Some poems by KZN Literary Tourism photojournalist Sbo Dladla.
Word Tank
At the gleaming dull night
Darkness descended upon us
Blue skies turn into purple rain gentle souls
Sees stars kissing the moonlight
The world into faze, the full eclipse
Runs its course, it the mighty vs. almighty
In the game of moonlight and stars
They sing songs of twinkle stars
They spray think less thought onto
Pot of life, the tree of life
Staring at God creations, it the moonlight
Affair, battle between mind and heart
Rolls into the deep, like kissing rains
Thunder in the horizon, scene Picasso
Mind paint it. The earthly craft
Water sips on blood – it mayhem
We fighting, shouting screaming trying to
Reach for our souls, We at boiling point
Numb zero to the bone, our souls crash into thick
Thoughts we dance to freedom
As warriors we cry, dance comfort
Conquer, phases we at it again
I shall close my eyes, with my mind playing poker
With 300 cards, blink into thick
Skies ten thousand voices shouting one word
As the purple rain pours tirelessly
Scars of their forefathers pierce in their
Hearts like thorn full engagement to hell,
Life moving quickly, in seconds. Am in heaven
Heading to hell in tic-talking moonlight and stars.
As I close my eyes I see darkness am in the shade
Of spiritual powers conquering my demons
Like sand in an hourglass I slowly bleed Me into insanity.
I am Word!
Branching
Recycling thoughts onto
Soul searching mind at freezing point
We stare at motionless earth
Our scattered dreams poured onto
An ocean of thought
We graduate, we give life life.
We love, love more than love itself.
We from the school of thoughts off course
Turning words into love and hate
We create lies, we look for lies!
We dig, sweep, and turn violent
In the rat race of life, immortal thoughts
Escapes into palms of our hands like water
Trying to search for wrong we end up
Turning right into wrong then we write,
Drop lines onto inkless pages, we scribble
Dribble fribble into frozen fingers.
Psssssssss mind hissing, kissing an elephant
Size of thought, we search for our souls!
All we could find is dust full of memories
Brush them with waters we nourish
Walls remain behind with un-erasable
Scares.
Bearing gifts, I glance onto silence city
I repent!
Morning breeze
3:25am cold breeze look for sleep
On my toes am tip-toing, mind
In dreamland, fingers itching for more
Cold penetrate my thoughts
Mind makes up its mind
Endless messages to and fro
The spine, am in pain.
Pain is love, rub my toes
With blissful hands,
I travel into seven seas
I am word!
