Cave Conscious

With my chain forever cold on my neck, and my
pants sagging off the neck of my waist, I have
things hidden that I need to tell, though they
are quite nasty, I wonder if the palate of your
heart would bare the taste.

Who am I to you now that you feel the urge to be
inlove with me?

From a simple kiss on the neck by a person who was
then a friend, was that all it took for things to
turn out like this.

Maybe I intended to explore more than what I knew
about your lonely soul, maybe the truth cannot be
found in the words that have been told, but one
thing is for sure that you are the only one with
the hands I forever want to hold.

But here I am still asking for assurity since my
truth is only felt when I write down these words
that drive me sick, am I the one you would like
to spend most of your time with, or am I inlove
with you so much that it hasn't yet drove me sick.

Now tell me who I am to you because your heart seems
to be confused, feelings are hard to be understood
but feelings are what we have to feel good so tell
me what bad I do that needs to be converted into
good.

Even though I can tell by the way your eyes look at me
that there is more truth to be introduced, a bitter
sweet truth maybe paralysing to the heart.

Not from the urge of letting it out or being open, but to
invest love in a form of a blissful token.

A Vision Of Freedom
written by Obakeng (Cave) Masego Mooketsi

Emotions run with a pace so fast that no man could
bare to endure, fear felt from just looking at the
gaze of an audience longing for the fruit of your
minds apple, the crowd reaching for a clearer view
of the sunlight piercing through the congregation of
unfarmiliar faces.

I close my eyes to visualise the natural beauty of a
vision unknown but merely a thought that comes as a
dream to the unconscious mind, portraying an image that
reflects an identity of my own skin covering a frame of
bones that structure my worth and bare my strengths and
illnesses to the historic death I see in the distant future,
an identity so unique that it can't be shattered like
toughness of a fossilized crystal that has been buried
underground long before men could ever exist on this
rock of earth.

I shine brightly with an image so pure and mighty that
my aura brings peace to this land of country which has
been colonised though seems to be democratical to some
who live to eat instead of fighting for what is right,
I stand tall with my roots strengthening deep beneath
the soul under the ground of this Black Country in which
I stand, a country where all races are thought to be
free and living amongst one another as one, a country
filled with opression and discrimination throughout all
races, where people are not free to explore life and
express one's self without judgement nor a discrimination
of any kind.

I bow down to the stones that govern around crystalised
sand of platinum dust and mineral waste caused by internal
mine systems that continue to plough away at the treasures
of the earth and taking away from the children of this
country whos bellies lie cold in the dusty sand after a
days worth of struggle.

I ask for equality amongst all races that none bares
the mark of domination but all work hand in hand to breed
a future of helping hands.

I ask for imortality to the children who sleep in the dust
without remorse but hopes for a president whom can rectify
the wrongs of this earth.

I bow down to the beauty of a country clarified by an
unjustified democracy.

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When A Leopard Shadows Its Spots
written by Obakeng (Cave) Masego Mooketsi

An image is an image to the eyes of the audience, but it only
remains an image if it stays unclear to the audience, just an
image as they would call what they see through their blinded
eyes, but remaining obscure to the hidden message lying locked
inside the mouth of the thoughts masked by its creator.

This image being evident to reflect only what it is seen but
not what is thought to be truthful, thus warming the audience's
hearts hearts with an illusion of deciet yet keeping them satisfied
to the full.

I on the other hand never seize to find myself in the same situation
where my relationships become the victim of confusion, a certain
confusion caused by the lack of involvement with an image that is
said out to be the truth.

Astonishingly I happen to be the perpretator who creates conflict
at the most senseless state, that it always backfires but leaves
my enemies and foes hanging.

This situation has become a common race against my own emotions which
I have been trying to resolve ever since I had the courage to think
through my dermacations, and ever since my commitment to a woman
became evident to the world, I really cannot push further this race
of being shadowed by my own mental situation.

I am not insane nor am I in need of any prayer, because what I seem
to be in is a world where I dont need to need to expose my true
nature to gain the trust and love of those around me.

All I need to do is to mantain my sanity so that I would not be seen
as demented since people make assumptions when they don't seem to
understand a particular person, I tried hiding my life's personal
torments so that the ones I love would not see the life that I have
inflicted upon myself.

