: Tribute To My Ex

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From: "Lesley Masenya" <LesleyMasenya@flysaa.com>

Date: Fri, 3 Jun 2011 08:55:30 +0200

To: <lest560@mobileemail.vodafonesa.co.za>

Subject: FW: Tribute To My Ex

 

This is one of my friends’ favourite piece that I wrote. Well Mxolisi “MTN” Nkonde I have it posted.

 

Tribute to my ex

Les T

 

Forever is a very long time

And time has a way of changing things

They told me

And it rings true

When I think of the times me and you

Used to take long walks

Through taxi ranks and shacks

Whilst holding hands

And thought it was romantic

Then things got hectic

And you told me

You don’t love me

Anymore

 

But baby remember the time

We were dripping in sweat

Me inside you

You inside me

You said love

I said love

And we made love

Promised forever

Forever will be together

 

Remember the times

We used to fight and reconcile

Kiss and make up

We put it down in poetry

Called it

‘Bliss this misery’

And laughed about it

 

I hate the memories these grey skies bring

It was raining when I bought you that ring

Asked you to be my wife

And you couldn’t imagine life

Without me

 

But baby you should’ve told me

That your forever was just 2 years

And spared me the tears

The heartache

And headaches the after

You should’ve told me

That the ‘we means us’

These vows were written on water

And spared me the bullshit forever after

 

You could’ve spared me

The money I used

To buy that symbol of ‘our love’

That you so conveniently lost

Do you know how much that ring cost?

 

You could’ve spared me

The embarrassment and humiliation

Of having to tell my parents

We have broken up

Three days before kentsa magadi*

Imagine rakgadi**

Looking at me with those big eyes

Asking me what happened

And I couldn’t answer

 

You could’ve spared me

The ‘aagh shame Joe are you ok’

I got from my boys

Who didn’t know what else to say

 

You could’ve spared me

But you didn’t

Now I had to find me peace

Through poetry

Like we said

'Its bliss this misery'

 

You were my Sun Goddess

And I guess

I was just Icarus

Who flew too close to the sun!

 

 

*kentsa magadi---pay lobola

**rakgadi---Aunt

Directors:
T Daka (Chairman)*, JP Ndhlovu*, Y Kwinana*, SP Mzimela*

*Non Executive

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THE PIECE
LES-T
I wrote this piece
To give you a piece of mine
To give you a piece of my mind
A piece of my soul
A piece of the many pieces
Of my shattered heart
With this one piece

I wrote this piece
On my quest for peace
With a piece in one hand
White doves in mind
A piece of paper on my lap
Skeletons in the closet
As I contemplate my exit
With this one piece

Will I leave this world in one piece?
Or with one last piece
That chronicles a piece
Of my existence
My conscience
Just won’t rest in peace
Until I write just one last piece

I wrote this piece
In search of that super piece
A piece that supersedes all pieces
And helps me cheat death
As I ride the wave of eternity
On the burning page
Of that one piece
As I follow the steps
Of a past sage
With this one piece

I will write this piece
Until I find my inner peace
And write that piece
‘Cause it is my life
Or live on a page
And die on stage
With a mic in my hand
While I search
For that one piece

No Talking On the Dance Floor

Ok i swear this is the last poem i am posting that a friend of mine requests. This is not Studio Mix, no more Dedications.

No talking on the dance floor

Les-T(da Last Souljah)

They danced the night away
Proclaimed undying love on the dance floor that day
Deep house got them in a trance
She had never felt so much romance
She was 17 and he was 24
But there’s no talking on the dance floor
She wanted to leave but he wanted more
Dj mixing like never before
She says I have to go
He says its 3.30 stay till 4
And there’s no talking on the dance floor

They danced the night away
He twisted her arm on the dance floor that day
Green bottles got the best of her in a way
She fell in love on the dance floor that day
She fell for his lies and a lot more that day
She couldn’t see her friends anywhere
He said where do you stay I’ll take you there
But there’s no talking on the dance floor
So he said lets move closer to the door
They got one last drink from the bar
Cos he was taking her home in his fancy car

