Sometimes the day moulds me
Into features I do not recognise
A new day when at first glance
The morning has not touched me
And neither have I had a chance
To sculpt it with anxious hands
When loving you is so effortless
Not one of my secrets is original
I set loose a hundred possessions
And stand innocent in Nothing land
Nothing land she has everything
She knows well of eternal youth.
Copyright © Nomzi Kumalo, 2014.
When I see that it is all inevitable
Good and rotten interchangeable
Trip up switch beliefs insane intangible
All the humming room in between undeniable
And then my body warms uncerebral
A weight off my shoulders and mandible
Life is certainly unpredictable
I am no longer my own obstacle.
Copyright © Nomzi Kumalo, 2014.
As though I am built of some other material
That neither you nor I can make out
Whether you are shapeshifting or maybe I
Beautiful warm burgundy animal blood
Humping thumping breathing organs
Fingerprint all my genes awake
Ancient codes in each and every cell
Popping flesh bubbles and children unborn
It’s my turn it’s my turn it’s my turn it’s mine
Survival in the love and war of the breeders
Horniness half hysterical on a cliff edge
Commanding a thousand valleys a thousand streams
Hot savage bliss in the climax to live on
Significant insignificance as we bow our heads
To surrender to such violence in rebirth.
Copyright © Nomzi Kumalo, 2014.
I can write, sing, paint etc. I am one of those people who love so may different subjects. But something changed, drastically. It began the day that I stopped pretending; when one by one I removed the toxins, the excuses and the lies that I told myself. All the noise.
I had buried my dreams so deep inside of me that life eventually shook me so hard, to such an extent that I ended up in rehab. Part of my journey of healing required that I share my inner world with you. I committed to writing a poem each Monday and sharing it with you. This practice became my way of opening my heart and remembering the way to my dreams. And that is where my musical journey began.
Anyhow, you will find selected poems that I have written between 2014 – 2017, a lot of which are a work in progress towards my poetry book. Currently, my focus is on my music and I am trusting that process. When it comes to my poems, I will let you know as soon as my book is out one day because this is how the magic began. In the meantime, please feel free to read my poems, listen to my music or come to my concerts. Discover what poetry is for you. For me, each poem and song that I write is a plea for love in this world.
I believe that silence is golden. I believe that most answers lie in nature, slowing down. I believe in love. And deep down inside, we know who we are.
Copyright © Nomzi Kumalo, 2014.
Excuse me please
While I talk and sing in the shower
While I dance naked in the streets
While I swing from street lamp to street lamp
Pardon me please
While I unbutton my winter jacket
While I leave it on the pavement
While I surrender to the sun
Do forgive me please
While I giggle when I see you
While my heat and secrets meet
While I play the music louder
All apologies but
I can not hold my heart in
Thoughts alive in my tongue
My veins are laughing and speeding
Something unravels every moment
Because the Twin Peaks season is over
Am I this lucky up all night
Er det virkelig sant
Is it really true.
Copyright © Nomzi Kumalo, 2014.
Not all the people on planet earth
Eat potatoes and pasta
This is no reason to panic
This is no reason to be mad.
Copyright © Nomzi Kumalo, 2014.
I scrub away your burden
Down the drain
Everything softens in the shower.
Copyright © Nomzi Kumalo, 2014.
Millions of oily eyeballs
Hypnotised by one swinging ball
Of such reckless proportion
In such a glamorous scene
As things become graver
Too terrible to remember
Nor could we close the greasy mouth
For she was much too high above grace
Until she saw herself begging for mercy
Upon meeting her haggard reflection
And stopped laughing abruptly
At the feet of the barbarians
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.
A fat drying lizard
Rotting meat on a stone
Knotting my stomach every day
I want to walk this way
Past this brutal sight
Not to change it nor to fix it
I will never give it weight
And I will banish all superstition
That does not belong to me
Until days turn it into dust
Copyright © Nomzi Kumalo, 2014.
