Soul Seeds: Reality and Mental Inspiration Poetry

Copyright © 2014 by Onalethuso Petruss Ntema.

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Rev. date: 02/19/2014

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Contents

Dedication

African Mysteries of the Ancient Now

A Journal to My Person

A Letter to my Lover

A Little More Strength

A Little One Drop

A Wish

Am Inspired, Are you?

Are You Aware?

Be at Peace

Behold, Woman of my Dreams

Beyond the Soul

Blind Fear in my Eyes

Body and Soul

Brighter Day of Colors

Butterflies Look so Colorful

By Emotions of Unknown Voices

Can I be with you, O’ Love?

Child of Divine

Cold Feet

Colors of the Rainbow

Come Forth

Crisis

Cultures of Many but One

Dancing Toes

Days Are Numbered

Distant Other (The)

Distant Sands of the Kalahari

Dream Woman

Dry Cry

Dry Eyes

Early Morning

Fallen Leaves

Far Over

Fear

Gifted Souls

Golden Eyes

Gone Too Long

Gone Too Soon, Forever

Guidance from you Father

Hands of Hope

Her

Her name is Love

High like a Bird

Hold a Hand

Hope

Hope Knows No Strings

Humble Heart

Humble Pearl

I am

I’m the Seed

If All Persons were Shadowed

If and when I Die

If my Body

If Wishes Were

I Laugh so Greenly

I Miss You

I stood, I fallen, I stand again

Jealousy

Journey by the River

Journey to my Shadow

Journey to the Hills

Kill Me Not, O’ Love

Lament of a Loner

Lament of a Lover’s

Lead my Hand O’ Dear Life

Life

Life and the Giver

Life Seeds

Living without Fade

Lost Lover

Lost to Discover

Love is Growth

Life inspires me

Memories

My Eye in Shoshong

My Goal, My Future

My Hand Drew Me Nearer

Murderer

O’ Dear Pebble

O’ Father

Only Words can Say

Only Words Can Say (part 2)

Our Skills and Souls are Innovative Forces

Patterns of violence in silence

Patterns of Time

Peaceful Heart

Pearls of the Kalahari

Pebbles

Pieces of Life

Pieces of Life by the River

Precious Soul

Proverbs

Render me a Journey of Blessings

Rise again, when I fall

Rise to the Occasion

Saddest Smiles

Seasons of Life

Seeds of Principle

Seeds of Sin

Shackles of History

She is my Sunshine

Sigh of a Widow

Silent Dreamer

Silent Dreamer (part 2)

Silent words

Silent Words (part 2)

Sing Glory

Son of the Soil

Soul beads

Soul Child

Soul seeker (I’m that man)

Soul Seeds

Spoken word

Stones (of Africa)

Sunshine

Swollen Heart

Tales of a Midnight Dreamer

The Grass

The Lamp of Life

The Mind, a Necessity

The Monkey on the Tree Top

The Night of Pain

The Rains Are Almost

The River Walks its Journey

The Roots

The Skin

This Poem

Times like these

To a Brother

True Woman

Untold Memories

Weep not, Soul child

What am I?

What if? (Part 1)

What if? (Part 2)

What if? (Part 3)

What if? (Part 4)

What is possibility?

When the Night Comes

When Lions meet

Who’s Word?

Dedication

This poetry manuscript is dedicated to my daughter Deczybelle Daisy Shiloh and my mother Ndaruka Ntema, for their immense inspiration and urge. It is also a token of appreciation to my mentor Mr. Richard Kasaka Kashweeka and all, whose support, technical advises and motivation have been pivotal to this far. It is a special piece of art to my late brother Modisa Phillip Ntema and my mentor Anthony J. Berry (UK), may your souls find eternal peace and divinity.

Special thanks to Xlibris Publishing, UK.

