am just a lyrical homicide, Who spend hours crossing reasons over the Jordan, Leasing between the past and the present, An offspring of the legends Whose spirit is forever living, Chronicles
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I am a spirit!
Retrieve my sight from the beauty of lilies, Lay it on the defenceless children in whose hearts I find innocence, But it hurts in a sense that they are wrapped in plastic clothes, Cardboard and blanket caskets, Buried in street corners, Outsiders betray and scorn us, Yet it doesnt make any difference still I, Find it nonsense With the presence of politicians fighting over money and power, Criminal culprits walking free of confinements while I am chained by obedience of legality, Breath out, Speak out loud, Recreate a sound mentality of human rights, Re-cultivate the forbidden fields of responsibility, Re-birth liberty back to the soul of mankind, Re-capitulate your past fast, Rehabilitate, Repatriate foreign governmental systems, Re-awake and be you, And if they ask you I, Am the truth!
P Pr ro ol li if fe er ra at ti io on n It was the night of the fifteenth When this boys aged between twenty-one and fifteen Caught me and searched me, When they found nothing, They decided to take my ring With a gun on my chest And a blade pointed right under my chin. Chronicles
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It became so clearer that I was the impediment In fact the left wing in Satans parliament, Deep in within, My fears told me to run, If I could I would until I reached for the sun But then I took my stand and then I spoke to a gun, For no man will ever understand Until his death is as close as this microphone stand. From that moment on I learned Never to depend on a man whenever it gets out of hand, Even if it turns rougher like the country water sand, Jehovah Rava; What I intend is to love people for real and never pretend Until I get to the end, Though living in the world of monsters makes it no easy being a human, If you havent noticed they reside right amongst us man, Take a look at all men and women, We are all sodomised For this justice, Security and Safety departments are so disorganized Like the hairstyles of the starving Indian women, And of course Even the governing laws are technically protecting these criminals Whose cold hands guns and blades are literally destroying the liberals, Wipe your tears and hold my hands For several erected tents are for nothing but funerals. This is the world chosen by God for me to live in, But this is the government system chosen by me can you believe it? Yet I am frozen in odds I need a breathing, In every season many are Remanded cases in courts across the region, I searched in my pockets to find the reasons, The dockets are missing cause cash is given, Unlike the grieving Chronicles
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I will never be puffy eyed Or have shady eye sockets though my heart is bleeding, Since we die in hundreds its better I sell caskets for a living, For to a grave is where this life is speedily leading, A place where everybody Is laid on their backs looking upwards for the Messiahs second coming, Unlike the world of the living theirs is quite Respected even bowed to by the presidents, Yes it is from such incidents that you are nobody until somebody kills you, Id rather fight for equal rights than respect For its only due to the dead, They said I was losing my head When I told them; No book from a shelf ever spoke for itself, Thats why I believe in the power of the spoken word. If my eyes can look But have a difficulty looking further than they can see, My spirit will take over and reveal the unspoken word, Unwritten poetry, My paintings that never filled a canvass, Songs I never sang, And of course Every dream that was never fulfilled to all my descendents after my time is over, Cause guess what? I am a prolifer!
S Se el lf f d de en ni ia al l Not as high as the size of their horses and camels But as the tower of Babel and the brutal death of Abel men have fallen! When I wrote this poem I got into a room Closed the door behind for my name God was calling, A pencil became glued to my fingers till they were aching and swollen, Some said it was abnormal and spelled a bad omen, But in a length of time I realized that my notebook and pencil Chronicles
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Are nothing but a love token between me and heaven, I was chosen!
Chosen to tell nothing but the truth, The truth that was seldomly spoken of even before I was born, The truth infinite and rigid, The one that will forever remain even after I am gone, The truth so clear and vivid It wont be disposed of or diminished; Jesus is Life, God is Spirit! A man became a Living Spirit, Which by definition is a combination of both Life and Spirit, I guess that has an answer to a question; What is a man that you are so mindful of in it?
