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Paint tins topple over

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Paint tins topple over
My ears pound taking in the sound of that mistake
Angel
The river runs, ruinous yet each color maintains its integrity
Snake
I expect the colors to meld together in time but they do not for
I wonder, as the river meanders, I wander
Awake
Yonder over there where there is life, sound, color and Light

Is this destiny, is this karma is this Creation
Has the Maker of me deliberately put me in this situation?
It’s exasperating, as it fascinating, though I feel like I’m exacerbating the same situation and it’s not like I haven’t been here before, so terribly enticed perhaps that is why I said situation twice, thrice…
Break ice, in case of emergency, the urgency of my fleeting existence like ashes at the end of an incense stick that was born without flame but was instead lit by the instant transmission from the glint in her eyes to the reflection of her poetry in mine
Her Body of… work divine and I’m so enthralled and in trepidation freed only by soul
And my sole, purpose, is to find Light, be like Light, learn lessons, make sense of what is sore, and soar
And thus my Soul must be as important as the situation which is why I also said it, twice, thrice, and four
Times now the man my father was, respect to him I’m expecting him to have no idea what I’m doing this very instant

So I said Soul four times, (five now) said situation three times, four now
Meaning that Soul and the situation are inextricably linked, six and five
If I said either word one more time they would be at sixes and sevens and that would be problematic though the hero cannot thrive in a vacuum nor can we function in a tunnel forever
Hell must inevitably lead to Heaven
I really like my story but it sounds just like a lie
You can not dig into the earth and find yourself the sky
Yet one cannot deny, the love that they would die for
The rain is the only way the skies say what they feel from above
I suppose rain is when the sky falls… in love
Soul, Situation, One
First words was used 7 times, second six, and third one three
Add 7, 6 and 3 and we get sixteen add the one and six to get 7
There’s a song about this by a man named Aether so I shan’t delve into it
Also I lied, you can dig into the earth through the core, emerge and see the sky, similarly the earth is already in the space perhaps one day it’ll all make sense but until then, the paint runs, the river runs too, you love me Earth and I love you

Japhala “Aether” Gwangwa

Featured Poem:

Dawn

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When I was born I know that I caused glitches in the matrix born in sin and I could taste it but I fought and wouldn’t waste this life the Aether, that makes your soul know to glow, grow and flow in the Light directions, search for mind perfection, (something) like inception, surf the right projection make divine Connections life selections disentangled cast some bright reflections…

I’ll start a poem with words that hold a burning aversion
The Words or the poet the question I suppose is which came first and
Ask yourself…. not which answers you are seeking
But rather, my sister my brother which questions you are being

Like is my Father’s blood, inheritance, debt, a curse or a blessing
I am a Hybrid of hell but of course the heavens pre-vail
Diabolical as every devil in your details, every demon in your purse, the urge of man to derail
And vice versa conversations had with females like Adam had with God long before he fell
When snakes used to be fly before Eve’s betrayal the first the time the sky cried began to bleed conceived Kael

I’m falling to pieces, calling your secrets out one at a time

Like Lazarus leaping from the darkest and deepest recesses of the dark in your heart and mine when I dive through the depth of the mind no pretext only to emerge from the sea blessed holding up seas crest element of the feminine divine in my thoughts eminent in my heart and my mind, half the time, but never in my hands as I watch you turn to sand I said goodbye…but why?

And she was like: *Divine me a new melody we can both learn to move to
When things don’t shine and shimmer or sparkle just like we’re used to
Losing …winning, whining loving living it is all the same
She speaks to people through love poetry, prose God and album names
Not to confuse you, it’s how she communicates she’s not insane
(Not to accuse you) I will excuse you for losing heart again
Judgmental, you’re losing the plot and mentally losing faith
Brainwaves hold the keys to the way to make a relationship stay, the same
Or change Instead of straying from the course of course I speak too much, i teach too much, and reach too far, she speaks we kiss it’s a trap we’re stuck for days I oscillate and pendulate like fly paper we’re stuck for days
I touched today with her tastebuds, what a fucking awesome way to wake up and breathe the air with her great lungs prefecture beauty no make-up… Google search is there hope for the end, lost connection download didn’t end, trapped inside her emotion again, because her wounds opened again now we broke up again, tonguetied on a tightrope now my tightrope became tightrope around my throat and I know this is going to lead us to back to where we came from…but not to the way it used to be…

