Monday 20 October, 2014
Start: 22:22
Tshaka Zulu: Shakespeare’s short trousers
Please pour
your heart on me…
Please tell
me the crust of your truth
And I can
comfort your heart with love!
Why would
you run away from that granny?
Without
saying good bye or even trying to offer her something?
Why do we
always get these patterns in life?
One person
that will fully help you
To cross
that bridge of life…
Is the same
person, you ran away from every day!
Why do we
always hand around people who tear our hearts apart?
As we
pretend that all is well?
Pretendence!
Pretendence!
Is there a
reason to pretend?
Are you not
the master mind to this- Shakespeare?
“Heee this
world is a stage where everyone is an actor”
Acting!
Acting!
I am not
acting! I am living!
I guess,
life is a battle for the truth or not!
For me… I
chose the truth.
I wouldn’t
want to live a life pinned on its falsehood…
But the
truth- I will forever hold in the breast plate of my heart!
I wouldn’t want to live in time pinned on its
falsehood…
But the
truth- I will forever hold in the breast plate of my heart!
I wouldn’t
want to live for a destiny pinned on its falsehood…
But the
truth- I will forever hold in the breast plate of my heart!
Who said
“Heaven is not there…
And hell is
coming?”
To this, do
you subscribe?
To this, do
you not see every day?
To this, I
will forever hold in the breast plate of my heart!
A life of
falsehood- full of the maximum joy that an individual can see!
A life of
truth- full of fear of isolation and wrong paint, being painted and glued
towards the heart!
Isn’t the
heart created to love?
Then- what
will it love? From this dish full of fear?
Fear- to
systemize the system…
And fear to
fight against the system powers!
That I
respect…But soon I will change!
Whose short
way it anyway?
That
brought this revelation…
And that
brought this destiny full of life?
From his
vision she believed
From his
fears she comforted
From his
curiosity she cared
From his
suspicion she presented
From his
truth she became afraid and wished for an answer
From his
appearance she disappeared
From her
disappearance she lied and lied and lied!
She even
painted abstract pictures…
I could
hardly see with my own naked eye
All I
believed1 because I am a believer and I trust her
From all
her efforts, I greatly appreciated
Because, it
was a miracle that came true!
Because,
when it comes to the truth- we do not disconnect!
Tell me…
What would
you do? If you believe in a miracle…
Yet that
miracle is the deepest crust of lies?
Tell
me…tell me…
What would you
do?
What would
you do…?
If you are
told exactly the same about your church…
Tell
me…tell me…
What would
you do?
You want
deeper truth?
Ok fine…
What
happened to all the people who died before you were born?
What will
happen to Mohammed people, Buddha people, Rastafarian people or even Jesus
people, who are yet to be born?
And who
knows what will happen to the first day of the last?
The truth-
is the ultimate bone and breathe to life.
Who would
want to chew your bone away from you?
Who would
want to inhale all your breathe from you?
To that-
imprison that cell and send it to hell fire!
So…
Whose hand
was it that sewed the short?
The hand from mother love- that sewed the
short
Many
reckless hands that sewed the short from the factory
Many
buttons from the computer- that sewed the short from the system
Or- that
gifted hand in the community- that sewed the short…from hunger inspiration and
financial anticipation?
I guess, in
this life- I will only wear hand crafted shorts…or shorts that comes from the
purity of my fingerprints.
The truth-
is the ultimate bone and breathe to life.
Without it…
we people we, we disadvantage ourselves from all pleasure of life!
If that is
the case…like Lazarus in the bible,
All people
who were born from their deathdays
Are living
a life of regret and wishes!
Then- what
would you say
To the
people…born from their birthdays
To live and
living a life of regret and wishes?
“Dead man
walking” How would you know- how would you tell?
Then-who
has life? And what has he done with it?
Isralites
were God’s people…
What is it
that they did to help humanity to be close to the creator?
Or it is a
game of individuality and secrecy?
Then- will
the prophets of truth lie…especially in the times of Ebola?
I do not
know the rest…but I wish the best!
For me…I
will live,
Not among
the dead to be dead
But to
resurrect the dead
And live
more and more life and lives to come!
What pain
does a candle get from candling 7 billion candles?
Are we not
the light of this life?
Don’t
forget to lighten the next light…
And live in
paths full of bright lights…
Like the
story- God’s paths are full of lights and life!
So…
Whose short
is it anyway?
That
brought this revelation…
That
brought this destiny full of light?
I believe,
they all have their own shorts
But, they
can’t resist their love towards this short.
What would
you do- if you were too short to wear a short?
Or- if you
were too long to wear a short?
I guess, it
is the same with life…
Always be alert
and ready…
To receive
all blessings, that this has created for you!
Not being
alert…
You will
become too short
Or you will become too tall
For this
short!!!
End: 23:42
By VaChikepe: The Poet
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@Publishar
Publisher T.P Chikepe
(Reporting from Katanga Norton, Zimbabwe-Africa)
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