Fruit strange - Sax

Things wild worldwide

Take a Breathe

Take life in stride

Get slapped

Get up

That's how you maintain pride!

Fuck flattery

Be wise with word's!

Cause that's first step to miss-steps!

I learnt on Saturday,

In this world...

Time don't reset

Family Affair …The hive the home… Teaser

Family Affair …The hive … Snippet

“it was perfect  that you didn’t have to be perfect to be loved nurtured adored desired and appreciated, and  lord have mercy the laughter so much of it that the thought of it makes my lungs hurt and my eyes water up in a good way.”

Cece- Sometimes your soul mate is not always your lover, I am lucky that he is… He is my “somebody” who answers the question we all secretly ask when we dare to love unapologetically,  he… Cloud does it sometimes with no words just a smile and he always has the right answer … yes. Whether it’s parents and children, lover to lover, friends, family, dam it even pets. The question is simply complex, are you ready to ask yourself…?

“If you knew the real me … me, not the ambassador I send out into the world , no mask no makeup (snitching ladies you would be surprised how many men wear emotional make up), the raw me no cover up stories that start with “but” , “you don’t understand” and “let me explain”  and blaming circumstances,  the naked soul me no fig leaves that person… would you still love me,  respect me, want me , desire me… and with a deep childlike honesty in his eyes and baring his soul in his eyes and voice , he shrugged his shoulders and said “yes and only you Northern star who else would I want, the real questionz would you want me ? ”. For a moment we transcended to ether “above the cloudz”  (gentle laugh)…to naked souls starring at each unashamed unapologetic touching each other’s scarz acceptance not understanding “so this is what real love feels like hah ?” I asked “I guess so … let’s find out” so here we are, and we returned to reality.

Cloud … super enough to stand behind fearlessly, human enough to touch and be touched. Someone so comfortable in their own skin you felt the same way, the good the bad the quirky the flaws the intangible (that… I can’t put quite put my finger on it but I want it about you, it’s different and I like it). That take me as I am or the doors to left type honesty, so infectious it makes you the same way when it’s just the two of you, it was perfect that you didn’t have to be perfect to be loved nurtured adored desired, lord have mercy the laughter so much of it that the thought of it makes my lungs hurt, he would build the house I would make it a home we would make it a kingdom and we named it the Hive.

Confession of a Cloud 4 -since i seent U

From day one... actually from when I first saw you I said that’s my future wife (she reminds how real Mr Godz is)

Mr Godz I understand that every breathe you give me is a gift, so please don't take any offense with me , but for her I would give my whole life... all of it, and not think twice... i know she is priceless but i will try and pay what can of the price?

No anistetic I would punch into my own chest and rip my heart out and give to her to breathe with a smile i would die just let me watch her from other side for a love like this  the surgery with no knife ...

thats what clouds do for northers starz when it feelz like (wordless)

You Mr Godz gave me vision like Osiris so how did I get blinded by a lioness was the black panther skin of the movement of tigress

Was it her aura like Phenomanal  Maya type Highness? The soft silk like chocolate smelling skin to the touch that had me silent ? no inner conflict like "we aint even fighting it"

If beauty and essence demanding respect was a single word, I am watching her move...she  writing it.

The way she lives in that body (drool lol) those contours the definition of perfect flaws

And when we kiss I press repeat, and when we cuddle all night in the morning I press pause

(Naughty laugh) As for the gem in between your legs I want to be a citizen and live there forget these tours (lol)

Could I fall in love with you with your permission over and over and over again as many times as wave s touch the shore?

Dam it Queen I love you so much I ignore the fact that you snore (dodging a plate )

After 10 years that’s what you do to me, I still look at you like at that start remember that first month

And when I munch on my cookie, it’s like I am eating my first lunch ... Delicious

Nothing about us is fictitious, no day with us is repetitious, I got nail marks in back and she wasn't being vicious

Like the dawn the first moment we met the first light (returning to the moment) "Mr Godz I just saw my future wife"

Converstaion with self 2 - write teaser

I write to let them know I love them in silence they don’t really need to know I love                                                                                                                                                                                                 them but I just do….?.. Pure and true... love has a voice is much greater than mine... and it is not confused with carnal rubbish the times have brain washed us with... it surpasses the flesh and touches the soul if you remember what a soul is? 

(My other reply)Yes … we do... so in writing love allows me to speak with no words... to many it is corny in this day...to me its reality...  and the cause of my solitude... as I ask god was I born in the wrong time knowing he makes no mistakes (a deep breath)

I write because all humans have a part of them, which cannot be accepted by anybody else accept the designer... the “just is” the uniqueness, but never the less the most intricate part of the star that shines within which often the world teaches us to hide, i will show you mine in the hope you accept yours, and judging from the look on some people’s faces they still don’t get it...