What’s the progress report, there’s venom in our rapport
Remembering hours she poured into the fountain but who’s counting
Shut up it’s pure she said with the flawlessness that lured Adam
She said it was just okay but there’s greatness in Lucifer’s planning

Now the enemy approaches, hidden dagger in the shadow of her heart/ is probably the locus of her hope and as the artful dagger darts it’s
A crying shame she’s Hoping causing pain will cure her pain it’s so inane
How much of her will stay the same, how much of her remainS unbroken

Hope you’re staying focused but I’m talking shit, I know this
Her teeth are daggers at my throat I know but hardly noticed
Coz I’m not even focused… when I’m far I’m at the closest spot to you
I ask my head that’s not the truth
I’m furthest when I’m not with you I wanna walk with God with you
I wanna walk in a Godly truth
This poem lacks a certain answer,

“Tear down these walls for me. Stop me from going under”
I hear your heart ache, i hear your each and every beat // As your heart breaks… I recognize my feet in every piece, my efforts are feats and soul release, break, fast, bones, skull, glows, face reflected and yours too those pieces are now little more than platitude, dust, grounds, allowed, bitter salt, seeps in like light through the blinds, but, life is a grind and as I cut my fingers searching for you and me I finally see that this ain’t quite as sweet as we initially made it out to be, this ain’t our movie this isn’t sugar glass, my fingers slashed on fragments of love and a childish hope that has become, the fragments of God

At 6 minutes past 2 he was born not crying but blue
The biggest parts of his body where his head and his fists and you
Know the story is mine and you know that glory is defined by the Maker
And so am I don’t tamper… semper fidelis

The darkness has been sanitized the Light has cured the cancer
The stag, the Wolf the arrow flies the poem and the answer
What’s the question you are being bide your time to see the master
Chop wood, carry water, keep calm and feel the aster
Pasta
Bad idea for first dates, the first taste and first base the first days of hell fire
And I fall require aid, need this bomb rewired A, B the race is long but supposedly it’s with Self
FELT, stealth approaches, don’t forfeit the game, Dishonor your family, hopeless again don’t forsake or forget your name
Remembering always that the sky is not the limit and neither is outer space
Your limit is inner space and you are God within that place

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Biography

Aether, real name Japhala Gwangwa has had a fascination for music and creative writing since he was very, very young. At 18 months he had his first toy guitar (which he named “Fay Fay” after the George Michael song Faith), at 12 he decided he wanted to be in a band “as a guitarist or a drummer”, but he still passionately pursued creative writing, at 15 he said why not both, and started writing a book and got his first real guitar, all the while freestyle rapping on a whim.

From this point forth his love for writing and music exploded setting him further along the already blazing path toward his dreams where he taught himself the guitar, drums, the art of freestyle rap and spoken word as well as composing music digitally with the aid of his live instrumentation skills. Around the same time, he nurtured his passion for creative writing and after writing a several hundred page manuscript, started studying Sound Technology at Limkokwing Botswana.

As a performer, Aether is multifaceted. In 2008 he was rhythm guitarist and lead singer for “The Substance” an alternative rock band that went from playing in clubs and cafes to Woodstock Botswana in the course of one year. IN 2009/2010 he rapped, a lot, working with local artists and having a few songs on local and online radio. In 2010/11 he played drums for a popular reggae band while ‘session guitaring’ for artists who needed it. He sharpened his freestyle skills and spent time battling other rappers until he got bored of this and in 2012 he released a mix tape titled Memories of the Darkside, during this time he completed his Sound Technology diploma, passing with flying colours and getting a scholarship to continue his studies in Malaysia, where he acquired his Degree in Film and Television.

While he was in Malaysia he performed regularly. Of his regular performances one of his most memorable was at Urbanscapes Malaysia 2013.

