Please Don't Let Go

Today I awake
Holding on to you
So you can hold on to me

Arrows

Darkness seems to call
In the shadows
Of the baby angel's arrow
Where reality
Plays cruel tricks
On those barely alive
Pulling at the arrows
Sticking out of their chests
Making it hard
To breath....

2013/10/31

They say he lost himself
In a bottle
So each time I see him
I buy him one
Hoping that
He can drink
Enough of himself back
For me to recognise him
Because The shell
I see before me
Is not the man
I used to call
my Uncle

Naledi

It might be a bit overdue...but better late than never. A little over a month ago on the 17th of June 2013,we were again blessed with the birth of  life. Naledi, my God daughter was born and this one is for all of them

To life we give thanks
Our hands
Turned soft
Strong hearts
Made gentle
Hard men
Turned by fragile faces
That light up
At the sound
Of our voices
And every word they utter
A feather
That tickles our hearts
And in their eyes
I ser hope
Like stars
That twinkle in the sky......

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It was a long day
Long enough
To fit all the sorrow
And pain
And still have space
For nothing
Still have space
For moments of emptiness
Moments that can swallow
A man whole
And spit out pieces
Of the shell
That used to be him
Yet still
At the end of the day
I find hope in the night
The darkness
Pregnant with light
And the promise of morning
A new begining

Maybe I am a dreamer

Maybe

Breathing

I wish you knew
How much it hurts
How much breathing
Has become a chore
How much each
Inhaled breath
Scrapes on the walls
Of my airways
To reach my lungs
And how each
Breath out is relief....

Fire

I always knew 
   
      We were gonna go out
   
      In a ball of fire
   
      I never counted
   
      On us being 
   
      Engulfed by the flames
   
      Leaving us both
   
      With scars 
   
      That would never heal

Worlds

She tip toes

Ever so gently on his heart

Breathing life
   
      Into his art
   
      Even though
   
      They are worlds apart
   
  
   He scribbles like a mad man
   
      Hoping the words in his poems
   
      Will bridge the gap
   
      Between their worlds
   
      Violently thrusting them
   
      Into each others arms
   
   
  He tried the gently approach
   
      And the gravity
   
      From each ones world
   
      Pulled them back
   
      As if to say
   
      This is where 
   
      They should stay
   
  
   She is better
   
      At pretending 
   
      Than he is
And accepts this fate

While he still writes

To bridge the gap

E.V.O.L

Intense
Tearing arteries
Clogging airways
Stomach churning
Appetite inhibiting
Tear jerking
Mouth drying
But still inspiring
Intense...

Like aaaaahhhhh

I love you
Like I love hip hop
I love you
Like heart beats
I love you
Like jazz
Like aaahhhhh
I love you
Like pulling hair
I love you
Like I want you
Like right now
I love you
Like soft lips
I love you
Like I need you
Like air
I love you
Like I want you
Like I need you
Like right now
Like aaaaaahhhhhhh

The Dream

It was me and u
Then me on you
Then you on me
You said love
I said love
And we made love
Our bodies Intertwined
As our hearts Like vines
We were clinging
To each other
So much
That is was hard
To see where you begin
And I end
And looking deep
Into each other’s eyes
Was the only conversation we had
It was me and u
Then me on you
Then you on me
You said love
And I said love
And we made love
To the sound
Of our heart beats
And heavy breathing……

The unsaid

the winds
whispered it to the tree tops
And the leaves
Heavey with this secret
dropped to the ground
To gossip to the soil
And make it fertile
And from that
A flower grew
And when it began to bloom
And the wind
Was blowing
In the right direction
From my heart to yours
A whisper is heard
In the rhythm
Of our heart beats
Saying silently
But loud enough
For your heart to hear
I
Love
You

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Scribbled
On the pages of time
Our ode to regret
Mosaics of the here and now
Only fragments of broken hearts
Glued together by tears
The years
Have only covered the scars
That minutes touch
And make bleed again

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Breaking Free

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I crash landed on reality
With only a pen to keep my sanity
Hand-red but still said "it wasn't me"
I always knew the pipe wasn't my destiny
Strapped hope to my shattered knee
And told it "run with me
Don't work against me, you not my enemy"
My past chained to my ankle
Please set it free
So I can run to my future
Father Let It

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The Story( famous last words)

Like mantra
I chant these words
Then hand them to loved ones
Too heavey to carry on my own
Free lotto tickets
Promising hope but seldom delivers...
The emotional pain,
Physically real with each downwards spiral
Crash landing from a costly high
Head First

I believed each word
Each time I said it
I believed each time I could do it
Each time I said it
To myself and to others
Each word as sincere
As the one before it
And I believed each one
Untill it happened again

Untill I fell
Face first
Onto the palm of my hands
                                            Again
The fall broken only
By a thick layer of tears
Flowing from the sea of regret
And these words
That are slowly losing meaning with others
But I still believe

" I'm not doing this again"

The story(the begining of the series)

The story is my way of sharing my struggle with substance abuse and addiction. The road I travelled was not an easy one. One that I didn't have to go through, no one has to go through that. I hope my sharing will help others understand and hopefully avoid this altogether. And those who are already on this path know that there is always an alternative route. A route to a better future. And that route is always available you just have to choose it.

