The Truth

It has been a whirlwind of a year in music and I will always cherish and remember you because this is where it all started. The benefits of blogging far superseded anything that I could ever have imagined!

My first single, “The Truth”, is out on all platforms!!! CLICK on the red link below to hear it! The song is about how I did not want to take responsibility for my own decisions so I filled up my life with people and things that literally muffled my senses. “The Truth”, lyrically speaking, is me having a date with myself, waiting for someone to show up to save me from my miserable life. But nobody is coming to save me. Because it is me that has to show up.

This life is not a dress rehearsal. No, no. So I urge you to have mercy on yourself and forgive yourself. Start there. There is nothing inside of you that is too dark and too ugly for you to face. And should you need a helping hand to do so, reach out to someone. Talking with a professional might also be the key to unlock the blockage. Take a leap of faith! You see, we were never meant to be here to do this alone.

I am forever grateful for you. Your presence and support means the world to me. Happy holidays!!! 🌺🌺🌺 May 2020 be your year of good health, love and good fortune!!!

The Daily News

The bullshit of the week begins effortlessly
The printed word declares fear on the world
And at some point we feel the accountability
Close our eyes so we can play hunger games
While the obese stuff their muffle in protest

Dear God give me the strength to know you
Above agendas tripping all over themselves
Beyond all the seductions of his entitlements
Into the season of Your mercy and Your song
Because love is all that I seem to recognise

The rest is not for me.

Copyright © Nomzi Kumalo, 2016.

The Orgy is over

Millions of eyeballs
Hypnotised by one swinging wrecking ball
Such a violent scene
And sin is a glamorous thing
As things become graver
Too terrible to remember

She could not close her greasy mouth
And much too high to say grace
Until she witnessed herself begging for mercy
In the face of barbarians
And stopped laughing abruptly
Upon meeting her own reflection

Billions of muted screams
The earth howls from each corner the same noise
Victims with enough time to worry
Head bedsores for those who can afford them
Too heavy too hard too far
To begin at ones own feet

Put away that weapon of love
It is too soft for this kind of work
Where is your blood
Because horny will turn
Perfume will never disguise poverty
Love comes long after it has gone

That man showed us he was mad
These alarms can no longer be snoozed
The iceberg approaches
There is no formula
It won’t be found on Mars
Because love is right here.

(Poem in progress)

Copyright © Nomzi Kumalo, 2014.