Xabiso ukude! Iza ke ngapha ephondweni uzosi rhabulisa kule bhekile, bumnandi obubutyeala ubudidiyeleyo apha. Usazise ke Kuba umsebenzi Wana Xhosa ufuna amangqina
Disassembling Frankenstein’s Monster. Excuse the tone but it’s a reflection of the mess inside, a tide came in the early hours while I was rocking the full moon back to sleep. Planets and stars washed up on my magic carpet, new found constellations stuck beneath my feet. I lost myself while walking through the blizzard of your emotions. Impaired vision, my index finger a wiper sweeping an angel’s wing across my third eyes windscreen... To me you were the wind's dream. The whites of your eyes a never ending quilt of identical snowflakes sewn together... I am losing traction on my sanity this slippery slope is tricky now because I keep forgetting to down shift gears, sift fears so that only the aerated love remains. I am learning as above sow within seeds of smiles so they may blossom into a garden of laughter when spring arrives. I've come to accept that maybe you do not fully comprehend the weight held by the mystery of our union, f### the stars... our lives were written on the backs of starfish on ocean floors for no one to see. The notion of flaws is welcome in these here reefs regardless of your scales pedigree. I of the sky, you of the hues... A descendant of ghostly colours more felt than seen. Your actions have me questioning the lineage of my different body parts now. Yes I know , these hands do not belong to those arms... But when you were caving in doubt these palms held up the sky. Yes I know, This brain does not belong to that mind... But these Alchemic thoughts learned how to transmute base metals into a nexus of fiery golden butterflies around your solar plexus. This beat does not belong to that pulse... It now belongs to an organ with broken keys powered by 3 quarters of energy and a handful of syllables. 2 mortars of synergy and a piece of land filled with minerals... where acres of music are grown in the shade of a dying sun. In light of your absence I have decided to saddle up the clouds and return 2 of my different body parts to their rightful owners. So let us begin with the feathers! See If you look close you would note that they are covered with the soot that rose from the burnings wings of an old phoenix and they were attached to an arm span that could barely achieve perfect flight when you needed me the most. Or maybe these lungs! That were Carved from the torso of an emerald dragon that can barely breathe fire but can recite all the hidden names of deities with a single breath I used to recite all of your hidden names while you slEPt...wEPt...kEPt.. Excuse my malfunction, I was assembled using substandard raw materials. My celestial body is falling apart and I've been patching it up with haikus and sonnets. Maybe it is time I raid the tombs of tornadoes, dormant volcanoes, hurricanes and passing comets... To fashion myself skin made of molten lava and torrential rains. I will mould myself in the image of Kronos and pass time by shooting stars up my veins. When they ask of my whereabouts tell them i am up there... Rocking the full moon back to sleep... Basking in my suns radiance... Prostrate before Gaea’s feet, scrapping planets and stars from the bottom of my shoes. Throwing them like divination bones trying to figure a star sign for this body of work I have recreated
If I were to comment each time I come here to watch - there would be hundreds of comments by now! Xabiso - you’re an absolute blessing and a gift straight from God.
