Day dreaming

His eyes kept glancing at her, all white and watery. his lips were wet from being continuously licked and his hands were held together in unceremonious fashion. his toes were curled so tight that blood was not running through them. his stomach was tied in a knot and he just stood there in a motionless state. she was  the most beautiful thing his eyes had ever seen.
she in turn just stood there, a beautiful black number with Asian eyes but an Italian feel. it was easy to see why she appealed to him because she stood out from all her competition. she was silent but it felt like she had done all the talking she needed to.
it was love at first sight. she was clearly made for 2, anything above that and what they had would not be a relationship.

a deep voice suddenly awoke him from his pleasant dream, he took another glance at the black lamborghini on display and realised he could not afford it. so much for happiness.

happiness

what is happiness? and how does it come about

is it the opposite of sadness? that i doubt

is it the joy of belonging in the human cult?

or maybe that  picture with a strange pout

happiness is but a state of mind

when you are content with every thing you find

when you love so much that they call it blind 

when you work so hard on your own grind

and you leave all your troubles behind

lonely rich man thoughts

you walk in the room and all eyes are on you
the labels label you, trends and you are like glue
your head is held up high you're feeling quite blue
your skin smells fresher than the morning dew

you walk in the room with your fashionable swagger
oblivious to the fact you stepped on a beggar
with each move you could swear you were mick jagger
you sit down and order an ice cold lager

this is the life you have always wished for
now that you have it you hate it to the core
if you could have your life back you would take it im sure
you think about it with each drink you pour

heartless

These are the observation of a guy with no heart
not versed with the guy code but willing to play is part
we all believe love is not a game but an art
food for the weak and those whose brains are shut
a virus that tears all sanity apart
it will always be doomed all the way from the start

in love you can stay put if you can stand the heat
its not just about the heart and its sorry beat
rather be heartless and stay in a sorry fit
than to be misled and fall in a bottomless pit
i will always say love is a piece of shit

last night i had a dream
i dreamt of a country free from poverty and corruption
a nation free from the grasps of evil's seduction
a  beautiful land free from pollution
a population free from family deductions
living in unity not family reduction
 people who know that fun comes with protection
and not just smoke nature's attraction
that comes with artificial relaxation
and a thinking capacity sanction
that reduces the brain's function

alcoholic's poem

Giving you my heart was never part of the plan
our future now looking brighter than the sun
at first it started just games and fun
but then again; that was the plan

i take out a glass and and pour you in my love
i also look to you when push comes to shove
although i look to the heavens above
i only see your immediate love

as i take a sip, im losing my mind
and if you leave, its you i will find
all my troubles i leave behind
a bottle of you gives me peace of mind

my name

TJENISANI (che nee saa nee) ( to make clear)
HIKWA       (hee kwaa)          (the great bushman)

ever since i can recall, people have been failing to pronounce my name, i was a 5 year old telling people my name is tjenisani t.j.e, spelling the first 3 letters for them.my first day of school was a nightmare, one of my teachers called me muChina, needless to say she had to apologise a day later. my name turned out to be popular with the ladies in high school as it is quite rare and exotic, the only one on your google search if im not mistaken. 2013 saw a change in the way people saw my name when the y tjkutja song came out, somehow people began to understand it, the spelling looked cool, i felt special. now imagine my horror when i discovered that there are lots of kalanga kids who share the same name but just havent discovered the internet yet. well, atleast im not called mohammed

perfection

picture yourself reciting a prose
doing it all for a noble cause
in one hand is a beautiful rose
on the other you hold her close

when you finish, you take a pause
to look in her eyes is the life you chose
through all the hate from enemies and foes
her perfection  covers all the flaws

you kiss her gently from head to toe
her touch is gentle like the water at shore
her beauty shakes you to the core,
your joy are is shared by the wine you pour

revolution

the phrase 'you never know what you had till its gone' came true today. whatsApp had a sabbathical and suddenly everyone started complaining  because nothing was the same. someone out there was almost close to getting the nudes that God had been saving him for when a revolution kind of blackout occured. someone was about to cheat on their spouse via the evil app by having phone sex when the unthinkable happened, the application just simply shut down like a Bulawayo factory. mark Douchebag is probably out there sipping on skyy vodka and watching facebook make another 16 billion dollars through overuse. i have had my memory card crash on me, my hard drive crush on me, a girl had a crush on me but never did i expect whatsapp to crush my heart like this. i was in the process of sending someone a ' hey stranger' message when the blackout occured. they could at least have worn a condom before screwing us.