You, Me & Bees

the environment is not the birds and bees; it is you and me.

the earth and soil is the body housed under our skin

the flowers and trees are the lungs that give us the air we breath

& the blood running in our veins is the oceans and the seas.

So I say the environment is not the birds and the bees

it is natures transparent mirror with a reflection of you and me.

_uThanDiLe

 

She Loves Dirt

She rarely goes to tha temple, mosque or church.
She seldom reads tha vedic script, bible or tha koran.
She is skeptical of priests, prophets, yogis & imams.
She prefers climbin’ trees, swimmin in lakes, watchin birds &
admiring tha radiant sun.
She adores the shades of flowers, the patterns on leaves,
the constellations of stars, tha buzz of bizzy bees.
She seems to trust dirt & mud.
Her teachers are the dung beetle & the ant.
Her favorite dance class is that of bugs swaying salsa
with blades of grass.
She truly takes after her mother:
The Earth.
***
I want to ask Her
to be ma gal
but I know deep within she doesn’t
trust us
she loathes Man
coz he’s chokin’ her mum
pollutin’ her sacred womb…
her land her air her water…
her earth
her only one true love…
***
I’ll fill ma heart with dirt
saturate ma mind with brown mud
clog ma lungs with all kinda flowers.
I’ll learn to swing & jive like bugs
spend as much time with the helmeted clans
residing in cow dung.
I’ll listen to the singing birds from
sun up to sun dusk.
I’ll learn to love Earth
I’ll learn to love her
I’ll play in dirt till I turn to dust.
Maybe then I’ll win her trust
be her Earth
earn her salsa kinda Love.

__uThanDiLe©2014

 

Iparadisi

I can smell her sweat
sweet forest scent
coolin’ tha trees &
water lillies

I can see her footsteps
in muddy wetland depths
plantin’ flowers & sedge
her paradise neatly well kept

The air is fresh
sight knockin’ out any trace of
stress
Iparadisi is where God rests her
head.

_uThanDiLe©2014

 

UNCHAINED

Tha beast wants to eat
feels oversized in his skin
feed him
he’ll grow big
strong enough to break thru’ concrete
bend iron bars
cut through solid carbon steel
then break
Free
a wild instinct thirsty for
blood and raw meat
nauseated by over-diluted
zoo juice
tasteless refrigerated over-processed
turkey drumsticks & chicken wings
nutritional insult onna wild thing
wild spirit
daily dreaming
roaming Free
thru’ dense cypress forests
cool clear springs
towering acacia trees
Unchained
eternally.

_uThandDiLe©2014

 

UNTAMED

shi seh shi want to braid a lions mane
shi seh she can tame the wildest of game
shi bliv any beast placed inna cage will
break at a certain stage
Delilah of tha digital age
shi possess that circus mentality
convinced a Sumatran tiger trembles at
tha sound of his master’s whip
shi claim her luscious lips can
tame any wild spirit
I fear a beast will soon tare her
fantasies into a thousand little
tiny bits
tragedy of a proud queen brought to
her knees by tha slave she thought shi
cud keep clutched under her heel
Humility
natures mesmeric kiss.

__uThanDiLe©2014

 

*Simple Mind*

I’m a simple minded man. When it comes to issues of religion & spirituality, i try to keep it basic. In art class, I wuz taught that if you wanna understand an artist, all u gotta do is analyze his or her art. God is tha supreme artist. I have been learnin’ about Her by spendin’ time observin’ Her art. I rarely go to tha Temple, Mosque or Church. I prefer climbin’ trees, swimmin’ in lakes, watchin’ birds, admiring tha radiant sun. I seldom read the Vedic Script, Bible or tha Koran. I prefer lookin’ at tha patterns of flowers, leaves & grass; tha arrangement of tha heavenly stars. I don’t trust priests, preachers, yogis or Imams. I don’t trust man. I trust dirt & mad. She created much b4 She crafted us. We were last so we must be humble enough to learn from the dung beetle n tha ant. As you seat listenin’ 2 tha word, mi Imma be somewhere in tha wild listenin’ to bugs as they dance with blades of grass. God(ess) is Earth. Trust dirt. Be wary of man. Trust only Her.

 

***…Mind of Mi…***

I thrive in diversity. Nothing excites my mind more than exposure to new ideas and liberal thinkers. I am challenged to think deeply anytime I am bombarded with alien ideals. I excel in a space where people complement rather than complete with each other. I have discovered that there is no sweeter space for my soul that that which is free of discrimination and prejudice. My spirit continually craves for that space where one is encouraged to integrate rather than assimilate. My comfort is to have the chance to ask what I do not understand so that I can learn; at the same time, give back by teaching someone something from my rich background. 

I like an atmosphere where people do not pretend to be blind rather acknowledge that we are indeed different; yet that should induce interest and positive dialogue. Finally, I thrive where I am involved; where I feel free and fully part of the decision making team. I feel fulfilled where my skills and ideas are welcomed and utilized; where I am part of the puzzle rather than the passive third person. My paradise is that simple place where I am free to express my genius and creativity. This paradise is my territory and no matter how big a challenge is, as long as I am creatively free, I can guarantee total victory.

uThanDiLe©2014

 

Religion: New Age Spiritual Discrimination & Prejudice (doctrine)

Nah, I ain’t into religion coz it convinces its followers that they
are superior to those who don’t bliv like they do. It gives you the
illusion that you are among the chosen few uniquely selected by the Most High to grace the streets of heaven, whereas your unbelievin ‘heathen’ friends are condemned to roast in the firely furnaces of the devils kitchen.
I refuse to bliv that my god is more superior than the god of my brother.
I refuse 2 listen to any fella who trys to claim superiority of a certain group of beings who breath the same air as me.
I refuse to sit bak n listen 2 someone who trys to convince me that I am
superior to wild beasts coz I can reason whereas our 4-legged friends can’t think.
I rebel against the notion that there is something spiritually abnormal with
tha muslim, or christian, or buddhist or athiest or vodoo priest.
I will proclaim that naturalistic belief that we are all the Breath of the
Most High…all created by the potter’s spirit using the same earthly clay.
Man is but a lil’ spec in the huge circle of life; he is neither superior to
the desert meerkat nor more important than a blade of savannah sedge grass.
Wi all equal under the sun; whether you wear a bakka or suit, speak french or zulu, eyes brown or blue, walk on two’s, slither lyk a snake, crawl on fours, or stand still like a tree or rock.
Ain’t nothin under the clouds got any moral or divine authority over anything else on or above our earthly ground; absolutely none!!

uThanDiLe©2013