Sometimes actually often I write because my soul is torn ,my heart has grown calluses from a hard life lived  and my wings are Brocken, and lords knows I cried until my cheeks ran dry or I was dehydrated (loll).. dreaming about the times when I used to fly ...now look at me  … drowning in a bottle , believing the world to be hostile , lord you know I tried .. Faith or no faith ... I am tired of this falling thing... Because I feel like am dying ... so I live to write to live... (The madness)

I write because god planted something in my wrist connected to my soul my mind and a thought that demands a voice... … Thought breathes through expression... so I write to express my design... lest i be smothered

I write because I am insane most of the time ….. You just see the sane... (Mum?) and this perception of me is for your comfort zone, I am here to bear notice your comfort is dead (loll)  simply because I to need find mine and unless I walk the waters of the ..Ink and paper I will be lost in your perception, that brings us across  the puzzle  of the maze of my mind  where pandemonium  and sensibility  are playing Russia roulette click ..... Bang oppose   . Yes I am insane?

Hope for the motherland (Zimbabwe) - Gerald Synik

Hope for the motherland (Zimbabwe)

In all her former glory she provided for her siblings
As the sun rose in the morning sky, so did she, no stranger to working the fields
Magnificent, the blood of kings flowed in her veins
Her ancestry, a diverse bloodline now the source of a rich culture
With pride she raised sons and daughters who the world gladly would have adopted had she let them go
but she was their source, and they, her reason for existence, her reason for being
Wronged by those who seek to exploit for selfish gain,
Years she suffered until she shook off the chains
But she spoke of forgiveness

Like the size of her heart knew no boundaries, no limitations to her love
"Together" she said, "together" we can succeed
She was blessed because within her were strength, hope and courage
In her humility, she did not consider herself mighty
Although she had vast riches and splendour that all could see
But even as time healed her wounds, new wounds were inflicted on her
Inflicted by the once innocent hands of her own children
What wound can be deeper than from those you love and trust the most?
What pain more painful?

Heartbroken, her spirit withered
The lands once so fruitful for her as if sensing her spirit was dying, turned against her
The sky once so bright became almost as dark as the future her neighbours predicted for her
No cure for the sickness in her spirit,
Her body once so beautiful donned the ugly coat of disease and death
Her children watched in dismay as her arms became too weak to feed them
And so they ran
North, South, East and West they ran
Towards the farthest reaches of the earth they ran
They ran, not from her, but towards life
Towards hope and the distant beckoning of a new beginning
They ran towards something most would take for granted, basic survival
Leaving their own sons, daughters, mothers, fathers, brothers and sisters they ran
Grudgingly she let them go, but lovingly she held close those who stayed
In her weak smile, they saw a flicker of hope
Even as they died from causes natural and unnatural they held on to the flicker
So frail they feared to even speak of it
So tiny, to just whisper it seemed taboo, as if the mere whisper’s breath would blow out the flame
But now I ask on her behalf, for she is my mother (land) too

Proclaim it to all who would hear, show it to all who would see
THERE IS HOPE FOR ZIMBABWE
Even as we dig graves for people who died for lack of nothing but clean water
THERE IS HOPE FOR ZIMBABWE
Even as millions wallow in poverty, jobless in a dying economy
THERE IS HOPE FOR ZIMBABWE
Even as the cost of living escalates beyond the reach of those who society once considered wealthy
THERE IS HOPE FOR ZIMBABWE
Even as our children’s cries are drowned out by the grumbling of their tummies
THERE IS HOPE FOR ZIMBABWE

It exists in you, it exist in me, it exists even in the timidly beating heart of a baby born today
And if hope is all we have (as it seems these days), then that makes us rich beyond measure
For though we are the product of our past, we are not confined in our present but we are defined by our future
A future which our children (and their children) cannot be denied… 

I am ... hip hop - Gerakd Synik

I am. . .

I am 5 elements
I am decks spinning
I am visual poetry on crumbling walls
I am the tireless energy of bboys and girls, trying to be
I am the cadence placed skilfully on the beat
I am the percussion from the perfect instrument, man
I am the spirit of Ubuntu in cyphers on cold streets
I am the whisper of revolution
I am the freestyle
I am the free mind
I am freedom to express
I am the battle that motivates to elevate
I am peace, love, hope and truth
I am knowledge and its application
I am life to some
I am death to others
I AM HIPHOP

Confession of cloud 3

Can I tell you a secret that might make you mad…? I hate it when you wear make up… because u mask the cake up and because I am frost the left the stakes up, like you asked my inner king Queenz wake up, your my defence and why we at war and snake up, can’t wait to have a seed we bake up up, we keep it the kitchen no take out, brown skin thighs far from thin  if I use my tongue right (lol) I might get in the beauty of the darkness we not even close to sin, if I could eplain your light I would not be able to start to begin, ruva (flower) how do I begin Dziva so to sia mudiwa…shhhh