Happy World Poetry day part 2:

Hi everyone. The second poet I’m featuring is Slim Shaka. He is a writer and a spoken word artist.

Here is his intro.

My name is Slim Shaka.
I am a performance poet with the Evolution art hub; a network of artists committed to inspire positive Social, political and economic change through art and leadership.
I’ve performed at various poetry platforms; Poetry After Lunch, History vs His_story(1 and 2), Try my shoes, Anika forum… Just to list a few.
My poetry is grounded on bridging ancient and modern street philosophy in voicing the status quo. A learning process I seek to obediently achieve.”

Enjoy…

THE LOST WORLD

I woke up in the lost world, 

The world of my dreams.

Tell the Quantum physicist. To travel the universe, I nolonger need his quantum foam. 

I figured,

My soul already did that. Long before I took the body form. I woke up in the lost world. The world of my dreams; when alkebulan was free of these boarders of segregation. The Azanian civilization blossomed from the land of Kush to South Afrika. The Indian ocean was still the Azanian sea & the Atlantic, the Ethiopian sea.

The Environment was overwhelmed by people meditating by the river side.

Nature spoke and humanity responded to the purity that understood the path to the source. I guess Divine words can only be as meaningful to those who understand it’s language.

You can never give lessons to a people never taught how to listen. So I listened.

I listened to the philosophy of Che. The only black man born white, the only white man who knew about rights. He showed the the love of being truthful, the truth in being loved. He said to me; Son, Your world is corrupted by selfishness & greed but don’t be like them.

Nature’s wrath is pure, not even the safest of them capitalists will survive… Death, has never missed it’s Target.

Stand tall & preach love & truth. You’ve got nothing to loose. Don’t bow to the self righteousness mental; one that uses fear to control the living, using food to control those in need of it, using amunition to control those who fear it but be those who heal the world through kindness. Ensure your generation respects life, because you are aware of where it comes from. Heal the world & go to extinction as a Noble species.

You are Mutambaruka, you are Midikizela. With freedom you live far beyond the heartbeat; Here, the dead don’t need oxygen to live. Just the inscription from the author of life saying; Live! 

And che went away.

Then I listened. I listened some more to the chants from the trees & there I found the Egyptian Queen, Nefertiti. She looked at me, smiled and said; 

Slim Shaka, 

Your words can save humanity. Let your letters maintain the formula. Sons of the Legendary black Queen Tiye. May the awareness of who you are Grant you wisdom to seek Divine consciousness and not social conformity so when you pay those taxes, ensure the money doesn’t leave with your dignity. Least you sacrifice your humanity for their debts. 

You should know, Their economy hates vacuum.

But to be truly free is to be able to think & reflect in your society that only approves those who repeat what they are taught without question;

 The government is always right, no question.

My religion is perfectly right, no question.

I am always right, no question?

Well here in Alkebulan the truth attracts criticism. It’s the only way it becomes affirmative how come yours doesn’t?

And the Queen went away.

At this point I realized, all this time I’ve been blinded by expectations. Never really seen the world for what it is. The selfishness & the greed that I’ve always hated has always been part of me.

A self destructive conformist. Honest to the world but never honest to self,

Seeking freedom for the world but never quite known freedom myself. The beauty of my mask only works from within; it’s difficult to admit, how then can I face it?

Trying to balance who I am & who I should be got me sleep walking in a dream that is this perfect reality. Will I ever get it right? Will I ever retrace my path to the Divine vision of my ancestors?

Will the value of my history worth much more than just the ephemeral amusement from the past?

Oh God, I woke up in the lost world.

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Mutheu wa Sumbi

Again.

I cried today. Because I was angry and frustrated. That my plans weren’t working out as smoothly as they usually do. That I can’t go home as soon as I want to. That I am alone, in that way, again. Alone with my thoughts and fears. Alone with my victories.

I know who I am. I know what I want. I know how to get it. But I can’t get it right now.

That’s why I am angry, and frustrated.
That’s why I want to tackle someone.
That’s why I want to break the glass jar of bath salts that you got me.

Thats why I regret leaving you.

A love of convenience that took years to build.
Crushed into nothing by egos and silence and distance.

Why does it take so long to make something beautiful, yet it takes one sentence to ruin it all?

I still don’t know.
Maybe I’ll find out tomorrow.

Hopefully..


Ivy.

Sweet sense of self

Maybe I don’t like you in the way that you think I do. Maybe I just want to be calm… Like you.

Your level of zen makes me question myself.
What I want
Who I am
I hadn’t met you before now
But that quiet in your eyes
That stillness on your lips

The way you craft silence out of words
The way you attract my attention

Your lips, still but speaking to me
The flutter of your eyelashes calling me

I am not into you in the way you think.
You aren’t my muse… But damn I wish you were.

I am not asexual.
I am not sexually attracted to you.
But damn I wish I was. That would explain everything.


This heart ache would make more sense
.

This love in my heart would make sense.
These dreams where I hold you close… Make sense.

I don’t love you.
I want to be you.
Does that make sense?

MUTHEU wa Mbula

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