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Global warning

From cracked heart broken skies
Clothed in black robes of mourning and signs
Dead tears descend
Upon the paraplegic immortal dragged
Towards the edge of immortality by humanity’s pledge

A staggering humanity drunk from fermented lies
Fruits that unnaturally rose into life
From thought seeds spread beyond seas
By winged words from darkened caves
That hold the multitude of voices of all that we create
“GOD GAVE US DOMINION OVER ALL” they chant

Now the rainbows are no more
The creation of spirit birds flying in unison
Praising father sky’s loving tears and EARTH’S nurturing warmth
Birds tainted by creation’s colorful hearts
That beat the unending songs that inspire the forests to dance
Dance

Dance, the dance of life
That awakens dreamy spirits
That ply the hardened sun
With softening magical spells
And in return the blushing sun
Would smile in life giving rays
And from the soil curious vegetation would raise their heads
Eager to bear witness to the magic of all

Now all this is no more
Now all this is no more

For their GODS EARTH’S BLACK BLOOD they harvest
From their metallic temples that house their sacrificial fires
Choking. Heavy. Smoke ascends
Grey hovering angels celebrating the approaching footsteps of the end
Even the silent watery giant has risen
Messenger of EARTH carrying a warning

Men take heed
One single step from me
And all that you see
Will no longer be
Learn to control your GODS
From pockets to thoughts
Or again with your disappearance you will pay for your lot
From OCEANUS messenger of EARTH
Mother to all

Rantoloko Molokoane

Featured Poem:

The god that never understood creation

Enlarge poem

He was staring into the night sky as it bled
from its womb lessons in the form of beauty.
His eyes wide shut, having been stapled closed
by mother nature’s nurturing touch.
His mind as still as the carnage we ceremoniously deploy
into boxes, that are then later concealed.
Six feet far from our tormented souls.
Oh hail all things seen
one day will fade and never be seen.
Oh hail all things seen
one day will fade and never be seen.
His possessed mouth began to utter
possessed by the magic exuded by the invisible angel.
Illuminated by the glance of that unselfish king
that reigns only at night.
Then it all ended and all that was left,
was a face that seemed to have been
supernaturally reconstructed into a smile.
Residues of this impermanent event.
And I stood addled
I the god, creator of this haven of madness.
A meticulously crafted painting, with strokes from the unknown
another product of insanity.
I the prisoner, shackled to elusive poles of limitations.
By thoughts, perceptions, the tools of the mind.
The mind, the very prison I am confined in
the puppet, attached to the mind by strings of thoughts.
To reap torturous movements when emotions pull.
I understand nothing, seek nothing.
For too many a time have I thrown pebbles of thoughts
upon the surface of this perceived ocean
of comprehension, seeking a destination
where purpose and sense can be found.
But only for this ocean to swallow them
and I being attached drowned to a mere human.
A worshipper of the untold tale
of the ice maiden that fell in love with the sun,
Seeking nothing else but to serve
the sun’s heart with platters of eternal euphoria.
A tragic tale that still flows
in the crevices of this life, intoxicating seekers
farmers that water the seeds of suffering
that deeply in the fields of their lives
with their tears.
And if poetry be another medium that perpetuates understanding
then consider this as ramblings of the consciousness
scribbled in the book of life.
I, the god that never understood creation.

rantoloko

The god that never understood creation by Rantoloko Molokoane

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  1. ayy i am out of words the first time i herd audiobles poetry collection i fell in love with the way ‘The Truth’ puts words in to life i mean he puts one’s mind to in to a trans and as an artist myself he inspires me to look at life differently i want more of this guy i think South Africa needs to hear him please my brother give us an album or something i think The Truth is been underrated

    Mdu jay Twala
  2. lord i only heard this now. great awesome. i can listen to this over and over

    rhettoric makhanya

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Biography

Rantoloko ‘The Truth’ Molokoane is a writer from the unknown township of Tumahole in the Free State, South Africa. He went to Primary School at Botjhabatsatsi Intermediate until grade 4, and then changed schools to Hendrik van der Bijl in Vanderbijl Park where he completed his grade 7. He matriculated in 2003 from Suiderlig High School. He has an S4 in Chemical engineering and is currently studying for his BA with Unisa.

