MY HERO.

Your ability to make your mark
You look above, find your spot and set away
Through paths near or far and ways big or small
You never seem to stop even for a break.
You can't be touched, even though they may try
You can't be felt, even though they would like to
But what they can do is smell your presence
And watch you rise to the top.
I would like to meet you, be lik you...
Not tomorrow or the day after but right this moment
I could say...you my hero, I admire you alot
You always seem to find your way with ease.
Never heard any noise from you, not even a scream
You as silent as a falling feather; as light as snow
I'm begining to wonder...could you have been a model before...?
You are on the cat walk to the top of-cause.
Please don't be alarmed, I am not a stalker
All I do is follow you with my eyes...
Guess I should have atleast introduced myself
Hello SMOKE, my name is Linda...I am a fan.
Copyright (c) (2009) CLK PHAKEDI All rights reserved

Africa's path

This path has become so easy to travel, The corners printed at the tip of my brain. Head straight to meet up sorrow street, turn right at the second corner and catch sad road. When you reach it, right on your left is poor avenue.
Yet the streets do not tell the whole story. I am not defined by the path I travel. I have hope as wide as a swallow's wings. MY eyes as sharp as those of an eagle. I keep focus on the kill, vision on my dream.
From sun set to sun rise, I continue the hunt. My heart races faster than a hungry cheetah. I overcome every sharp turn and come out clean. Without noticing the blood running from my eyes, I rush towards you like the stallion I am.
I am not only a jungle but I live in the jungle. The inside of my body lies the souls of my people. My flesh is the dust I lift at gunshot. The pain that falls upon me washes the sweat away, I am always on the set to take off.
As Africa and as African, the journey never ends.
Copyright (c) (2009) CLK PHAKEDI All rights reserved

Listen Not to Them

We march forward,
Edging nearer enemy boots,
In no way am I
Ready to meet my end.

Listen not to them,
Do not look on them
With your eye of pity
For it is You that knows,
That in their nihilistic prayers,
They beg for our unjust death.

Listen not to them.
But to me, and my comrades.
It is us who fight for a nobler cause.
It is not us who started this bloodbath,
But as soldiers of sworn duty,
We are bound by the patriotic chore.

If you must hear them,
Let it be with only one ear,
So that at the fold of this day,
Our ranks shall still stand,
And it is not our blood,
That will bathe this land.

© I K Nakueira

It's Nature Talking

When we do what we do, it's the way that we do. So we do what we do, why don't you let us do what we do?
We stir the pots and create food for humanity. We brew the thirst breakers of living souls. We blow through the pipelines of the world. We arouse mutual feelings we share with you.
When you do what you do, it's the way that you do. So you do what you do, why don't you let us do what we do?
You eat from the plates that bare wisdom. You drink from the glasses kings toast with. You take a breath of life and inspire a beating heart. You expose your mind to sweet harmonics of truth.
When I do what I do, it's the way that I do. So I do what I do, why can't you let us do what we do?
I am filled with expressions of passion. I am no longer yearning for the waters from springs. I have awoken the natural aura life provides. I possess the roar that sends a baby to sleep.
When it does what it does, it's the way that it does. So you do what you do and let it keep doing what it does, why can't you let nature be?

The Core Search

I am searching, searching for an invisable part me. A part of me that continues to live even after my body's derail. A part of me that is more valuable than the air that I breath. That part of me that is believed to be what defines me.
I am searching, searching for a intense part of me. A part of me that carries me with dignity. A part of me that is calm as the midnight breeze. That part of me that is as warm as the afternoon sun.
To the depth of the ocean it was thrown. Through a torrential wave it was exposed. Vacuumed by the lust of the earth's core. It continued to slip beyond my reach.
Fortified by flesh insurmountable to pain. A part of me that has become an internal callus. A part of me that can no longer cry. That part of me that has become torrid by torture.
I am searching, searching for a infallible part of me. A part of me I can trust at all times. A part of me more precious than gold. That part of me that you will never defeat.
I AM IN SEARCH OF MY SOUL.
Copyright (c) (2009) CLK PHAKEDI All rights reserved

Love Game

We battle on this marked hardened clay.
Tense! Eager, ready to play
You wait like a virgin bride,
Bent anxious at the baseline.
Its you
And me
Alone!
In the edgy silence between us,
You desire to break,
what I strive to hold.
You lead one set to love,
I trail with no intention to fault.

In a deep breath…
I make a firm grip
Bend a knee, and with a deep aerial spring
I put my all into this,
Smashing down
firm hard and hot
An unstoppable orb thrust
Freshly ground with masculine gusto
Raising the dust before you
You stretch and sigh-
Its too heavy.
Ace.
again
again
and again.
I sigh with fulfilled exhaustion…
…Game over.


© I k Nakueira

To all those who love Tennis!

LOVE, REAL-LIKE

This ain't no Mills and Boon,
a fictitious little story in a book,
'Cause life
Is no fairytale
Full of sunshine
and flowers,
and happily-ever-afters

I am no pure princess
And your armour, my Knight,
Does not always shine
Your kisses,
Are not forever sweet
And often, I step out of line

Your manner, my Prince,
Is not all times charming
And I,
Am no beauty when sleeping

Sometimes we are sweet
Sometimes we are sour
Sometimes you push me over the edge

I cannot profess
To know anything about love
But this I know is true -
That gap between your teeth is art,
Your deep belly laugh is the sound of music,
And for my soul, your goodness is nourishment.

I know little about soul mates
But I do know, that you are my best mate
That, like the last piece
Of a jigsaw puzzle,
You complete me

This ain't no Hollywood
'Cause life isn't always like in the movies
This is a real life love story

- For Charles

©, N.L., 2009