AFRICAN HEART

Optional objects,
AFRICAN HEART Materials,are not my desires,
I pray for a rare kind of wealth,of riches in virtues and true spirits in character,
Strange it sounds,
Listen to my heart pound,

You,
You,
You.

Beating hard,as I translate what my red pericadium illuminates,
Through spectacles of rythmns of truth and rays of sincerity,
Seek,
Searching,
Colliding with nature,where you are this perfect creature.

I some opaque drifter,
Who bursts into your perfect bubble,
You stare in awe,
And listen in stupor,
When you see this dark,spotted skin,you shut your eyes to protect their innocence,
Only to hearken to my hoarse cultural voice,
That sing-songs your name,

Jina,
Jina,
Jina.

Superb ryhme,for you my words climb,
To the peak to find,resplendent lips that I dare not kiss.
I have always been a risk-taker,but this I'm too stiffened to try,like a warrior staring at an angry lioness's eyes,
I mind-sprint to ancestral consultants,ask for a blessing and valour.

I receive,wise words that I must use to change the world of love.
My continents inner-soul must be moved,
Shaken by my sentient poem,
Broken by my expressions,
Re-shaped by my palms that slowly moulds,
White and light brown,to black.
Coal black,the fuel of my homeland's true love.

That you are part of.

M.O.O aka Carswell evoL