There is something about being alive
That only "Alive" people do
And they try to teach the living dead
Firmly on their shoulders rests their heads
Their hearts, heavy only with anticipation
There is something about being alive
That only "Alive" people do
Its called
Living
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This is My journey of self discovery as a writer,poet,artist,husband,father,lover and human being
Monday, October 17, 2011
Sunday, October 16, 2011
It was said before
But I feel the need
To say it again
We are not worldly beings
Trying to be spiritual
Rather
We are spiritual beings
Endeavoring to stay strong
But I feel the need
To say it again
We are not worldly beings
Trying to be spiritual
Rather
We are spiritual beings
Endeavoring to stay strong
At what point
Do we lose ourselves
And forget who we are
At what point
Are we at peace
With the light within us dying
And extinguish the core
Of who we are
Blatantly
Publicly
Stabbing at it
And denying it
Like Judas did Jesus
But what we are denying
Is ourselves
We are spiritual beings
And we need to embrace it
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Thursday, September 15, 2011
Find me
Find me amongst the stars
I am the one twinkling with all its might
Not as bright as the rest
But trying to find my way
Find me
I am the diamond in the rough
Waiting to be discovered
I am the virgin bride with a vale
Waiting to be uncovered
I am the poem in your heart
Waiting to be written
I am the love unsaid
From a teenage boy smitten
I am that song in your head
That just won't go away
I am that girl next door
You drool over every day
I am the dream
That you still need to dream
Find me
Find me amongst the stars
I'm the one twinkling with all its might
Not as bright as the rest
But trying to find my way
Find me
I am the husband and father
Trying to make ends meet
I am the homeless boy or girl
Who grovels and begs at your feet
I am the single parent
Who gives all to his kids
I am the little girl
Who dreams of being on tv
I am the boy in headphones
Who lives for the beat
I am the bare feet township
Playing soccer in the street
Find me
Find me amongst the stars
I'm the one twinkling with all its might
Not as bright as the rest
But trying to find my way
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Thursday, September 8, 2011
how i started writing
I could tell you
How on a beautiful summer's night
The words came to me
Pouring down like summer rain.
How they forced their way
Not in me,but through me
How they planted a seed in my mind
And pushed to be birthed on paper
How i didnt choose to be a poet
but poetry chose me
How on that night
i wrote my first poem ever
And it was perfect
Every word
Exactly where it had to be
And how these words
Spoke to me
And still do
I could tell you
how magical
and mysterious
The moment was
But i would be lying
The Truth is
i started writing poetry
to impress a girl...
The only thing magical about it
was the stolen stares in class
or when she looked into my eyes
and how slow time would tick by
when we were talking
This has no fairy-tale ending
I didnt get the girl
we didnt ride off into the sunset
But I
Fell
Inlove
With
Poetry
And
It
With
Me
How on a beautiful summer's night
The words came to me
Pouring down like summer rain.
How they forced their way
Not in me,but through me
How they planted a seed in my mind
And pushed to be birthed on paper
How i didnt choose to be a poet
but poetry chose me
How on that night
i wrote my first poem ever
And it was perfect
Every word
Exactly where it had to be
And how these words
Spoke to me
And still do
I could tell you
how magical
and mysterious
The moment was
But i would be lying
The Truth is
i started writing poetry
to impress a girl...
The only thing magical about it
was the stolen stares in class
or when she looked into my eyes
and how slow time would tick by
when we were talking
This has no fairy-tale ending
I didnt get the girl
we didnt ride off into the sunset
But I
Fell
Inlove
With
Poetry
And
It
With
Me
Friday, July 22, 2011
When the sirens stop
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Your humble messenger...
Love Peace Happyness
Les-T
When the sirens stop
And the smoke clears
When the hurrying feet
Finally come to rest
When the dust settles
Will our fists
Stay indefinitely raised
Or will we some day
Unclench our hands!!!
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Wednesday, July 20, 2011
Me,you
All that is
All that be
All that was
Is within me
All that is
Within me
Is
You
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All that be
All that was
Is within me
All that is
Within me
Is
You
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Friday, July 1, 2011
Pleasing you?
This is a piece I am still working on will post the finished piece when it comes to me! Have a blessed weekend.
Love Peace Happyness
Love Peace Happyness
2011 05 17
Les-T
Maybe I should recite my poems naked
Or write them on a naked woman's body
Maybe if I suggest sexuality in each
I could get your attention
Would you find it disgusting
If I wrote a beautiful piece on a hideous body
Will I be critic on my work
Or the medium I chose to present it on
Would it be bad because it failed to give you a hard on
I sometimes wish poems were written
On a piece of toilet paper
So they are kept short
And can only be recited once
And the only thing recyclable
About them is the paper they are written on..
TBC
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Friday, June 24, 2011
A poem About Everyone
Greetings
I hope today's poem touches you like I was touched when i read the story of an infant who was tossed down a toilet pit and subsequently burnt with newspapers by her own mother. I hope we all find a little love within each of us and show it to the next. a smile goes a long way. Lets show a little love. LETS ALL SCREAM....WE ARE HUMAN!!!!!