In this packet of flesh, Hate is leprosy of the soul, Talking to haters is like unearthing ancient coffins, This poem is a mouth to mouth resuscitation, Accept breathe-ins and be whole, Be whole and look into my eyes, Question your existence if you dont see yourself in me, Cause oneness had always been the central part of Jesus teachings to the twelve, Why else would he say; I was feeble and frail you failed to visit me in jail, I was a stranger at your front door you dismissed me with anger, I was naked and thirsty you sent me back with my hands empty, Yet you seem to believe you would have done things different had it been me, But you did it to me when you did it to these ones Cause me and my creation are one. The glory given to me I have given them, He receives me he who receives them, I will neither leave nor forsake them, Inseparable to the ends of the worlds Chronicles
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I shall unquestionably remain with them, Neither life nor death Fears nor sorrows, Neither angels nor demons Today nor tomorrow Will do us part, Yet it tears me apart That in spite of this all, All their lives man will always go places, Watch every television programme, Read every book in the shelves All in an effort to find solutions to their own problems, But if I had asked you to look deep inside of you in search for God who is your real help, You most probably would not, Cause all your life You have been taught but to deny yourself!
W Wh ho os se e t te ea ar rs s a ar re e t th he es se e? ? These are the tears of women Whose children died in school uniforms, Bloodbaths were norms, We all mourned with moms Who lost their daughters and sons At the sounds of AKs and petrol bombs, We all cried yet I ask; Whose tears are these?
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For a lengthy nine months Only to deliver a stillborn in that maternity booth.
These are the tears of all unwanted HIV positive children, Dumped in orphanage homes, Grown in pity and rejection of their own immediate relatives,
These are the tears of women Who are widowed, Because their husbands were swallowed by goldmines Buried alive! Now for their daily bread they have to walk kilos With budgets on their heads, And that has become their daily lives.
A woman was created from a ribcage of a man, Not because she was to make a mans life hard but Because she was meant to protect a mans heart, And a man named her a woman, Not because she was to woo men but Because she was a womb-man, But these are the tears of women!
B Bu ur ri ie ed d i in n h ho on no ou ur r My kids are the beautiful gifts I have got, But being a poet is like a curse Look at my daughter, Daddy is not looking for a job He is busy trying to get his words across the border.
My mothers wish was for me to become a farmer or a pharmacist but Universities never treated me like a brother but like one with a wrong disease, So I am here trying to put my life back in order, I never knew I had it in me to be an author, Chronicles
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Until after I wrote about life as a pauper, Hardest ten years, Dirty shirts, Untidy hairs Dreams were as blare as a foetus in a sonar, In case I dont pull it thru altogether, I just hope when I die I get buried in honour.
T Th he e b be el ll l i is s r ri in ng gi in ng g The bell is ringing for us to come, Neither our physical eyes nor ears can hear it, Only our spiritual eyes and ears can hear it, Its sound hurts like a thin hot needle in ones heart, Hence its hard to raise hands high and give life to him.
I never knew my soul was hauling, How could I have known if I didnt know it was fouling, Trialling, trying sinless findings But falling for sinful functions, For all the sanctions I am living to know Have made me grow. Over all the lords I lived to bow, They are trotting, trapping and Ready to gow, Their truth-hiding mission is part of their profession That gains them rebuttable possessions For the Lord is waiting for their confessions, And they should now know,
The bell is ringing for them to come, Neither their physical eyes nor ears can hear them, Only their spiritual eyes and ears can hear it, Its sound hurts like a thin hot needle in ones heart, Hence its hard to raise hands high and give life to him. Chronicles
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Live I confess for so many times the calling of Christ came into my life I did not trust I refused Not because I was confused But excused because I used to Not that I chose to, But God is good He would not let me miss his mercy to make a mess, Even in the past when life was like a movie in the cast The first thing from the rest He saved me, He saved me from adultery, Prostitution, unjust constitution And gangstarism by evangelism That saved many organisms.
I now bear the demolition powers Over my shoulders and standing high to the sky Like shiny towers surrounded by flowers after the heavy showers.
J Je es su us s c ch ho os se e m me e Before the foundations of the earth, The structuring of the sky and the scattering of the stars above, Before my fathers mother gave birth to my father, Before my mothers mother was even born to give birth to a daughter that mothered me, Even before this little daughter to whom I am a father Jesus chose me!
From a detestable walk of life, Where unspeakable sins were sweeter than a beehive, Beliefs got married to anger, Adopted hatred and gave birth to murder, Breastfed by the devil as he grew older His dos became further colder than ever, Preachers got thrown on stages Chronicles
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In those ages people rose against saints together Spilled their blood and ate their flesh in terror To only say it made them feel better, Its in this very same place that Jesus chose me To speak to the lost souls locked in cells of human indignity, Jailed in deliberate made prisons of hostility, Mercilessly tortured by demonic forces beyond vicinity, Crawling on floors in pain crying, Peeing the free spirits through the crack holes, But Gods word delivers two or three spirits in every household.
