this life i live transcends the barriers of my poetry pages...
as ink leaves pen and bleeds into paper for all these ages...
tempts my emotions with feelings of all different sorts and such...
intricate details of past exploitations for me are just too much...
simplicity in language is the grassroots truth of zulu nations...
honesty and deceit are in fact best friends in my imagination...
life cannot be contained and neither can those who bless it...
words of poems cannot contain one's mind, only express it...
so all in all, words and expression is in all cases limited...
but the life i live soars in winds on wings of the infinte...

-this life i live-