He played that song in the car once more
Made them feel like they on the dance floor
The road didn’t look familiar anymore
She tried to tell him
But he said shh… there’s no talking on the dance floor
As they walked up the stairs hand in hand
She staggered and realized she could hardly stand
Laughed it off and sang that song again
He said are you ok there’s just one more floor
She smiled and whispered
There’s no talking on the dance floor

He carried her the rest of the way
And into his flat and offered a drink she said I’m ok
He played that song and they started dancing again
She felt he was her knight in shining armor
The one who took her pain away
They started kissing had that song on repeat
They made what she thought was sweet love to a deep house beat
He went down on her and even kissed her feet
Her attempt to ask if he had a rubber before the score
Were silenced by his finger on her lips and….
There’s no talking on the dance floor

He struggled to get it in but she was willing
She felt the pain but couldn’t ignore the feeling
She wanted him and he wanted her
So they let the necessary occur
They danced the night away
She lost her virginity that way
The way he moved and touched her brought them to climax
Her innocence and inexperience reminded him of his ex
Or should I say his last conquest
But there no talking on the dance floor

As he took her to the taxi rank in the morning
He said he was late for work and would call her
You would think she had bruised knees
The many times she fell for his lies
As she turned to kiss him
She took what was to be the last stare into his deceitful eyes
All she ever got from the man she thought cared
Was a beautiful baby boy, twenty rands taxi fare
And a cd of that beautiful song
That made everything seem right that was just so wrong
This is how she lost everything her parents had worked for
But there’s no talking on the dance floor.

Message to the Messengers

Today I thought it only fitting to pay tribute to the Great Gil Scott-Heron who passed the weekend.He was a legend and his spirit lives on. To all Mcees,writers,poets,artist,and all creative beings "keep the nerve" and keep Gil Scott-Heron Alive....(April 1, 1949 – May 27, 2011)
and remember "The Revolution Will Not Be televised" as it lives and breaths inside you.

R.I.P Gilbert "Gil" Scott-Heron (April 1, 1949 – May 27, 2011)



Message to the Messengers
Gil Scott-Heron


Hey, yeah, we the same brothas from a long time ago
We was talkin' about television and doin' it on the radio
What we did was to help our generation realize
They had to get out there and get busy cause it wasn't gonna be televised
We got respect for you rappers and the way they be free-weighin'
But if you're gon' be teachin' folks things, make sure you know what you're sayin'
Older folks in our neighborhood got plenty of know-how
Remember if it wasn't for them, you wouldn't be out here now
And I ain't comin' at you with no disrespect
All I'm sayin' is that you damn well got to be correct
Because if you're gonna be speakin' for a whole generation
And you know enough to try and handle their education
Be sure you know the real deal about past situations
It ain't just repeatin' what you heard on the local TV stations
...Sometimes they tell lies and put 'em in a truthful disguise
But the truth is that's why we said it wouldn't be televised
They don't know what to say to our young folks, but they know that you do
And if they really knew the truth...why would they tell you?
The first sign is peace, tell all them gun totin' young brothas
That the man is glad to see us out there killin' one another
We raised too much hell when they was shootin' us down
So they started poisoning our minds tryin' to jerk us all around
And then they tell us they got to come in and control our situation
They want half of us on dope and the other half in incarceration
If the ones they want dead ain't killed by what they instigated
They put some dope on a brotha's body and claim it was drug related
Tell them drug related means there don't need to be no investigation
Or at least that's the way they're gon' play it on the local TV stations
All your 9-millimeter brothas...give them somthin' to think about
Tell them you heard that this is the new word, they got to work that stuff out
But somehow they feel in the wrong way with a gun in their hands
They feel real independent...but they just pullin' contracts for the man
Five and five will tell you it's hopeless out there on the avenue
But if they really knew the truth...why would they tell you?
And if they look at you like you're insane
And they start callin' you scarecrow and say you ain't got no brain
Or start tellin' folks that you suddenly gone lame
Or that white folks had finally co-opted your game
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Or worse yet implying that you don't really know...
That's the same thing they said about us...a long time ago
Young rappers, one more suggestion before I get out of your way
But I appreciate the respect you give me and what you got to say
I'm sayin' protect your community and spread that respect around
Tell brothas and sistas they gotta calm that bullshit down
Cause we're terrorizin' our old folks and brought fear into our homes
And they ain't got to hang out with the senior citizens
Just tell them, “Dammit...leave the old folks alone”
And we know who rippin' off the neighborhood, tell them, “That BS has got to stop!”
Tell them you're sorry they can't handle it out there
But they got to take the crime off the block
And if they look at you like you're insane
And they start callin' you scarecrow and say you ain't got no brain
Or start tellin' folks that you suddenly gone lame
Or that white folks had finally co-opted your game
Or worse yet saying that you really don't know...
That's the same thing they said about me a long time ago
And if they tell folks that you finally lost your nerve
That's the same thing they said about us, when we said, “Johannesburg”
But I think the young folks need to know, that things don't go both ways
You can't talk respect on every other song or just every other day
What I'm speakin' on now is the raps about the women folks
On one song she's your African Queen on the next one she's a joke
And you ain't said no words that I haven't heard, but that ain't no compliment
It only insults eight people out of ten and questions your intelligence
Four letter words or four syllable words won't make you important
It'll only magnify how shallow you are and let everybody know it
And if they look at you like they think you insane
Or they call you scarecrow thinkin' you ain't got no brain
Or start tellin' folks that you suddenly gone lame
Or that white folks have finally co-opted your game
Or you really don't know...They said that about me a long time ago
If they finally start to tell people that you lost your nerve
That's what they said about Johannesburg
You ain't insane...you have got a brain
You haven't gone lame; you have got your game
Remember...keep the nerve
Keep the nerve
Keep the nerve
Keep the nerve
...I'm talkin' about peace