In June 2014 he joined local superband the Contrabanditz which was made up of 5 solo artists united by a common cause.

In October 2014 he was invited by the World Islamic Economic Forum to Perform at the 7th annual MocaFEST in Dubai where he also performed at an event called ARTNIGHTS @ Gate Village, which is one of the most widely attended art exhibitions in Dubai every year.

In October 2015, he attend Maun International Poetry Festival with the Contrabanditz, as well as opening for Freshly Ground and Oliver Mtukudzi. In November Aether along with the Contrabanditz opened for Joss Stone at the Mascom Live Sessions.

Boasting a repertoire of conscious lyrics inspired by the Light. Aether sets out to inspire all he comes across, with the goal of lighting a fire in them, one that will cause ripples of Hope, Faith and Love to wash over a darkening world.

Japhala “Aether” Gwangwa

aether_japhala_badilisha
aether_japhala_badilisha

Biography

Aether, real name Japhala Gwangwa has had a fascination for music and creative writing since he was very, very young. At 18 months he had his first toy guitar (which he named “Fay Fay” after the George Michael song Faith), at 12 he decided he wanted to be in a band “as a guitarist or a drummer”, but he still passionately pursued creative writing, at 15 he said why not both, and started writing a book and got his first real guitar, all the while freestyle rapping on a whim.

From this point forth his love for writing and music exploded setting him further along the already blazing path toward his dreams where he taught himself the guitar, drums, the art of freestyle rap and spoken word as well as composing music digitally with the aid of his live instrumentation skills. Around the same time, he nurtured his passion for creative writing and after writing a several hundred page manuscript, started studying Sound Technology at Limkokwing Botswana.

As a performer, Aether is multifaceted. In 2008 he was rhythm guitarist and lead singer for “The Substance” an alternative rock band that went from playing in clubs and cafes to Woodstock Botswana in the course of one year. IN 2009/2010 he rapped, a lot, working with local artists and having a few songs on local and online radio. In 2010/11 he played drums for a popular reggae band while ‘session guitaring’ for artists who needed it. He sharpened his freestyle skills and spent time battling other rappers until he got bored of this and in 2012 he released a mix tape titled Memories of the Darkside, during this time he completed his Sound Technology diploma, passing with flying colours and getting a scholarship to continue his studies in Malaysia, where he acquired his Degree in Film and Television.

While he was in Malaysia he performed regularly. Of his regular performances one of his most memorable was at Urbanscapes Malaysia 2013.

In June 2014 he joined local superband the Contrabanditz which was made up of 5 solo artists united by a common cause.

In October 2014 he was invited by the World Islamic Economic Forum to Perform at the 7th annual MocaFEST in Dubai where he also performed at an event called ARTNIGHTS @ Gate Village, which is one of the most widely attended art exhibitions in Dubai every year.

In October 2015, he attend Maun International Poetry Festival with the Contrabanditz, as well as opening for Freshly Ground and Oliver Mtukudzi. In November Aether along with the Contrabanditz opened for Joss Stone at the Mascom Live Sessions.

Boasting a repertoire of conscious lyrics inspired by the Light. Aether sets out to inspire all he comes across, with the goal of lighting a fire in them, one that will cause ripples of Hope, Faith and Love to wash over a darkening world.

Paint tins topple over

Enlarge poem

Paint tins topple over
My ears pound taking in the sound of that mistake
Angel
The river runs, ruinous yet each color maintains its integrity
Snake
I expect the colors to meld together in time but they do not for
I wonder, as the river meanders, I wander
Awake
Yonder over there where there is life, sound, color and Light

Is this destiny, is this karma is this Creation
Has the Maker of me deliberately put me in this situation?
It’s exasperating, as it fascinating, though I feel like I’m exacerbating the same situation and it’s not like I haven’t been here before, so terribly enticed perhaps that is why I said situation twice, thrice…
Break ice, in case of emergency, the urgency of my fleeting existence like ashes at the end of an incense stick that was born without flame but was instead lit by the instant transmission from the glint in her eyes to the reflection of her poetry in mine
Her Body of… work divine and I’m so enthralled and in trepidation freed only by soul
And my sole, purpose, is to find Light, be like Light, learn lessons, make sense of what is sore, and soar
And thus my Soul must be as important as the situation which is why I also said it, twice, thrice, and four
Times now the man my father was, respect to him I’m expecting him to have no idea what I’m doing this very instant