It’s been 4 years since my first time seeing this and I’m moved each and every time I watch it. I can officially say this is my favourite piece of all time🙌🏾
This poem is a master piece 🧩🔥👌🏼
Back again
Mutle ❤ this man needs to be protected at all cost
How am I only hearing this now for the first time
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Xabiso ukude! Iza ke ngapha ephondweni uzosi rhabulisa kule bhekile, bumnandi obubutyeala ubudidiyeleyo apha. Usazise ke Kuba umsebenzi Wana Xhosa ufuna amangqina
@Modise, the poem you uploaded (the wilderness )has no sound
This is a masterpiece ❤❤❤❤
This is a masterpiece ❤❤❤❤
Mutle is such an amazing artist ❤
Thank you so much for posting these ❤ This guys is very talented
Struggled self condemnation and serious sadness. This poem helped me deal through a very dark period
I know exactly what you mean
serei onboard
Disassembling Frankenstein’s Monster. Excuse the tone but it’s a reflection of the mess inside, a tide came in the early hours while I was rocking the full moon back to sleep. Planets and stars washed up on my magic carpet, new found constellations stuck beneath my feet. I lost myself while walking through the blizzard of your emotions. Impaired vision, my index finger a wiper sweeping an angel’s wing across my third eyes windscreen... To me you were the wind's dream. The whites of your eyes a never ending quilt of identical snowflakes sewn together... I am losing traction on my sanity this slippery slope is tricky now because I keep forgetting to down shift gears, sift fears so that only the aerated love remains. I am learning as above sow within seeds of smiles so they may blossom into a garden of laughter when spring arrives. I've come to accept that maybe you do not fully comprehend the weight held by the mystery of our union, f### the stars... our lives were written on the backs of starfish on ocean floors for no one to see. The notion of flaws is welcome in these here reefs regardless of your scales pedigree. I of the sky, you of the hues... A descendant of ghostly colours more felt than seen. Your actions have me questioning the lineage of my different body parts now. Yes I know , these hands do not belong to those arms... But when you were caving in doubt these palms held up the sky. Yes I know, This brain does not belong to that mind... But these Alchemic thoughts learned how to transmute base metals into a nexus of fiery golden butterflies around your solar plexus. This beat does not belong to that pulse... It now belongs to an organ with broken keys powered by 3 quarters of energy and a handful of syllables. 2 mortars of synergy and a piece of land filled with minerals... where acres of music are grown in the shade of a dying sun. In light of your absence I have decided to saddle up the clouds and return 2 of my different body parts to their rightful owners. So let us begin with the feathers! See If you look close you would note that they are covered with the soot that rose from the burnings wings of an old phoenix and they were attached to an arm span that could barely achieve perfect flight when you needed me the most. Or maybe these lungs! That were Carved from the torso of an emerald dragon that can barely breathe fire but can recite all the hidden names of deities with a single breath I used to recite all of your hidden names while you slEPt...wEPt...kEPt.. Excuse my malfunction, I was assembled using substandard raw materials. My celestial body is falling apart and I've been patching it up with haikus and sonnets. Maybe it is time I raid the tombs of tornadoes, dormant volcanoes, hurricanes and passing comets... To fashion myself skin made of molten lava and torrential rains. I will mould myself in the image of Kronos and pass time by shooting stars up my veins. When they ask of my whereabouts tell them i am up there... Rocking the full moon back to sleep... Basking in my suns radiance... Prostrate before Gaea’s feet, scrapping planets and stars from the bottom of my shoes. Throwing them like divination bones trying to figure a star sign for this body of work I have recreated
I heard this amazing poem in 2017 and it literally saved my life as i was dealing with a deep depression - Thank you!
Every time i need to help myself breathe this is where i find me. I keep dying and this poem resuscitates me everytime.
Keep going! Please 🙏🙏
"My friends feed me fire but am running out of air"🥺🤌
Wooooo!!! So beautifully haunting!!....
This poem felt like home. Death has never sounded so beautiful. 🥺
Talent simple as that
OMG🥺
You are so precious.
I keep coming back to this
💎 a gem! A gift!
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You try to give the video more brightness it will be great if you do
Modise is such a gift, an artist of our time. 🙌🏾
This is beautiful! What a well written and performed poem, by a talented artist.
A masterpiece 🙌🏿
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This is beautiful emmah💯
Woooow 🔥🔥🔥
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I just love how Kori Strange at 2:26 starts with hand gestures when he says "Can navigators find their way home"
If I were to comment each time I come here to watch - there would be hundreds of comments by now! Xabiso - you’re an absolute blessing and a gift straight from God.
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Powerful
💆 please send me these videos Claudia 😊. (Ps. The poem is called Viva la vulva)
I am back here
“Atleast there is food there,atleast there is many of us” ❤️🥺
I stan
I just keep coming back to this poem for the last two years. A truly timeless piece.😭😭 Modise sir, you are something else. 👏🏾
It’s been 4 years since my first time seeing this and I’m moved each and every time I watch it. I can officially say this is my favourite piece of all time🙌🏾
I've encountered this sometime last year and I'm here every week.
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MASTERPIECE.
This is a beautiful poem. nice
now this is nice. i had to listen 4times
Oh man, poetry, poetry.
"don't despair , there's a place that robo knows and keeps for me up there"
Was he speaking i oh f Robo the technician?