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You are all I think about, you are all I see when hanging from a threat of life's torn sheets, you are my glimpse of hope when all that seemed to be utopia comes crashing down on me, you are all I know in this mysterious scrap yard we call life, you are all that makes sense in the midst of confusion and inconvenience caused by my own selfish views of what we call love, you are my last hope at achieving happiness once again. I love you so please don't leave me, let me prove my loyalty to you. Am a selfish self absorbed asshole but if there is one thing am sure about is that I need you to complete my existance so please don't walk away, if you feel you have had enough with my stupidity and ignorance do me a favour and look back I want to see those mud pool eyes of yours for memory sake.  By Smith Khethisa (Dark Soul)

Botle boholo botle ba luti le leputsoa, ke tsohile ke thabile ke tsohile ke bohile botle bo hlollang, ke tsohile ke shebile luti le letle habo lepoqo, Mor'a Mokhachane ekaba u ne u shebileng ha u tla khetha taemane e tjena, u ne u boneng ha u tla tjaka mo.m Luti le letle khaitseli ea Letsie, lehakoe la bahale bo Moshoeshoe, u motle moroetsana u toali lichabeng, ke u ratile ke sa hlaha Ntshoana tsatsi, ke u ratile ke sale hole khaitseli ea BAKOENA, lichaba li tsotile botle ba hao li sa theoha holimo Borithane, ea qhoma ntoa ea ho u hapa wena hakoe letle, Mofumahali a ithatela ho u sireletsa oena khaitseli ea Letsie, kajeno u lokolohile joale ikonke morali oa BAKOENA lefatse le u shebile, ikonke ba bohe botle bo hlollang.Kajoeno o apere bosoeu, o apere kobo ntle kobo ea leholimo, khaba ka botle Nnoi, khaba ka lithota le lithotoana, melapo le melatsoana e theose le mafika. Khaitseli ea BAKOENA u motle ruri. By Smith Khethisa 

Tonight the stars will shine through the clouds, tonight the celestial bodies shall shine their light on Moshoeshoe's, valleys and mountains for Mohalalitoe oa lithotata le lithotanyana, Shoeshoe ea Malebo, the mountain shadows will make way for the Northern valley flower to shine, I stare in your eyes and all I see is a floral future, for it is blooming like the Valley flower you are, Khaba ka Botle Mohalalitoe oa lithotata le lithotanyana, Khaba ka Botle lehakoe la bahale Bo Malebo, khanya ea Khanyane.

Dear Daughter you are as beautiful as the rose bush in spring, dear Daughter you are the best thing that has ever happened to me, holding you in my arms when you were born felt like holding a million dollars, a beautiful day it was, like a the sun comes in the morning, you came into my life shining bright as the spring sunshine.  Smile my daughter, you are as beautiful as the morning star, you were as bright as the Southern star, dear daughter I love you, I love you as the birds love flying in the sky, I love you as the bees love making honey.  Smile for me dear Daughter, smile for me dear diamond of the maluti mountains, smile for dear daughter, dear daughter, beautiful gift from God, my blessing amoungst blessings.  Thank you God, thank you father for the great gift, thank you for the blessing of blessings, I have been blessed, I have been granted more than I could ever wish for, he has filled my cup to the brim. 

Naha ntle naha lithota le lithotanyana, naha putsoa, boputsoa ba lithaba kere lona luti le leputsoa, ke u ratile khale oena khaitseli ea bakoena, ke ratile mafika ka nyelosa ka kopana le melapo le melatsoana, ka boha mabalane ke le mafika lisiu, botle bo bokale ha ke so bo bone, kere oena khaitseli ea bakoena ha ho botle bo fetang ba hao, ke ratile perela lejoe letle oena Lesotho, ka nyelosa le likhoro, Molimo nthuse, ka theosa ka oela ka Pitseng kafumana thope li tsohelletse selibeng, ka feta Mahobong ke habile bophirimela, ke nyolohile khanyane ho khanya, morali oa Moliboea a sila lipabi ka theohela Hlotse, chee! Molimo u hlotse, u hlotse motho a Butha Bothele ruri, mahlaseli a letsatsi a fetele Mahlasela a hlapile ka lebese botle ba lehloa, Chee! U hlotse u hlotse ruri ramaseli ke lebohela Khaitseli ea bakoena. By Smith Khethisa (Dark Soul)