The story is a series of poems I am working on, some new,some I wrote when I was an active addict. Poems which I had never shared with anybody. I have posted two of those poems already and have had a lot of response from people engaging me on what I was reffering to and a lot saying that they can relate. This has giving me the strenghth to look deep inside me and write about this as honestly as I can be. I try not to edit any of the poems and present them as they come...straight from the heart. It is a hard and painful process but one I think is necessary to heal.

This is my Story

To some it might read
Like a nightmare
But this
Is my life
The details of which
Might prove
Too graphic to share
Conversations hidden
In deleted text messages
Business done
In dark strange passages
But these poems are not
About any of that
Or the substances
That intoxicate men
Nor to what extent
They will go to acquire them
But its about
The life of a poet
And how he almost
Smoked it up a crack pipe
Almost lost it
To a fifty rand high

Dreams

Hold on to your dreams
Hold on tight
Because with morning
Comes the light
That fights
To rip them off your hands

Daddy's arms

Moments with you
Engraved in our hearts
Relived in your smile
Your eyes forever
Beaming with love
You are getting big
But will never outgrow
Daddy's arms

Noise-The Ultimate Exhibition

On the 2nd of Feb 2013 I had the honor and privilege of attending Lehlogonolo Mashaba's exhibition at Artspace Jhb. It was awe inspiring and so emotionally charged. The pieces came alive in that gallery. The exhibition runs until the 2nd of March2013 at Artspace, 142 Jan Smuts Ave, Parkwood. Do yourself a favor and go check it out. Well done Hlogi!!

Me and Lehlohonola grew up together in the township streets of Kwa-Thema in the East Rand. Sharing dreams and the love for art and music.It is so inspiring to see he never gave up The Dream. Through hard work and dedication anything is possible. Respect!!

This is how the experts described his exhibition "Engaging with information culture, Mashaba assimilates the ambiguous presence of found text into primal human forms. The laboursome process of cutting relief prints, re-cut on paper and re-assembled, draws attention to hand made processes and the strength and frailty of the human body faced by digital technology"

And this is how I saw it

Noise-The Ultimate Exhibition

A noise so loud
It felt silent
Each pen stroke
Alive with energy
Broken links
Attached by gentle strokes
Commanding attention
Demanding to be seen
but most of all, heard

The pieces held my hand
As I walked in
They spoke to me
And told me their story
Of how sometimes
You need to breakdown
                          To rebuild
You need to deconstruct
To construct
And make noise
          To be heard

The story(The day after The night before)

The day after the Friday night
I think it was a Tuesday afternoon
I had curled myself up in a blanket
On top of a soiled mattress in the corner of a room
Hiding my shame in folded arms
My dignity left with the weight I shed
I shared my spirit with the devil
And he was done with me
                                            For now
Still in a daze,asked to vacate the premises
Because my funds were now insufficient
Not enough to warrant my stay
The money I spent meant nothing now
Because I didn't have anymore
No more smiles or calling me "Mr"
All I heard was "my friend,you have to go now"

I was half the man I was
When I walked in
T-shirt sagging
Pants falling
Even when the belt is adjusted
To the last possible hole
Lips dry and burnt
Hands dirty
Vision blurry
I could barely drive

The sun shined too bright that day
Intent on exposing the sins I committed
And tried to hide by playing cool
While inside I felt naked
Like everybody I passed on the roads
Can see what I had done
I was a couple of blocks from home
But it felt like I was miles away

The story

It was one of those Friday night's
That turn into Sunday mornings
When you are awoken by the strong stench
Of last night's beer
The darkness thick
And promising to conceal
All done under its cover
The star's twinkle
Was particularly dim tonight
The moonlight
Seem to only shine
On the evil that lurked
Like wolves waiting
To pounce on any dream
That dared rear its head
Wolves in sheeps clothes
Promising an unforgettable night
For just R50
Neatly packaged in a small plastic
To stop the "fun" from escaping
They don't tell you
That its only fun once
And the rest of the time
You will spend chasing it
R50 after R50after R50
And it will always stay one step ahead of you
And everytime you think you about to get it
It will elude you
And the more you chase it
The further away it becomes
Yet the wolves keep this false hope alive
Trading a packet for a dream
R50 is the retail price for your soul
And on this particular night
My spirit was up for sale
With me as the agent
My commission in a plastic bag...

Beautiful,Inside

Someone lied to her
Told her poets are in demand
So she started buildings walls
Around hers with status updates
And peeing on every corner
Of his virtual world
To fend off groupies
And mark her territory
Litlle did she know
Groupies are for mindless jerks
That sing RNB
Whose abs have more talent
Than they will ever have
For poets
There are no red carpets
Rolled out
Our only fans, other poets
And 'ugly' chicks
Rocking natural fro's
Who have more brain
Than 'looks'
Beautiful
Inside

Cyber crush/ed

I stalked her facebook profile
"Liked" her status updates
Hanged on her every word
Her thoughts my noose
Drooled all over her pictures
Retweeted her tweets
DM'ed compliments
To get her attention
Tagged her on my posts
Mentioned her on my tweets

Ran into her at the shops
The other day
We looked straight at each other
She leaned forward to embrace
I opened my arms
In shock
She pulled back
And was like
"Sorry man,
Can you pass me
The 2litre coke behind you"
Cleared my throat
And passed
Realising she doesn't know me
I went to buy bread
But came back
With a broken heart