F Fr re ee es st ty yl le e This young rap-stars Group themselves into gangsters, You will see them all dressed up In what was previously known as Nica-bocas and Hipsters, All coloured red, white and yellow, Is it for respect or a mere symbol of brightness? Let me tell you fellow; No one will ever come with you to a real star Even your own shadow, Leaves you when you step into the darkness, Witness my words break and enter into the stock market, So much for supply and demand I am the new target, You will always be behind Like a wallet in my back pocket, Truth hurts blood flows out of your eye sockets, Damn its so scary! Its like you have been beaten, I carry the truth I have written To the mike, And like Steve Bantu Biko ~ I write what I like, Had this been a facebook post, I would still like what I write, Chronicles
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You and I will never be the same, You dream when you are sleeping But my dreams dont give me a sleep, I am the reflection of what you should have became Get a clip? My girl left me but she still rings, She believes she was created from my rib Well, I dont know about that but I do know people do come and go Like Maponyane Marks in the PSL go-man-go, I have seen and heard poets perform before, But I swear they will always suffer lyrical embarrassment I dont get arrested for, Simply because it has nothing to do with harassment they want me arrested for, Seriously, I wish they could wake up and smell roses, Lately, I feel like I am the new Moses, I have been to the mountain top many times only for commandments, Up there heaven landed me a handful of alphabets, Those that formed the bible you see, I dont know why me if you asked But its probably because I didnt finish my matric with ABET, For the record I did well on Julia Caesar Animal Farm and Hamlet. Unlike Limpopo text book riddles, These tablets were delivered to me handy By Haile Selassie the king and prophet Mahomed On that hill, The ill, Those that need to heal, Come kneel in my shadow, Its called phomo-eclipse, Chronicles
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Put on your specs and have a better glimpse.
M Mu ur rd de er r o of f J Je es su us s The veil is removed, My voice is heard in the holy of holies, I have been evicted from the worlds deceptions and follies, My way to heaven is approved. I stand here in prayer for my foes, Friends and hommies, I am in my new immortal body My soul is hell proved.
I am standing on the stars that fell at Jesus death, Holding thunder and lightning to the heads of the demons that turned Jesus into a curse, I make rain, I hold keys to the heavenly geysers, My storeroom is filled with needles and scissors, I have been mandated to bring pain to these witches and wizards, I refuse to quit in spite of nonbelievers and teasers, I personally will forever stand a witness to the murder of Jesus.
Y Yo ou u a ar re e s so o k ki in nd d I cant go forth and leave you behind, Because life is too real I cant press rewind, Come with me if you dont mind, There is so much on our way to find, In case you forgot how special you are to someone, Revisit this poem for a remind.
I I m mi is ss s y yo ou u I think about you more than i forget, Its like I have your kisses in my every pocket, When I look in the mirror Chronicles
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I see your name engraved on my eye sockets, Until I am taken in a casket, I will love you with a love as high as a war rocket.
H He el ll lo o t to o y yo ou u The woman that makes my heart skip, It is as though you were created from my very rib, You are perfect from the sole of your feet Through your hip to your very hair tip, If i found you even in my sleep, I swear you would not escape my grip, Just saying hello!
B Be ef fo or re e y yo ou u c ca am me e Before you came, I was only a male with a name, Life was in wonder without aim Before you came, I understand you went through shame, I am here to relief your pain But I would not do it until after you came
I I a am m s so or rr ry y I know I should not have left, So as to avoid that body being prone to theft, Take it not from my mouth but my chest, I want to go neither to the right nor to the left, With you I am home where I rest, You are to me the best And I am going to keep my promise and put you first, Please forgive me before we change the concept, I love you and that is a fact.
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F Fo or r o on nc ce e You say you want to give it another try, Well I will not ask you why, Cause life comes once and we die, Until we meet in the sky, Keep quite do not cry, Let us have this braai for once.
