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Baby Bones

Khanya Maselela
i met a traditional dude
full of the blues
always feeling misused
seeking self protection from wonder
baby blue
baby boy
baby keys
healing needs
beading through a border world
bending psychic emotions
afraid to read reality
a cat in 9 lives
my universe is absolutely bona fide
because i am real
baby boy, baby boo
the trinity is not weak
baby boy
where did you hide your meanings
chanting the spirits into verses
binding the rhythm & blues in perfect drumming
baby boo
you sing in my runes
full of judgments
a drunken drum is awake
woke up next to a running leader
perfection is but a beat apart
baby boy
baby boy
i am baby pink
& you are inside my glory
imitating imaginations of life
maybe using a pipe
i know of a girly girl presentation
dreading her looks into satisfactions
a mind full of professions
baby pink
immigrating loyal luck of royalty
color is not an issue but a meaning
a seedling
burning bones inside red liquids
divining pipe dreams
a beaded history is bold
solving a mystery in festivities
retrieving vibrations
calling forth the university inside the universe
inside a crescent moon
becoming rich & cripsy
by snuffing a candle like routine
baby pink
you are about to recreate magical victories
crossing over a silver cross, a silver spoon
to gather in one denomination
a ring of friends to conjure
intertwining sacred energies
a doll up in space
baby pink shifting gears
raising a phoenix or two...maybe three
crystal clearing a care in the eye
arousing different shades of guilt
a glass has class
using a bull's horn
within a hard mexican flavour
spanish dancing in red velvet cloaks
a solitary guitar to reason with supernatural senses
socially becoming still to know
to master the arts of self stimulations
piercing through the fury of futuristic eyes
windows of a beholder
chaining a command
to take its domino effect in tasteful manners
to size up skeleton situations
dreaming hopeful hope
soothing rejections
playing with perfection
baby grace is often written in projections
baby bones delivered as a birthday talent
to heal the unknowns of a daily believer
revealing reproductions of revolutions
resourcefully resourcing the source
of nature
smiling a childish resignation
to benefit a juvenile grace
a mini babe
using baby truthful blues
to face daily baby runes in confidence & substitutions
inside human constitutions
a colorful birthright
using minor bone issues
wrapped in a time-honoured golden skin
transported via a golden door of hope
a colorful calling
baby bones in the fountains of the valleys
through a native youth
reconciling with my moves
charitable bones
perfecting practical parables
theoretically trapping talented tales of time management
i met a traditional dude standing beside a pink girly girl
the divine is at ease
awaiting rising rain
to gain a full mind in a day
a birthday wish is on its way
today is a gift
to free my game
generally one can mote it be...

Published by Khanya Maselela

I am A Diviner with a bright young "CURIO HERBAL SHOP"...divining bruised Histories... peeping into Prophecies & Predictions written down as it is in Heaven....divining spiritual victories..promoting heavenl...  View profile

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  • Ed Dikotope3/18/2009

    Its a rhythmic read, full of mind blowing imigary. I would love to rhyme it out and turn it into a song. I love the feeling it gives me.

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