Neither he boisterous sunbeams can tame the immortal lion;
The steed galloping unfurling plains of wondrous scapes,
The mane upholstered westerly with silvery threads waywarding
Down the lithe torso tensed with vigour eagerly awaiting-
The swarthy hoofs gleaming upon the stony turfs rugged with
Brittle sand,the ludicrous pelts and sporadic boulders eluding sight.
Behold,the vivacious countenance unequivocally telling a sage;
The puffing muzzle suppressing a thunderbolt of vigority unleashed,
The onse` gaze of the pair unilaterally focussed with unparalleled vision
The trembling labials bespeaking a subdued desire long sought
And the star like aqua constellation emboldening grandeur weaved
Inextricably with destiny.Fuming seconds to witness a steed imminent
To the very present self not still but forever changing.
Charge!Charge!Wonder the pastoral beauty of Mzinyathi`s majestic
Plains,traverse the reverred Ntendeka from the mystic parch notorious
For reeling thunderstorms thrashing the whole vast settlement,
Lie near the weathering boulders of the colossal gorge outlining
The pastoral magnificence.The inhabitants bespeak the tales of this vivacious prodigy, so long in spirit of jubilious juvenile tenure of trance Bliss.The meek fellows met paint the frivolous hours of mudslinging Upon the slippery grounds of Sebenzani;the karate mainly relished by Brazen lads earnestly built with a tough physique.Oh!The toilful pass to Middle class regaled us best with new extra-mural activities very Enticing and luring for a sober heart borne with ambition to resist the Innate passion desperately seeking to surface and be seen.
Yeah!iI wear pride upon my sleeve not forgetting the gutter that fed
Me,slumbered me,sheltered me and gave a fetus a resounding
Identity weaved with moral rectitude to sail the soul upon unrighteous
Ways of o`r sordid life;lechery by sardonic beasts paint a distorted
Image of men so tainted by the crude misdeeds gracing the papers.
How then shall the sage of men be translated to fruitful use?
I speak not of men whom fiends reign their corrupt hearts
But i speak of bespectacled gentleman bearing a burden of care;
The eternal responsibility to labour,court and cease to be is like
A yoke and a wagon pulled by an unfit donkey whiplashed brutally
By the rider nonchalantly pursuing his own spoor.
Toil,the very word is like a curse subjected to frail humanity;
Shovelling the weeding garden,building a skyscraper nor rooting
A large power plant magnificently upon the designated plain.
Girdle belt amorously laid on the Moon mark a retreat,
Passion stifled with disease takes centre stage upon the
Standing ovation of mute walls,robes and chest;
Yet the evocations of dawn mingle the breeze with pure incense,
Butterflies roam the air viscerally with their dappled wings
Then the solitary sun rises from the clandestine dwells to commence
A day full with multifarious intrigues and awe-
Yes!I have risen to prominent unsung author ready to tackle
The injustices to joyous glories,the shames to exultation and
The debilitating anxiety about fate to a watershed sparkle of destiny
Bespeaking hopes and dreams imminent to the present.
Have I seen the brute corridor of dark thoughts from past stances;
The intellectual lethargy of dragging consecutive years full with vague,
The hearsay impromptu circling the community of inevitable capitulation by the unrivaled Prodigy hailing from the Madonsela clan
Famed unilaterally for their shrewdness and outstanding mental
Capabilities to myriad for narration .Passion for success towed me
From the valley of death and to the grace of God whom I have forsaken
The intricate doctrines now I abide by on a daily basis keep me from Evil.Jesus died for our diabolic sins and ascended to heaven to take his
Seat next to his father;there is penitance for savage humanity.
