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The Tree of Life

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Melodic pictures and ravenous sounds
Casting a spell upon my spine
I struggled to stand straight
But finally I stood tall as a collage of luminous feelings
A lobelia of lotus purple sprouting from my hair

I was oblivious to the roots growing from my spine
Nurtured by the spit of my Kundalini spine
The alchemy of making gold from swine
My spine morphed into a yellowish tree bark
Feelings of utter despair distorted the orchestra of my heart

My arms transformed into yellowish tree branches
Consciousness changing form, breaking away from the trenches
I had visions of my past life in which my sperm inseminated the womb that gave life to fire
A bystander watched and observed like a silent servant
Like a silent servant told to disobey sound and orgasmic visions
By a master blind to all that there is
Deaf to all that the ancient schools of mystical linguistics preach

I watched my fingers transform into green leaves with hieroglyphic inscriptions upon the surface
I came to the realisation that form had changed form
And I no longer stand as a man
But I stand as a tree, a tree of knowledge
Ready to withstand all carnage
Then I saw dark and hallow smoke blasting out of a furnace
The bystander approached me with an axe
He said ”we must keep the town warm”

Nape Nino Senong

Featured Poem:

Dorothy

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Damn! She reminds me of a girl who’s feet stayed clued to feet on pavement
She would sketch butterflies during the day
Then at night, they would all die out
Then her nightmare begins, the demons inside her closet start to sing
Misty horizons shatter her earthly eyes
A story that can only be told by the bruises on her thighs

During the day, Dorothy would thrive and ride on the wings of fairies
Then at night, Dorothy muffled silent screams whilst chasing vigilante dreams
She felt like the Gods had forsaken her
As she mothered children she could not bear
Grown men with childhood issues too ugly to be expressed with a snare
Some say she looked in to the moon way too long
She was blinded by the glare

Now she bents forward to pick up a wishlist of psychedelics
That was only swept away by her divine breath
Then she released that her heartbeat was a crescendo of songs
A crescendo of songs that have never been sung in this dimension
Dorothy found broken feet in between the rhythm of the funk
Now, as her heart pumps, the crowd jumps
Dorothy now knows that every time she smiles
For a split second, Christ comes

A hug from Dorothy took me back to a dream
In which Medusa kissed me on the forehead
With lips as soft as the lullabys she sings to Gods
Dorothy took me back to my lonely nights of hip-hop
Teleporting through space and time with a head-nod
Fish whispering in my left ear, telling me to stop acting what I am not

But damn homie!! These are just whispers of a dream
Inscribed upon my tongue by the kiss of a queen

How does this featured poem make you feel?

  • Amazement (6)
  • Pride (2)
  • Optimism (1)
  • Anger (0)
  • Delight (1)
  • Inspiration (1)
  • Reflection (8)
  • Captivation (2)
  • Peace (1)
  • Amusement (1)
  • Sorrow (2)
  • Vigour (0)
  • Hope (1)
  • Sadness (0)
  • Fear (0)
  • Jubilation (0)

Comments

  1. this piece speaks of many souls, it is amazing that one can come up with such vague and abstract points that actually make sense. it is very mind stimulating and emotional provoking. he knows its my fav

    Refilwe Somoro

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Biography

Nape ‘Nino’ Senong is a spoken word artist based in Johannesburg, South Africa. Nino started experimenting with the pen during his early stages of high school. Born and bred in the dusty province of Limpopo, the 22 years old wordsmith draws inspiration from the ever changing urban spaces of Johannesburg. Nino serves as a resident poet at the University of Johhanesburg’s Fore.Word Poetry society. He infuses abstract representations and dreamy imagery to re-imagine and comment on society.

Nape Nino Senong

Biography

Nape ‘Nino’ Senong is a spoken word artist based in Johannesburg, South Africa. Nino started experimenting with the pen during his early stages of high school. Born and bred in the dusty province of Limpopo, the 22 years old wordsmith draws inspiration from the ever changing urban spaces of Johannesburg. Nino serves as a resident poet at the University of Johhanesburg’s Fore.Word Poetry society. He infuses abstract representations and dreamy imagery to re-imagine and comment on society.