So I said Soul four times, (five now) said situation three times, four now
Meaning that Soul and the situation are inextricably linked, six and five
If I said either word one more time they would be at sixes and sevens and that would be problematic though the hero cannot thrive in a vacuum nor can we function in a tunnel forever
Hell must inevitably lead to Heaven
I really like my story but it sounds just like a lie
You can not dig into the earth and find yourself the sky
Yet one cannot deny, the love that they would die for
The rain is the only way the skies say what they feel from above
I suppose rain is when the sky falls… in love
Soul, Situation, One
First words was used 7 times, second six, and third one three
Add 7, 6 and 3 and we get sixteen add the one and six to get 7
There’s a song about this by a man named Aether so I shan’t delve into it
Also I lied, you can dig into the earth through the core, emerge and see the sky, similarly the earth is already in the space perhaps one day it’ll all make sense but until then, the paint runs, the river runs too, you love me Earth and I love you

Featured Poem:

Dawn

Enlarge poem

When I was born I know that I caused glitches in the matrix born in sin and I could taste it but I fought and wouldn’t waste this life the Aether, that makes your soul know to glow, grow and flow in the Light directions, search for mind perfection, (something) like inception, surf the right projection make divine Connections life selections disentangled cast some bright reflections…

I’ll start a poem with words that hold a burning aversion
The Words or the poet the question I suppose is which came first and
Ask yourself…. not which answers you are seeking
But rather, my sister my brother which questions you are being

Like is my Father’s blood, inheritance, debt, a curse or a blessing
I am a Hybrid of hell but of course the heavens pre-vail
Diabolical as every devil in your details, every demon in your purse, the urge of man to derail
And vice versa conversations had with females like Adam had with God long before he fell
When snakes used to be fly before Eve’s betrayal the first the time the sky cried began to bleed conceived Kael

I’m falling to pieces, calling your secrets out one at a time

Like Lazarus leaping from the darkest and deepest recesses of the dark in your heart and mine when I dive through the depth of the mind no pretext only to emerge from the sea blessed holding up seas crest element of the feminine divine in my thoughts eminent in my heart and my mind, half the time, but never in my hands as I watch you turn to sand I said goodbye…but why?

And she was like: *Divine me a new melody we can both learn to move to
When things don’t shine and shimmer or sparkle just like we’re used to
Losing …winning, whining loving living it is all the same
She speaks to people through love poetry, prose God and album names
Not to confuse you, it’s how she communicates she’s not insane
(Not to accuse you) I will excuse you for losing heart again
Judgmental, you’re losing the plot and mentally losing faith
Brainwaves hold the keys to the way to make a relationship stay, the same
Or change Instead of straying from the course of course I speak too much, i teach too much, and reach too far, she speaks we kiss it’s a trap we’re stuck for days I oscillate and pendulate like fly paper we’re stuck for days
I touched today with her tastebuds, what a fucking awesome way to wake up and breathe the air with her great lungs prefecture beauty no make-up… Google search is there hope for the end, lost connection download didn’t end, trapped inside her emotion again, because her wounds opened again now we broke up again, tonguetied on a tightrope now my tightrope became tightrope around my throat and I know this is going to lead us to back to where we came from…but not to the way it used to be…

What’s the progress report, there’s venom in our rapport
Remembering hours she poured into the fountain but who’s counting
Shut up it’s pure she said with the flawlessness that lured Adam
She said it was just okay but there’s greatness in Lucifer’s planning

Now the enemy approaches, hidden dagger in the shadow of her heart/ is probably the locus of her hope and as the artful dagger darts it’s
A crying shame she’s Hoping causing pain will cure her pain it’s so inane
How much of her will stay the same, how much of her remainS unbroken

