Maybe my eyes told you

Maybe my eyes told you
What my heart
Desperately tries to hide
As the birds chirp
And the morning mist
Makes our encounters
Seem mystical

Maybe my eyes told you
What my mind thinks
And my hand writes
In silence
At night
Away from prying eyes
Wishing it was physical

Maybe my eyes told you
That my lips
Want to meet yours
And what my skin
Longs to feel
And how real
This virtual affair is

Maybe my eyes told you
How your right hand
Would fit perfectly
In my left hand

What we all have

I found that
what I didn't have
I did have
Buried
In a shallow grave
Of self doubt
And negative thoughts
Wallowing in self pity
And I kept trampling
All over it
In my foolish search
For what I already had

It has always been there
In that shallow grave
Of neglect
Where we least expect
It to be
It is called Inner Strength
Because It Is within us

Lust

It all starts in a candle lit room
With words spoken softly
And whispers
in the rhythm
Of heartbeats
To the gentle meeting
Of willing lips
Hands intertwined
In gentle holds
That turn to firm grasps
With each kiss

To heavey breathing
And thighs wrapped
Around waists
Back against wall
And fingers caressing
The back of a poet neck
To nibbling of ears
And mumbled words
That turn to pleasure groans
Moans that curl toes

To screaming
Biting
Scratching
Pulling
Pushing
Fast
Slow
Gentle
Hard

Exhaustion

Vanilla Pudding

Nowhere is it louder
Than in my own heart
The singing of the birds
Or the dancing of words
To the rhythm
Of your heart beat
As we two step
Cheek to cheek
Holding my happiness
In your tiny hands
And your touch
Turning a grown man's
Tough appearance
Into Vanilla pudding

Venting

Your continued support and encouragement is always appreciated. I hope will all find ourselves... Todays post is me letting out my frustrations... Peace

Venting

The instances
They took the chances
To remind me
Of my skin color
Shoved their
Stinking whiteness
Down my black throat
While they desperately
Try to hold on
To a fallen regime
And dying state of mind
Trying to resuscitate
A dead monster
By feeding it
Their bitter souls

It not only
Rears its ugly head
In one horse towns
With khaki clad farmers
In their empty Double cabs
And 10 labourers at the back.
It taunts me
In shopping ques
Where N.G. Kerk housewives
In thick layered make up
That covers their insecurity
And unhappiness
Turn their noses up
And think they own the world.
And on suburban roads
Where their beer bellied husbands
Presume they always
have right of way

Or in the work place
Where their knowledge of rugby
Validates their competence
And they patronize anyone
Who doesn't know
The Blue Bulls captain
Or uses the words
"is, I,and are" correctly.
Where we are just tolerated
And will never be
Fully accepted as equals
Or anything that resembles
A decent human being
And they do all in their power
To make sure you never forget that

Whether we like it or not
Legislation only changes laws
And not hearts!

Love,peace,happyness
Les-T

Her smile

I beg the sun
Not to shine
As bright as her smile
Pleed with the stars
To lose the twinkle
In her eyes
My heart can't
Take the pain
Nor the blame
My eyes place on me
And the guilt trip dish
Memory serves me cold
As I vividly remember
The day I extinguished
Your smile

To Tshiamo

Again we have been blessed with life. My best friend and his wife had a beautiful baby boy yesterday morning. Tshiamo Mphokane was born weighing 3.5kg at about 9am on the 18th June 2012. And like me he is over the moon. he called me on the 17th at about 21h00pm complaining that he couldnt sleep(de ja vu). I on the other hand was as nervous as he was, so i wasnt much help. Now that Tshiamo is here i am even more nervous. I realise the responsibility that both me and his dad have. Not only is Theo Godfather to my daughter Kganya, Tshiamo is also my Godson. "i am the Godfather" haHAhHA...No we are not the mafia...but if you mess with our families we do have mafia tendencies..kapish*

anyway as customery here is my poem  to Tshiamo

We didnt say much
we didnt have to
because me
and your father knew
that in both our hands
your fragile hands must lay
clasping at our pinkies
with your little fingers
breathing life
into us

the silence said it all
as i held you in my arms
the lessons i have to teach you
and the many you will teach us
as we watch you grow
and we grow
into parents
friends
confidants
and shoulders to cry on

we didnt say much
we didnt have to
because what we felt
could be summed up
in one simple phrase

"Dude... we are dads"

love peace and happyness Les-T

Me and You

i miss the days
when me and my pen were one
when we would hook up
just to have fun
changing my world
one stroke at a time

now it seems like
we are distant cousins
we see each other
on special occasions
and when left alone
there is that awkward silence

i miss the days
when me and my pen were one
we went through every
hand shaking-palm sweating
throat drying situation together
changing my world
one stroke at a time



love peace and happyness
 Les-T

heart thief

she stole my heart
though sometimes I feel
like I was a willing victim
she looked into my eyes
and i gave all to her


love peace and happyness
Les-T

saved

i often return to that place
where the sunshines
only through a key hole
and the only sound
is the flickering of a lighter
with no wind to blow it out

i return there
stomach pains and hand shaking
kicking and screaming
while memory drags me
by my thoughts

i often return there
not of free will
but held hostage
by my own thoughts
reminding me of the illusion
the mirage of happiness
and instant gratification

i often return here
and when i do
i remember the loneliness
and solitude of guilt
and remember
all that i have to live for
then i am saved
love peace and happyness Les-T