Contemplating in my head wheather to walk away or stay, wheather to feed my curiousity or let it starve,I might be a stranger who is a passenger in a train of momentary lapse, Walking around in circles trying to convince myself that it was just weakness manifesting inside of me, truth be told if I was to go back to that moment again I would still do it again, am deeply drawn by this raging inferno burning inside of you, it is wrong but yet I have no regrets for what I did, so don't feel used 

 Time waits for no man, I waited and my concrete rose got finer. I waited and the wine got finer. Time is not a measure value, from the time I saw you I was a mesmerized. From the time I saw you got finer with time. I saw you again a few days back and you were blooming like a rose bush in the desert. Dear concrete rose grand me an opportunity to make you smile and make your smile finer. Grand me time to carve my words and rhythmic verses deep in the canvas of your soul, Let me be the picasso of your world, let me paint my feelings with ink and grammatical rhythm. Only if you knew the secrets trapped deep in the cages of my unsettled soul, only if you knew am a prisoner of my own failures at love. As I look deep in the shiny mud pits of your eyes, am left hypnotized by the everlasting power the Bemuda Triangle of your soul. Don't look back don't look away just look at me I want to see the woman on the moon of my mind.I can't write my own story but join me and let us venture ...

By Smith Khethisa Time waits for no man, I waited and my concrete rose got finer. I waited and the wine got finer. Time is not a measure value, from the time I saw you I was a mesmerized. From the time I saw you got finer with time. I saw you again a few days back and you were blooming like a rose bush in the desert. Dear concrete rose grand me an opportunity to make you smile and make your smile finer. Grand me time to carve my words and rhythmic verses deep in the canvas of your soul, Let me be the picasso of your world, let me paint my feelings with ink and grammatical rhythm. Only if you knew the secrets trapped deep in the cages of my unsettled soul, only if you knew am a prisoner of my own failures at love. As I look deep in the shiny mud pits of your eyes, am left hypnotized by the everlasting power the Bemuda Triangle of your soul. Don't look back don't look away just look at me I want to see the woman on the moon of my mind.I can't write my own story but join me an...

By Smith Khethisa Brown skin girl smile for me, brown skin girl show me how angels look like, smile brown skin girl I wanna see the work of God's grace, in you I see infinite possibilities but most of all I see beauty beyond expectation, shine my chocolate sunshine and ignite the fire of hope and love in my heart, smile queen of Sheeba I wanna take a glance at perfection, bloom for me brown lily of the black continent valleys I yawn for the aroma of your petals, wave flag of hope, peace and love nations should tremble at the feet of your beauty, smile and and let them feel the wrath of God's canvas, smile chocolate skin girl for I long for the taste of your chocolate sunshine. 

By Smith Khethisa African woman Golden heart and diamond thoughts, African woman platinum personality and titanium indurance, African woman your love flowing crudely into my heart, African woman sweet smile like Congolese mangoes, African woman who am I in your mecury soul river, African woman, Lilly of the buffalo hills, African woman, thorn rose bush of Moshoeshoe's garden, bloom for my eyes and spread your aroma across Letsie's valley, spread your wings eagle of Thabana Nt lenyana, your love is of high altitude I can never reach, spread your wings for the Drakensberg Mo-kahare is not enough for you, African woman I can never have enough words to describe you for you are an oceanic soul. 

TRUE LEADERSHIP By Smith Khethisa See I was born to lead but not only by actions but by words too. I was born to feed my people with poetry, poetry being the truth behind rhythmic verses and stanzas. Each every one of us is a verse on the poetry book of life, our tears and laughter are a beautiful song to the listening ear of Africans. My struggle is not physical, mental or mental but my struggle is seeing the tears of my people crying out for help Round and round we go seeking for composure, round and round we go seeking for a paradise within each and every-one of us. Maybe if we stop looking around only can we see the truth behind the sad realities of life. See, I wrote the book the book to be Dark Soul the wise one. I wrote the book to be Smith the one who saw the truth and spoke out The hungry beast self-pity feeds on fertile soil our minds, the hungry beast feeds on Africa's bright future. See we believe in what we see and touch, we believe in destruction and propagand...