The Tree of Life

Enlarge poem

Melodic pictures and ravenous sounds
Casting a spell upon my spine
I struggled to stand straight
But finally I stood tall as a collage of luminous feelings
A lobelia of lotus purple sprouting from my hair

I was oblivious to the roots growing from my spine
Nurtured by the spit of my Kundalini spine
The alchemy of making gold from swine
My spine morphed into a yellowish tree bark
Feelings of utter despair distorted the orchestra of my heart

My arms transformed into yellowish tree branches
Consciousness changing form, breaking away from the trenches
I had visions of my past life in which my sperm inseminated the womb that gave life to fire
A bystander watched and observed like a silent servant
Like a silent servant told to disobey sound and orgasmic visions
By a master blind to all that there is
Deaf to all that the ancient schools of mystical linguistics preach

I watched my fingers transform into green leaves with hieroglyphic inscriptions upon the surface
I came to the realisation that form had changed form
And I no longer stand as a man
But I stand as a tree, a tree of knowledge
Ready to withstand all carnage
Then I saw dark and hallow smoke blasting out of a furnace
The bystander approached me with an axe
He said ”we must keep the town warm”

Featured Poem:

Dorothy

Enlarge poem

Damn! She reminds me of a girl who’s feet stayed clued to feet on pavement
She would sketch butterflies during the day
Then at night, they would all die out
Then her nightmare begins, the demons inside her closet start to sing
Misty horizons shatter her earthly eyes
A story that can only be told by the bruises on her thighs

During the day, Dorothy would thrive and ride on the wings of fairies
Then at night, Dorothy muffled silent screams whilst chasing vigilante dreams
She felt like the Gods had forsaken her
As she mothered children she could not bear
Grown men with childhood issues too ugly to be expressed with a snare
Some say she looked in to the moon way too long
She was blinded by the glare

Now she bents forward to pick up a wishlist of psychedelics
That was only swept away by her divine breath
Then she released that her heartbeat was a crescendo of songs
A crescendo of songs that have never been sung in this dimension
Dorothy found broken feet in between the rhythm of the funk
Now, as her heart pumps, the crowd jumps
Dorothy now knows that every time she smiles
For a split second, Christ comes

A hug from Dorothy took me back to a dream
In which Medusa kissed me on the forehead
With lips as soft as the lullabys she sings to Gods
Dorothy took me back to my lonely nights of hip-hop
Teleporting through space and time with a head-nod
Fish whispering in my left ear, telling me to stop acting what I am not

But damn homie!! These are just whispers of a dream
Inscribed upon my tongue by the kiss of a queen

How does this featured poem make you feel?

  • Amazement (6)
  • Pride (2)
  • Optimism (1)
  • Anger (0)
  • Delight (1)
  • Inspiration (1)
  • Reflection (8)
  • Captivation (2)
  • Peace (1)
  • Amusement (1)
  • Sorrow (2)
  • Vigour (0)
  • Hope (1)
  • Sadness (0)
  • Fear (0)
  • Jubilation (0)

The Tree of Life

Enlarge poem

Melodic pictures and ravenous sounds
Casting a spell upon my spine
I struggled to stand straight
But finally I stood tall as a collage of luminous feelings
A lobelia of lotus purple sprouting from my hair

I was oblivious to the roots growing from my spine
Nurtured by the spit of my Kundalini spine
The alchemy of making gold from swine
My spine morphed into a yellowish tree bark
Feelings of utter despair distorted the orchestra of my heart

My arms transformed into yellowish tree branches
Consciousness changing form, breaking away from the trenches
I had visions of my past life in which my sperm inseminated the womb that gave life to fire
A bystander watched and observed like a silent servant
Like a silent servant told to disobey sound and orgasmic visions
By a master blind to all that there is
Deaf to all that the ancient schools of mystical linguistics preach

I watched my fingers transform into green leaves with hieroglyphic inscriptions upon the surface
I came to the realisation that form had changed form
And I no longer stand as a man
But I stand as a tree, a tree of knowledge
Ready to withstand all carnage
Then I saw dark and hallow smoke blasting out of a furnace
The bystander approached me with an axe
He said ”we must keep the town warm”

Comments

  1. this piece speaks of many souls, it is amazing that one can come up with such vague and abstract points that actually make sense. it is very mind stimulating and emotional provoking. he knows its my fav

    Refilwe Somoro

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