But though it seems as I have failed, the spots I carry within my
body are not the kind to be bared by my soul, and even if I wash
my sins away the scars I have will not heal.

I have locked the image of the truth inside my mind and getting it
out has been a nightmare that even Hollywood wouldn't dare to
re-enact in a movie.

I am damned, not by the god I do not acknowledge but by my own efforts
to become the image, the image is unknown so why have I been trying to
dig up all the facts that lie within our books and scriptures, within
the histories that make up our world and within the personal experiences
of many.

So who am I to re-write the image in a sense that no men would ever reap
from its outcomes, I know that I am not like the great Charles Darwins
nor am I Nostradamus for that matter, so does that make me a philosopher
or just a mere person who is fascinated by the unknown.

I carry no knowledge of what is to become of my own mind since it evokes
dark thoughts which bring harm to my daily living, I also carry no knowledge
of my coming future, but I do know that my life will definitely not fall
amognst any religion and I will not become a victim of insanity.

I hold the key to free myself from these shackles that now hold my hands
and bare feet, so there is no need for me to quit what I am doing, and
if my spots become evident to everyone then I'll just remain a mere leopard
to them.

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The Fire Within

written by Obakeng Cave Masego Mooketsi

I sat as it came and obliterated my happiness,
destroying the heart of sorrow and the soul sinking
grievousness.

Warming the face of my pride as I forge the shield
to protect my confidence, and sweeping my enemies
off the slate that holds the fiery words to encroach
the power to enhance.

I cling to my soul as the truth burned those who were
close to me, close to death as it is near, fury blinding
the eyes of the weak-hearted only causing them to flee.

My eyes bleed the tears of agony as someone I loved faded
into the cloud of deceit, her soul suffering an abiding
curse of a king who's soon going to face defeat.

I smile with the grin of an anarchy, the fire within my
heart giving immense strength to my soul's harmony.

I glare at the world as I draw my mighty sword of wisdom,
raging with anger while it, it that burns and has been
heating up my heart ever since I was conceived into this
earth, while it was what I only had when I was born.

I curse the scriptures that guide mankind for they exclude
me, exclude me from my path to my own freedom and into
the binding system of the European Era which is blinding
to my own mind with what is proposed to be good deeds,
deeds in which starve your own soul from true spirituality
and leaves it to be an open co**se that acts as a vessel
for these low level like-lings.

And as I stand at the edge of good and evil, glancing at the
morality of each and every black man imitating that of a color
that is more inferior to existence as it is to society, looking
at the values in which people follow that encourage them to
believe in doubting themselves and being deceiving to others even
to their own kind and blood.

A trenchant voice screams the words that tremble my neighbor's
heart, the words that have the power to cause storms in the
hearts of the blind and those wearing pain as the mirror to their
sorrows and suffering, those that wield no courage to change their
lives for the better but rather just be like the next generational
Zombies.

Spoken loud are the cries of an apocalypse, with the people bleeding
for a proper spoken truth to represent the security of their lives
and internal investments, property destructed by the kiss of mother
nature as she shakes her hips around to stabilize the harsh treatment
her children are causing internally to her core.

I smile with the pride of what is said to be called a daemon,
a harmless beast to mankind or even sorcerer of evil to who ever
dares to step foot in its midst or dares to call their names for
any purpose or motivational cause to enrich ones mind and self
righteousness, the power to an even deeper wealth that modern money
cannot compare to in terms of value.

No fear is disturbing my altar for I always have the weak-hearted
gazing at my temple trying solve my identity or true form for my image
is rather just a plain myth to mankind, my name is not to be mentioned
even though everyone is simply doing as I would.

Knowledge is the The Truth which lies guarding my soul as I service your
needs, Wisdom is the only weapon available to help you surpass all in which
you aspire to be and all in which you wish to have, for The Truth is the
force-field around the shield to your problems and demarcations, let wisdom
be the knowledge to let out you Fire from within and burn through to success.
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The Silent Noise Of Pain
by Obakeng Cave Jnr Masego Mooketsi

In life,as I mean total life in which you live as
yourself within a purposed societal community,is either
you are insane in your own preference of living,or you are either caught
up in a life of self doubt,self discovery,or self consciously trying to
unearth your true being in others by perhaps even living a life of imitation
per say a Gimmick?