He is the author of Read, Write Dreams Into Life published in August 2011. Read, Write Dreams Into Life is Rantoloko Molokoane’s debut literary text. It is the culmination of a decade of writing. The book is a collection of poems and prose writing that carry his signature view of the world in which reality is not only viewed at face value, but holistically. This view is the foundation of his philosophy that reality isn’t as rigid as it is deemed, as most of what we experience is the creation of men. The book deals with reality in its creation paradigm and not its existent paradigm, so as to provide the reader with the confidence to face their realities however diverse.
For a decade now he has been practicing his craft, nurturing it and learning ways to better tell the Afrikan story. In two thousand and one he turned his mind away from academics and began to observe human behavior in all its absurdity and from there the writing began. In 2008 he quit his job after finding himself immersed in unending depression because of a lack of utilization of his mind which led to extreme drinking. Since then he has been working tirelessly at his writing. Now with only a few years passed he has expanded from merely just writing poetry to even fiction novel (still being written). His work has been featured on One-2’s album ‘Microphone blank cheqk and on Inaudible poetry’s ‘Comprehension’ compilation. Besides writing he has horned in on his experience of performing poetry for seven years to produce edgy performances that shatter limitations with their fusion of enactment and poetry so as to bring life to poetry. He has performed around Gauteng tertiary institutions like VUT where he was exposed to the world of performing; TUT, NWU, UJ and at venues like Cramers coffee at Balladry composition’s poetry shows. He has also had the pleasure of performing at the Word N Sound Series hosted by Afurakan at the Bassline coming second on two occasions and at the KPN session held at Market Theatre Lab hosted by Jefferson Tshabalala. He has performed alongside some of the greatest poets like Romeo the poet, Inaudible poetry, and Quaz, and musical talents such as The Soil and Travellin Blak.
His writing is driven by the rich spiritual heritage of Afrika and the immense creativity that lies in the depth of its heritage. Driven by that he has found ways of writing material that awakens all to the realization that what we deem to be reality is but a mere fragment of a bigger reality that exists where creation moulds what we finally see. Adamant that imagination is the key to breaking the bondages that anchor us in a reality that seeks to diminish us into the confines of a reality of those who have learnt to use creation to their bidding, he writes awe-inspiring image centred writing that challenges the reality that Afrikans are faced with by exposing the hidden boundaries of what is. A strong believer in the quest to findings ways of celebrating Afrikan indigenous knowledge systems so as to once again instil pride in the Afrikan, especially the one battling with a township reality that instils despair in the minds of the Afrikan.
‘More than a writer I am a mere township boy who read to the point of seeing beyond the blinding surface of all.’

Rantoloko Molokoane

rantoloko
rantoloko

Biography

Rantoloko ‘The Truth’ Molokoane is a writer from the unknown township of Tumahole in the Free State, South Africa. He went to Primary School at Botjhabatsatsi Intermediate until grade 4, and then changed schools to Hendrik van der Bijl in Vanderbijl Park where he completed his grade 7. He matriculated in 2003 from Suiderlig High School. He has an S4 in Chemical engineering and is currently studying for his BA with Unisa.

He is the author of Read, Write Dreams Into Life published in August 2011. Read, Write Dreams Into Life is Rantoloko Molokoane’s debut literary text. It is the culmination of a decade of writing. The book is a collection of poems and prose writing that carry his signature view of the world in which reality is not only viewed at face value, but holistically. This view is the foundation of his philosophy that reality isn’t as rigid as it is deemed, as most of what we experience is the creation of men. The book deals with reality in its creation paradigm and not its existent paradigm, so as to provide the reader with the confidence to face their realities however diverse.
For a decade now he has been practicing his craft, nurturing it and learning ways to better tell the Afrikan story. In two thousand and one he turned his mind away from academics and began to observe human behavior in all its absurdity and from there the writing began. In 2008 he quit his job after finding himself immersed in unending depression because of a lack of utilization of his mind which led to extreme drinking. Since then he has been working tirelessly at his writing. Now with only a few years passed he has expanded from merely just writing poetry to even fiction novel (still being written). His work has been featured on One-2’s album ‘Microphone blank cheqk and on Inaudible poetry’s ‘Comprehension’ compilation. Besides writing he has horned in on his experience of performing poetry for seven years to produce edgy performances that shatter limitations with their fusion of enactment and poetry so as to bring life to poetry. He has performed around Gauteng tertiary institutions like VUT where he was exposed to the world of performing; TUT, NWU, UJ and at venues like Cramers coffee at Balladry composition’s poetry shows. He has also had the pleasure of performing at the Word N Sound Series hosted by Afurakan at the Bassline coming second on two occasions and at the KPN session held at Market Theatre Lab hosted by Jefferson Tshabalala. He has performed alongside some of the greatest poets like Romeo the poet, Inaudible poetry, and Quaz, and musical talents such as The Soil and Travellin Blak.
His writing is driven by the rich spiritual heritage of Afrika and the immense creativity that lies in the depth of its heritage. Driven by that he has found ways of writing material that awakens all to the realization that what we deem to be reality is but a mere fragment of a bigger reality that exists where creation moulds what we finally see. Adamant that imagination is the key to breaking the bondages that anchor us in a reality that seeks to diminish us into the confines of a reality of those who have learnt to use creation to their bidding, he writes awe-inspiring image centred writing that challenges the reality that Afrikans are faced with by exposing the hidden boundaries of what is. A strong believer in the quest to findings ways of celebrating Afrikan indigenous knowledge systems so as to once again instil pride in the Afrikan, especially the one battling with a township reality that instils despair in the minds of the Afrikan.
‘More than a writer I am a mere township boy who read to the point of seeing beyond the blinding surface of all.’