T Ti im me e d do oe es s n no ot t e ex xi is st t One night I was taken up to heaven in my sleep, God put me on His lap, I watched as past Present and future overlapped, My past was then brought to me covered in what looked like a gift-wrap, She opened her mouth and said to me;
Underneath these kneecaps are open fractures, For I have been kneeling here for long Praying for you to find greener pastures, My body became a sinking ship in the ocean of my own tears, All the while you were sipping on Stout, Reds and Hansa, Playing street psypher, Rolling with hooligans And blazing trees with rastas. Forgive me but I was hoping you would recreate your life in new structures, I am your past, Look at the holes on my back, Everyone that judges you puts a finger on me Yet I made you who you are, I am the combination of your thoughts and realities, Your experiences made my very arteries, This complexion is made of complexities of your own perspectives, Chronicles
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In my womb I carry the echoes of your weeping, Everything that you have been through is not void, I want you to look back and like what you see, Everything is subject to change but I am not, I will never move past But will always be behind you Because I am your past and that will change not
As she spoke she disappeared in the smoke of the dead moments, I heard skeletons rattle seconds by seconds, I looked once more on the wrist of the arm holding me And I realized in the clock of God, Time does not exist!
D Di it ts sh he ep pi is so o Fifing la bonka ntjana Ke na be ke dutse majwana, Kgoro di kwalehile eka hola ke ntlwana-tshwana, Tsatsi ha le ropoha tsullung tsa dithaba Le tjhaba ditjhaba di thaba, Ke tjamelana le diphephetso, Moya wa ka o idibanngwa ke bohloko ba kganyetso, Ke hoa ho wena Modimo wa diqalo le dipheletso, Hobane ditshepiso tsa hao lefatshe le di fetotse thetso.
K Ke e s si ik ki il lw we e k ke e J Je es so o Mekgoro e na be e le teng kgweding, Kgweding mekgoro e na be e le teng E ruletswe ka matlalo a kganyapa tsa matsha, E le a kgale le a matjha, Madi a bahale a hlatswa ke medupi ya dipula Mafikeng a dithaba Ka kgitla le ka masa, Tshifeng tsa masapo a dinatla Chronicles
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Thato di okolwa ka mahata a bana ba masea A maqheku le a batjha, Nna phephetso di ka ntika tsa mpakela Hohle moo ke yang mantswe a ka a ntatela, Fapanong sa ka a nthatela, Hofihlela lefu le ngetela le ba le ntsetela, Ke sekilwe ke Jeso ke dutse ho ena.
Akofa o sikare morena Hoba tsela ya sefapano e dikgetshe ke a wela, Dilomo di butse melomo ho mmetsa empa haele mona ke sa hema Ke ka wena. Ke tsholletse meokgo ya ka letsheng la hao la mehauhelo, O tle o nkgopole ha ke hlaselwa ka pele le ha e le ka morao, Ke hlajwa ka tsenene e ntjhotjho sa ntlha ya lemao, Morena o utlwe seboko sa mora hao. Ke sikilwe ke Jeso ke dutse ho ena.
L Le eb bi it ts so o l la a h ha ae e k ke e J Je es so o Maqhubung a dinoka tse jang ditlhokwa, Nqa Bophirima ho nahathote e arohantseng lefu le bophelo, Kgutlong sa kgateane ya takatso tsa pelo tsa banna le basadi Mosikong wa thaba ya boikaketsi, Mahaheng a matsho thakong tsa mona le mohono Moo ke nabeng ke dutse ka boiketlo ke ithathika le metse, Mohau wa hae wa mphihlela, Lebitso la hae ke Jeso!
Pusong ya kgalefo sehlekehlekeng sa tselakgopo, Bokgabane ba bonolo ba hae ba kgelekgetha le mmele Ba nkapesa kgutso le kgotso, Mantswe a tswang molomong wa hae ya eba pako Thuto le pako ho nna, A nketsa mohlabani jwale patlelong la ntwa ka ema ka hlaba bohlasa, Chronicles
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Lebitso la hae ke Jeso!
Metopeng e mmeleng wa hae ka fumana phodiso, Tlhatsuo ya dibe tsa ka ya tswa lehlakoreng la hae tshollong ya madi, Mofapahlooho wa hae jwale wa nketsa morui, Ke ka hoo kgorong tsa motse ke sa le sebohodi le kajeno Tjhe ha se moholehuwa ke morenaka, Lebitso la hae ke Jeso!
O file babolai mokokotlo wa hae ntle le ho honotha Le ha e le ho ala leleme phate, A nehela ka marama a hae ho ba mo tsomulang ditedu A dutla madi a ba mofubedu, Tshobotsi ya hae ya senngwa A hloka sebopeho Ho isa ho a lefu makgathe, Ha a ka a baleisa sefahleho Ho bohle ba mo tshwelang ka mathe, Oh! Motho wa matshwenyeho Kgolkgotha!