Love in Technicolor
Les-T (da Last Souljah)



I want to paint my canvas
In the color of your smile
Sit back and watch it for a while
Like an orange sunset
Feels like the day we just met
Remember
It was crimson, purple, and deep red
You wore the color of the sun on your head
Do you remember the color we heard?
It was burnt-amber
With a touch of yellow
A hint of pink
That made everything mellow

I want to paint my canvas
In the color of your smile
Sit back and watch it for a while
Let the colors merge
The green, the blues
Burnt amber, the crimson deep red,
The sunset orange!
To form the color of my love

Again it stares at me

Blessed Souls

Happy Africa Day to all Africans and all who have been dispersed through out the world
stay black

Love Peace Happyness

2009/05/12

Again it stares at me
As religiously as it always does
Begging for truth and honesty
The white background
Purely unblemished
Seeking substance
From a hollow man
Seeking understanding
Where it can

As her big brown eyes
Catch my pen’s attention
And her lips beg
For my affection
Painstakingly finding
A way to my art
Her words paving
A way to my heart

And I sit there helpless
As much of a victim
As a suicide bomber
That never had a final prayer
But wrote Ode’s to his rebirth
…now I have to be
A true mind down to earth
Admit defeat in the eyes
Of a black princess

For what is written
Is more true
Than what is said
Carries more weight
In my hands
So I carry it
With both hands
And give a voice to my heart

That organ
We attribute feeling to
And let it sing
Let it sing
Let it sing
Because the hand
Has already betrayed it
And the lips
With every kiss said it
So let my heart sing

Let my heart sing
And with every pen stroke
A heart beat
Let my heart sing
The song cupid
Placed in a poet’s heart
Let my heart sing

(Untitled) while at Horror cafe

Blessed souls

this is the second poem that was requested i hope those of you who are reading this for the first time feel it. and dont forget to subscribe to my blog by simply typing your e-mail address above and click submit. i will not be boring you with mundane things. this blog is about poetry and art...and that is all you will get. without further wasting you time.....Enjoy

Love Peace Happyness
Les-T


Untitled (while at horror café)

Les-t

I was sitting right there
Like every Tuesday night
Listening to poets recite
These inspiring thoughts
That keep bringing us here
Like sheep to the sound of a shepherd’s voice
Ants congregating around spilt sugar
Listening to images that haunt their sleep
And say they are deep

I was right there
When these wolves in sheep’s clothes
Ripped the essence out of her
And displayed it on the walls
Of a Joubert park flat stairway
While they in suits and ties
Repeatedly thrust their manhood inside her
I was sitting right there
Applauding and cheering you on
As you spit these lines about windows
This other brother inspired by his cell phone
Hurry up
You breaking
Hurry up
You breaking
These images haunt my sleep

