Words Poem by Ishmael Mabhiza

As my words fly out my larynx
I never knew they have got a body
When I thought there is no fix-
They created a man with a body

When I thought its just a voice and a thought
My words have made me who I am-
The thoughts and mentalities have both come as tauts
With no doubts the words are who I am.

To speak is a gift and the voice is just mode
Even the heart speaks in a stream of consciousness
The mind vows and the heart desires in the same code
A word concieved is a body without weakness.

Others wafle and regret-the evidence-
Evidence of slothefulnessprotrudes when the word speaks
And it proves without pretence
The bearer, origin and all its specks

Like a seed, itsprouts and bears
Sown or grafted with sourness-
Evil and rogue elements, thorns it bears
A recipe for sorrowfulness


The leaders, and conquorors are great today
Mansions and palaces built using words
They maim and kill bad company a thousand in a day
A belief inspired in ones mind through words

What we gather to hear in churches are words
We gather in rallies and listen to a politician
Our technology and communication medium use words
The voice just a medium-