African Mysteries of the Ancient Now

The rivers of the wilderness,

Polluted and looted by modern philosophy

Executed and looted with guns and enemy,

Powers of religion and heads of authority

Lovers of omission and error of reality,

Matters of no reason and mental insanity

Brothers of illusion and sisters of bitterness,

Where is the love that we all talk about?

Where is the love that we all talk about?

Where is the peace that we all walk about?

Where are the means that we all need the most?

The pieces are the only means to get us across

Matters of reality, focus on your sanity

Sold our souls to the graves of history,

Overthrew our culture to the grains of victims

Understood their culture but abused our systems,

Overthrew our nature, to the rules of a master

I wish I knew, what they decide to do,

Before they taught us too, to divide and rule

And they fought us too, to pride and fool,

Gone so fast to the few hands of many men

Told not last if we knew the very end,

O’ what a crisis, o’ what a problem!

But who is the culprit?

And who is to cast them?

Families, nations rise from the problem

Uplift one another, sooner than later, a matter for the better,

Rise Africa rise, stand tall alone!

Rise Africa rise, stand on your own!

The scramble of Africa (excessive land grabbing and remote land lordship), environmental and spiritual pollution by chemicalized sources of livelihoods, fashioned religion of personal interest persuasion and economic mobility, political and social disorganization through inter-community conflicts with weaponries of existence and space and the personal deterioration of the inner self. The world around has filtered a saturated kind, factored by fairies of the media (the movies, erotic magazines, horror articles with powerful sources, negative social networks and internet sources) and the globalized behaviors of individual centeredness against the African context of the individual-family-community models. Centuries of torture and cultural degeneration have yielded a sub-cultural behavior of deviance and crime. Families and churches have all become the cages of violence, abuse and spiritual disorder. Africa has for ages been the resource for western economies; slavery, missionary trade/ socio-politico-economic and spiritual colonization, excessive mineral extraction and exportation to foreign few pockets while Africans battle for their last breath, modernized health systems and diseases. Still, the worst is yet to unfold.

A Journal to My Person

My eyes itch with dryness

My eyes fetch in dryness,

My lies drown to a distant ear

My fingers talk to an instant near,

My singers walk in song, singing

Their egos hawk in long, breathing,

My skin deepens in color

My wing weakens to a lover’s,

My mouth preys on green

My doubt snails on skin,

My heart beats me faster

My heart feeds me after,

My armor is the mind of person

My hammer is honored to a pattern,

My two eyed person surrounds me

My two legged person allows me,

My few naked eyes arouse me

My two naked eyes forget me than seen,

I knew, fainted, I rise beyond the dream

My senses dance to a tempo,

My senses tense to an arrow

My forces urge to a corner,

My closet edge to a loner

My heritage restores me,

My history endures me

My tongue seduces me,

My person rebukes me

My ear advances me,

My eyes still itch in dryness

My eyes still deep in kindness,

As I journal to my person

I curve a thought to my reason.

This piece explores the journey to an instant self. It gives matter to the retrospective person that allures their self to the physical, mental and psychological, personal and spiritual senses of life. It is a self reflection. Life is within and upon all souls of them that live and fade away from the eyes and hearts of society, our interconnectedness with thought, reality, probability of possibility and forwardness. It is upon all shoulders and arms of truth (unearthing the hidden reasons and meanings of life and its hidden treasures), to the eyes of a believer. A peaceful mind is a peaceful heart, without which life is unnecessary. We all, in all, need to find peace within us, and amongst us all. Most of all, the little realities that we encounter, explore and discover are traces of our footprints and personalities.

A Letter to my Lover

Dear lover,

Your love is a gift I treasure,

With every passing day,

Like water,

Lowering its arms to submit to the natural need,

Your love I pursue to the lucky day,

Your smile falls the night, falling

My heart is calling for you only,

I feel so lonely, need you only,

Let love find its way through paths

Where lions fear to prey,

Find your way soon in all souls by the moon

Where stars shine to the full moon,

I shall fall

In love hard on my knees,

Soothingly crawl as I call

For your love beyond the means,

I