Hope you’re staying focused but I’m talking shit, I know this
Her teeth are daggers at my throat I know but hardly noticed
Coz I’m not even focused… when I’m far I’m at the closest spot to you
I ask my head that’s not the truth
I’m furthest when I’m not with you I wanna walk with God with you
I wanna walk in a Godly truth
This poem lacks a certain answer,

“Tear down these walls for me. Stop me from going under”
I hear your heart ache, i hear your each and every beat // As your heart breaks… I recognize my feet in every piece, my efforts are feats and soul release, break, fast, bones, skull, glows, face reflected and yours too those pieces are now little more than platitude, dust, grounds, allowed, bitter salt, seeps in like light through the blinds, but, life is a grind and as I cut my fingers searching for you and me I finally see that this ain’t quite as sweet as we initially made it out to be, this ain’t our movie this isn’t sugar glass, my fingers slashed on fragments of love and a childish hope that has become, the fragments of God

At 6 minutes past 2 he was born not crying but blue
The biggest parts of his body where his head and his fists and you
Know the story is mine and you know that glory is defined by the Maker
And so am I don’t tamper… semper fidelis

The darkness has been sanitized the Light has cured the cancer
The stag, the Wolf the arrow flies the poem and the answer
What’s the question you are being bide your time to see the master
Chop wood, carry water, keep calm and feel the aster
Pasta
Bad idea for first dates, the first taste and first base the first days of hell fire
And I fall require aid, need this bomb rewired A, B the race is long but supposedly it’s with Self
FELT, stealth approaches, don’t forfeit the game, Dishonor your family, hopeless again don’t forsake or forget your name
Remembering always that the sky is not the limit and neither is outer space
Your limit is inner space and you are God within that place

How does this featured poem make you feel?

  • Amazement (0)
  • Pride (0)
  • Optimism (0)
  • Anger (0)
  • Delight (0)
  • Inspiration (0)
  • Reflection (0)
  • Captivation (0)
  • Peace (0)
  • Amusement (0)
  • Sorrow (2)
  • Vigour (0)
  • Hope (0)
  • Sadness (0)
  • Fear (0)
  • Jubilation (0)

Paint tins topple over

Enlarge poem

Paint tins topple over
My ears pound taking in the sound of that mistake
Angel
The river runs, ruinous yet each color maintains its integrity
Snake
I expect the colors to meld together in time but they do not for
I wonder, as the river meanders, I wander
Awake
Yonder over there where there is life, sound, color and Light

Is this destiny, is this karma is this Creation
Has the Maker of me deliberately put me in this situation?
It’s exasperating, as it fascinating, though I feel like I’m exacerbating the same situation and it’s not like I haven’t been here before, so terribly enticed perhaps that is why I said situation twice, thrice…
Break ice, in case of emergency, the urgency of my fleeting existence like ashes at the end of an incense stick that was born without flame but was instead lit by the instant transmission from the glint in her eyes to the reflection of her poetry in mine
Her Body of… work divine and I’m so enthralled and in trepidation freed only by soul
And my sole, purpose, is to find Light, be like Light, learn lessons, make sense of what is sore, and soar
And thus my Soul must be as important as the situation which is why I also said it, twice, thrice, and four
Times now the man my father was, respect to him I’m expecting him to have no idea what I’m doing this very instant

So I said Soul four times, (five now) said situation three times, four now
Meaning that Soul and the situation are inextricably linked, six and five
If I said either word one more time they would be at sixes and sevens and that would be problematic though the hero cannot thrive in a vacuum nor can we function in a tunnel forever
Hell must inevitably lead to Heaven
I really like my story but it sounds just like a lie
You can not dig into the earth and find yourself the sky
Yet one cannot deny, the love that they would die for
The rain is the only way the skies say what they feel from above
I suppose rain is when the sky falls… in love
Soul, Situation, One
First words was used 7 times, second six, and third one three
Add 7, 6 and 3 and we get sixteen add the one and six to get 7
There’s a song about this by a man named Aether so I shan’t delve into it
Also I lied, you can dig into the earth through the core, emerge and see the sky, similarly the earth is already in the space perhaps one day it’ll all make sense but until then, the paint runs, the river runs too, you love me Earth and I love you

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