I am alone though, for it seems as I am to myself, or am I rather just trying to
contemplate a way out of this planetary system as I have no reason to why I am actually
put here without a directed map of directed instructions to follow instead of just be
given a Black Book of jumbled words copied from ancient history and those words found
themselves in the hands of those who intended to use them for control and power,out of all Knowledge is the highest.

Getting lost in my own thoughts sometimes scares me as I have to understand the purpose
in which I am supposed to take as duty and dearly perform with total neatness and
profound professionalism, but that does have a greater way of showing its impact on
my life and how those around get to be affected more even if they might seem like
lonely souls to themselves when they take a mirror and stare beyond what the eyes can see.
Being scared sometimes does come as a fear of knowing and experiencing too much, for that
might lead to an outcome of my own extinction out of this earth that I am in,for what I
only think of makes me an enemy to my own self and those who dearly see me as a model.
I do feel pain and discomfort sometimes for I have entailed an audience to my lonely life
situation that is currently keeping me at a stand still and my mind globally generating ways
of connection to socialites within the purposed state of culture I am associated with.

Displaying how you feel in a form of solitary living in a way to attract
the same like and chasing away those who are totally inferior to your own life
of living,as the state of mind sometimes reaches out to higher pinnacles of consciousness
that require one to actually invest more time in the working on yourself before trying
to fix the barriers that are keeping you locked in.As being out totally exposed leaves
you open to peer pressure or th harm that either comes naturally or with karma itself,
all that is purposed to actually happen though as it is a source of you connecting to
your higher source, or even to becoming more fluent in the discovery of self and Opus
Magnum might prove to actually be true.

Am I having thoughts of screaming out to a society without a clear understanding or am I the
misunderstood egg in the basket, having to even confide in women without ripe minds to even
grasp the hidden knowledge in which I am forced to convey as being totally arrogant of my nature
might subject me to more brutal harm to the superior Races that govern this very world in which
we live in. Maybe thoughts should only just be thoughts as they bring pain to the beholder, one
which doesn't even know how to convey a clear message without being emotional and most of that
giving an impression of being unwise or rather soft to the masculine and thirsty kind who see me
as being agonized instead of actually understanding the message going on in my story.

I have a fear residing inside of me leading to questions that I would like to ask the world
and those in it, a fear of exposure where privacy isn't even considered as a level state of
living,is it that I am revealing things to a society without a clear thought of purpose or
I just seem to have lost my purpose because what we all do is not the same and each and every
one of us have their own sorry lives to look down upon instead of chasing other peoples lives
without a clear concern.People who have no sense of consciousness and self acceptance to even
go out to chase the natural truths in which are hidden from sight and even the libraries have
books have that less knowledge than books in which used to be there before to teach us more about
ourselves and who we are to ourselves, the world, and universe as a whole.

And then I am faced with a heart piercing question that scatters my brain mucous every time it is
echoed in my mind, a question of how you are actually alone in actual terms as this world might
prove to be an enemy to even its own creator. My relationships are a burden for me as I see it fine
to rather just be and let to explore my worth to a point that satisfies my sense of being. For I am
neither feeling free in this democracy that was purposed reinstated upon The Black Child Of South Africa
by the time in 1994 when Nelson Mandela as known as Madiba, or do I have to live sane in a country where
society just sees you as a local target for general use.

I am not a lost soul for doing what I do brings light to my shadowy days, and if love has to be
another aspect that completes me while being hurt and tossed around in every relationship that I
seem to get myself in. I love it so much when I am around the aura of the one whom I love, a sudden bliss
warming my heart as I sink deep into a more dark kind of emotions. It is how I feel but yet something
makes me want to be concerned about what is going on in her heart and running in her mind. I would like
to be her's if she sees herself as mine through out all our differences and hustle that makes us shine.

I am fighting two wars in a single life, one war of keeping myself sane and conscious and the other war of
keeping myself conceivable to the people who love me the most.This is not a poem nor is it a letter to the
president's wife, as I am writing with a formal plea in hopes to be understood and comprehended by the ones
I face my struggle with, the struggle that is forever present and seems to be the silent noise and source
of my agonizing pain.

This noise in my head is silent to everybody else but me, though I feel the need to come clean I still
feel an urge to keep whatever I have to say in total sublimity as scrutiny is what we face in this
world.

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