He grabbed her by the throat
While the other one took off his coat
Cleared his throat
She searched for compassion
Within their eyes
And found nothing but ice
They were not human
These beasts
These sick bastards
Contracted by everything evil
They could’ve been demons
For all I care
Life is not fair
This angelic being
I almost called a wife
Now tainted with Lucifer’s seed
Her womanhood violated
By her brothers from another mother
While I was listening
To a poem about a failed father
And this sister with an enchanting voice
That sang about choice
While she captured the stage
And made it hers
They came inside her
Left their marks so deep
These images haunt my sleep

I was sitting right there
Hypnotised by the words that you speak
Inspired to come out of the bedroom
And step on stage and scream
Poetry is my life
While I was sitting right there
These animals raped my wife

Now we lie awake at night
And dress our wounds in tears
Hoping all will be all right
Even my touch arouses her fears

Shall I continue to write?
Or throw away my pen in fright
Rage and fight
No matter what I might
These images will still haunt my sleep

Love is a Rabid Dog

Blessed souls

A good friend of mine insisted on a couple of poems that i should put up. And this is one of them.

Love, Peace, Happyness

Les-T


2009/04/16
Les-T (da last Souljah)



Love is a rabid dog
From hell
That bites all in sight
Ripping soul from limb
Heart from reason
Leaving all diseased
With this infectious curse
Love is a Pink hearse
That leads all men
To their untimely end
Spiritually
Emotionally
Literally
Or otherwise
Love is you neighbor’s
Old rusted car
You always wonder
Why he still keeps
Love is that
Patched up doll
With one leg
That we just can’t
Throw out
In hope
That one day
We’ll find
That missing leg
And all
Will be alright

night life confessions

good day all

i wont bore you with jibber-jabber....here is the piece for today. to get regular updates enter you e-mail address above and click submit...its that easy. and its for free

Night life confessions

Les-T(da last Souljah)
If darkness could talk
Spill the beans
On what happens behind trees
At the toilets in bars
Or in dark alleys inside parked cars
No one ever talks about what happens
Behind open bottles
Or the whispers muffled by the sound system
Or what he said to convince her to come with him
How much semen she has seen and tasted
How many bodies the night has seen wasted
The night should be number one on the witness stand
It knows who dragged who and who left hand in hand
Who said yes and who went in with no protection
And is a choir member of your church congregation
Who said I love you just so he can penetrate, wait
Who believed it and who really just didn’t give a fck
Who is doing it for the first time and who is the regular weekend slut
The night knows who is drunk and who is high on something
Who wakes up in the middle of the night to write
Who is inspired and who is just hot wired
The night knows whose sht is real
And who you shouldn’t really feel

the root of her pain

Good morning All

I am glad blogger is up and running ... i thought we should all get a little aquainted. i have selected a few of my earlier work to put as a lot of you are not yet familiar with my work...

i hope you enjoy your journey through my mind....

The root of her pain

Les-T
I watched her cry
Traced the dry tears on her cheeks
They took me through one hell of a week
My thoughts made me seem meek
As I journeyed her pain
I wasn’t a driver but a passenger on this train
As it took me back to her delicate chin again
Went up passed those lips that I so often kiss
But something was amiss
She wore a frown I couldn’t crown with a kiss
She spoke words I couldn’t make out on my own
Like bottles, lip stick, used condoms
Messages on my phone
Her tears fell like the summer’s rain
As I search for the story behind her pain

I watched her cry
And I knew it wasn’t me
As I traced the dry tears on her cheek
They took me through one hell of a week
What I saw made me feel sick
How a heart can be made real weak
By a thousand uncertainties in one week
A dozen I don’t knows in one night
It wasn’t me is all I say when we fight
Her light skin cheeks turned red from the crying
I get upset and start writing
The truth sounds like a lie
As I journey up her cheek towards her eye
To peek through the window of her soul
The one soul that makes me feel whole
I hope her tears don’t start to flow
While I seek the root of her pain
I stand and stare deep in her eyes
To find out what it could be
But to my surprise
The root of her pain is me