Thabani Khumalo Poems

When Laden Barmby got up to the blow point with his foes,
he climbed up the mountain and picked up three ugly pebbles from the peak,
he handed them over to the esoteric breach into the mind of God;
a bold headed river prophet dressed in a garment white.
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It is funny
how I used to deeply love my mother.
It felt a certain way
right in the core of my guts,
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From the day that I was borne
I was clear about my life -
that I wanted to be the greatest;
the Great above the great,
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I should rid the Immbi of my precious soul
and seek for bigger and brighter light -
a journey of yet another thousand miles
where the dark demons vow to never ever pause.
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All the object of his labor;
the goal towards which man has to haste,
what does he figure it out to be?
I've lingered and dwelt at this spot
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The life God has lasted too long,
thus he is the only danger to his life
because he has conquered every male with his fists,
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From the day that I was born,
I recall I wasn't taught to be even.
Even when I was ailing to death
I didn't learn to be fair out of dying reticence.
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Above reason,
I fought as though I was a pugilist.
I put contusion upon the skin of
African men like I was drawing tattoos,
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I sometimes sit alone
to ruminate all about my life,
I thoroughly question myself on how to live it,
yes I do, I question myself on how to live it.
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I used to dream of only the impossible,
I used to cast my eyes beyond the blind line of natural sight -
and I drew distant figures to the view of mortal eyes,
because I needed God to emanate from within human brains
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