Eitse ha e mo shadima tlhaho yohle ya nyaroha Tempele ya hahoha ha ho thakgiswa ena thakgisa, Metheo ya lefatshe ya tetema, Tsatsi la fiifala Fatshe la hloka lebone Naledi tsa ritsa, Tswelang kantle le bone dihele di nyokgolohile, Bafu ke baphidi, Majwe a ribolotswe, Topo di fetohile leshokgwa mpeng tsa mabitla, Ba neng ba shwele ba a phela Le ha ba sa hlole ba iphelela Ba mpa ba phelela a ileng a shwa A ba a tsoha bakeng sa bona, Chronicles
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Lebitso la ha eke Jeso!
Ntswe la hae le fihlelletse metse le metsana, Dithako le masupi, Didiba le dikwetsa Mahodiotswana le mahodi, Ntswe la hae le fihlelletse dinoka le dinokana, Diqhobo le diqhobosheane, Kgwedi, Selemela le mphatlalatsane, Maru, Pula le mookodi, Le fihlelletse dihlaba, Meraka, Mahaha le masabasaba, Dipalesa le meutlwa, Leifo le kaletsa, Lerole, Sefako le mohoodi!
Ha ho moo ntswe la hae le sa kang la utluwa ha a meketsa are; Hlwekisang tsela tsa morena le lokise mebila ya hae, O a tla morena wa marena Lejwe le neng le lahwe ke diahi kgale Lefika la mengwana, Qhobosheane ya ba llang Wa pele le wa morao hooho ya dibopua tsohle Ha a balllwe mengwaha, Hlomela la ntlo ya Jesse, Ena a leng haufi-ufi le pelo tse robehileng Ya ba ithoballetseng thakangwaha, Lentswe leo popo yohle e entsweng ka lona Lebitso la hae ke Jeso!
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Fadimehelang dinako Etswe ha ho mang kapa mang a tsebang letsatsi le hora, O a tla monga lesaka o tlotla kena ka monyako, Mahlo ohle a tla mmona Mme ba mo hlabileng; Ba tla ja nama ya bona Ba phuphure masapo a bona Ba habole phuleng ya madi a bona Ba tahwe jwalo ka haeka ba tahilwe ke veini, Jwalo ka ha e le monyadi ba mo hladileng; Hodimo la bona le tla ba jwalo ka tshepe, Fatshe la bona le be jwalo ka koporo, Ho tla rongwelwa dibata tsa naha Ho harola bara le baradi ba bona, Topo tsa bona di tla tjheswa Nqa e le nngwe mmoho le tsa medingwana ya bona Eo ba sa kang ba phetsa ho e kgumamela, Akofang le lokise kodi ya malla, Le itelele e le lona le bana ba lona, O a tla morena wa marena O tlo tla hlahisa tlokotsi ya se kene mmusong hwa ba nang le maruo, Mohlang oo lehlwa le fetoha sebabole Pula e tla na ka marumo, O a tla o palame koloi ya mollo O pepile lehadima, Tsolo le kgonya kgafetsa mahlakoreng a hae, Botho la manyeloi le mo setse morao, Bonang ya neng a tlile pele jwalo ka mofo Kgatheng lena o tlile ka borena, Lebitso la hae ke Jeso!
Tlong ho Jeso Le tle ka pele ntswe la hae le supa tsela Le ena o teng ka sebele, Chronicles
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Lona bohle ba lwanneng ntwa e ntle ya tumelo, Le nnile la mamella ho tujwa le ho kgojwa ho fihla nakong ena ya bofelo, La apara hlomo tsa lona tsa moya Maotong la rwala mafolofolo a ya kgotso efangedi, La itlama matheka ka senyepa sa nnete la etsa ka matla la ipha sebete, La haola le metse la kolobetsa badumedi, La jara ho loka ka sefuba La rwala heleme ya pholoso, Tsohong le leng la tshwara lentswe e le sabole Ha ka ho le leng le tshwere thebe e le tumelo.
Atamelang jwale le phumulwe dikeledi, Etswe motse oo re o hlolohetsweng re se re o bona pejana, Le ha maranyana a sa le teng O se o hlaile o a kganya, Batlang Jehovah a sa fumanwa Mmitseng a sa le haufi, Bolokang ntswe la hae pelong tsa lona le tle le seke la mo sitelwa, Hoba le ka tshwana la amohela manyeloi a Modimo, Amohelang baeti, Se beng bautlwi feela ba lentswe E bang baetsi, O a tla morena wa marena, Lebitso la hae ke Jeso!