Global Warning

Enlarge poem

Global warning

From cracked heart broken skies
Clothed in black robes of mourning and signs
Dead tears descend
Upon the paraplegic immortal dragged
Towards the edge of immortality by humanity’s pledge

A staggering humanity drunk from fermented lies
Fruits that unnaturally rose into life
From thought seeds spread beyond seas
By winged words from darkened caves
That hold the multitude of voices of all that we create
“GOD GAVE US DOMINION OVER ALL” they chant

Now the rainbows are no more
The creation of spirit birds flying in unison
Praising father sky’s loving tears and EARTH’S nurturing warmth
Birds tainted by creation’s colorful hearts
That beat the unending songs that inspire the forests to dance
Dance

Dance, the dance of life
That awakens dreamy spirits
That ply the hardened sun
With softening magical spells
And in return the blushing sun
Would smile in life giving rays
And from the soil curious vegetation would raise their heads
Eager to bear witness to the magic of all

Now all this is no more
Now all this is no more

For their GODS EARTH’S BLACK BLOOD they harvest
From their metallic temples that house their sacrificial fires
Choking. Heavy. Smoke ascends
Grey hovering angels celebrating the approaching footsteps of the end
Even the silent watery giant has risen
Messenger of EARTH carrying a warning

Men take heed
One single step from me
And all that you see
Will no longer be
Learn to control your GODS
From pockets to thoughts
Or again with your disappearance you will pay for your lot
From OCEANUS messenger of EARTH
Mother to all

Featured Poem:

The god that never understood creation

Enlarge poem

He was staring into the night sky as it bled
from its womb lessons in the form of beauty.
His eyes wide shut, having been stapled closed
by mother nature’s nurturing touch.
His mind as still as the carnage we ceremoniously deploy
into boxes, that are then later concealed.
Six feet far from our tormented souls.
Oh hail all things seen
one day will fade and never be seen.
Oh hail all things seen
one day will fade and never be seen.
His possessed mouth began to utter
possessed by the magic exuded by the invisible angel.
Illuminated by the glance of that unselfish king
that reigns only at night.
Then it all ended and all that was left,
was a face that seemed to have been
supernaturally reconstructed into a smile.
Residues of this impermanent event.
And I stood addled
I the god, creator of this haven of madness.
A meticulously crafted painting, with strokes from the unknown
another product of insanity.
I the prisoner, shackled to elusive poles of limitations.
By thoughts, perceptions, the tools of the mind.
The mind, the very prison I am confined in
the puppet, attached to the mind by strings of thoughts.
To reap torturous movements when emotions pull.
I understand nothing, seek nothing.
For too many a time have I thrown pebbles of thoughts
upon the surface of this perceived ocean
of comprehension, seeking a destination
where purpose and sense can be found.
But only for this ocean to swallow them
and I being attached drowned to a mere human.
A worshipper of the untold tale
of the ice maiden that fell in love with the sun,
Seeking nothing else but to serve
the sun’s heart with platters of eternal euphoria.
A tragic tale that still flows
in the crevices of this life, intoxicating seekers
farmers that water the seeds of suffering
that deeply in the fields of their lives
with their tears.
And if poetry be another medium that perpetuates understanding
then consider this as ramblings of the consciousness
scribbled in the book of life.
I, the god that never understood creation.

The god that never understood creation by Rantoloko Molokoane

Download the audio file

How does this featured poem make you feel?

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

Global Warning

Enlarge poem

Global warning

From cracked heart broken skies
Clothed in black robes of mourning and signs
Dead tears descend
Upon the paraplegic immortal dragged
Towards the edge of immortality by humanity’s pledge

A staggering humanity drunk from fermented lies
Fruits that unnaturally rose into life
From thought seeds spread beyond seas
By winged words from darkened caves
That hold the multitude of voices of all that we create
“GOD GAVE US DOMINION OVER ALL” they chant

Now the rainbows are no more
The creation of spirit birds flying in unison
Praising father sky’s loving tears and EARTH’S nurturing warmth
Birds tainted by creation’s colorful hearts
That beat the unending songs that inspire the forests to dance
Dance

Dance, the dance of life
That awakens dreamy spirits
That ply the hardened sun
With softening magical spells
And in return the blushing sun
Would smile in life giving rays
And from the soil curious vegetation would raise their heads
Eager to bear witness to the magic of all

Now all this is no more
Now all this is no more

For their GODS EARTH’S BLACK BLOOD they harvest
From their metallic temples that house their sacrificial fires
Choking. Heavy. Smoke ascends
Grey hovering angels celebrating the approaching footsteps of the end
Even the silent watery giant has risen
Messenger of EARTH carrying a warning

Men take heed
One single step from me
And all that you see
Will no longer be
Learn to control your GODS
From pockets to thoughts
Or again with your disappearance you will pay for your lot
From OCEANUS messenger of EARTH
Mother to all

Comments

  1. ayy i am out of words the first time i herd audiobles poetry collection i fell in love with the way ‘The Truth’ puts words in to life i mean he puts one’s mind to in to a trans and as an artist myself he inspires me to look at life differently i want more of this guy i think South Africa needs to hear him please my brother give us an album or something i think The Truth is been underrated

    Mdu jay Twala
  2. lord i only heard this now. great awesome. i can listen to this over and over

    rhettoric makhanya

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