Love peace Happyness
Les-T
A Poem About Everyone
I woke up this morning
Thinking how perfect life is
How perfect life is with you
And it made me want to write
A poem about love
About how love
Makes all things possible
Makes all things bearable
How it gives my pen
The charge it needs
To electrify a page
And gives my words
The power to capture your attention…
I wanted to write a poem
I carried on the rest of the day
With this train of thought
Bought into this idea
That with someone to love
Above all else
A smile, a page
A friendly face
And a warm embrace
The world is a beautiful place
A beautiful blank page
Waiting to be painted
With “Dreams come True”
And a candy coated reality…
I wanted to write a poem
I still want to write a poem
A poem about love
About tranquil trees
And beautiful flowers
About showers of hugs and kisses
For every little kid
But between pad and paper
Lies a thick layer of “here and now”
Unkempt promises
That make mothers frown
Smiles being wiped off kids’ faces
With each tear that runs down their cheeks
And keeps me from writing
But I want to write a poem
I want to write a poem
A poem about love
A poem about how
“You can do whatever
You put your mind to”
I told this to my little brother
And he said
“I guess no one ever wanted
To end world suffering”
I said maybe
The world is too big
To fit inside one man’s mind
Maybe if we collectively “put our minds to it”
Our hearts and hands will follow suit…
It’s our hearts and hands
That hate, that clench
That grab, that brutally hit
That indecently assault
That hold down rape victims
That muzzle the screams of infants
That throw them down toilet pits
That dump them in rubbish bins
Or bury them in shallow graves
Its our hearts that keep us as slaves
That chains our hands
That stops us from loving
From writing our young ones
A new tomorrow
I want to write a poem
A poem about love
About how our hearts and hands
Hold and caress
Support and protect
How fathers are neither
Suspects nor pedophiles
I want to write a poem
About how mothers love unconditionally
I want to write this poem
About me and about you
About every little child
I want to write this poem with a smile
Holding hearts and hands
I want to write this poem
About everyone
And not just a chosen few
I hope today's poem touches you like I was touched when i read the story of an infant who was tossed down a toilet pit and subsequently burnt with newspapers by her own mother. I hope we all find a little love within each of us and show it to the next. a smile goes a long way. Lets show a little love. LETS ALL SCREAM....WE ARE HUMAN!!!!!
Love peace Happyness
Les-T
A Poem About Everyone
I woke up this morning
Thinking how perfect life is
How perfect life is with you
And it made me want to write
A poem about love
About how love
Makes all things possible
Makes all things bearable
How it gives my pen
The charge it needs
To electrify a page
And gives my words
The power to capture your attention…
I wanted to write a poem
I carried on the rest of the day
With this train of thought
Bought into this idea
That with someone to love
Above all else
A smile, a page
A friendly face
And a warm embrace
The world is a beautiful place
A beautiful blank page
Waiting to be painted
With “Dreams come True”
And a candy coated reality…
I wanted to write a poem
I still want to write a poem
A poem about love
About tranquil trees
And beautiful flowers
About showers of hugs and kisses
For every little kid
But between pad and paper
Lies a thick layer of “here and now”
Unkempt promises
That make mothers frown
Smiles being wiped off kids’ faces
With each tear that runs down their cheeks
And keeps me from writing
But I want to write a poem
I want to write a poem
A poem about love
A poem about how
“You can do whatever
You put your mind to”
I told this to my little brother
And he said
“I guess no one ever wanted
To end world suffering”
I said maybe
The world is too big
To fit inside one man’s mind
Maybe if we collectively “put our minds to it”
Our hearts and hands will follow suit…
It’s our hearts and hands
That hate, that clench
That grab, that brutally hit
That indecently assault
That hold down rape victims
That muzzle the screams of infants
That throw them down toilet pits
That dump them in rubbish bins
Or bury them in shallow graves
Its our hearts that keep us as slaves
That chains our hands
That stops us from loving
From writing our young ones
A new tomorrow
I want to write a poem
A poem about love
About how our hearts and hands
Hold and caress
Support and protect
How fathers are neither
Suspects nor pedophiles
I want to write a poem
About how mothers love unconditionally
I want to write this poem
About me and about you
About every little child
I want to write this poem with a smile
Holding hearts and hands
I want to write this poem
About everyone
And not just a chosen few
Wednesday, June 22, 2011
Idle minds get maimed after sunset
Greetings
Thank you to all 917 of you who have viewed my blog.I hope you have enjoyed it and it has somehow inspired you to find your voice.Please continue visiting there will be regular updates of the blog.I encourage you to leave you comments, register to get updates sent to your e-mail by filling in your e-mail address above and click submit.
The poem today was first published in the reunitedsiblings' 3rd anthology "Alliance ya batlhanka".It was a great experience working with the siblings and being one "ya bathlanka".To get yourself a copy e-mail Wesley Pepper at wesleypepper@gmail.com.
Idle minds
18 hundred hours
Loyal sheep flock to the slaughter
Anxiously waiting to be IN FORMED
Their conscience formed
In the square images of their idols
Artificial smiles predict
What soap is best suited for the night
This is not goodnight
But an awakening of digital zombies
Who don’t see the light
Hypnotised by flash-lights
True disciples of the lime light
Idle minds get maimed after sunset
As they standby and watch
20 hundred hours
Loyal sheep flock to the slaughter
Ingesting every blood thick second like it was water
My heart bleeds for the soil’s sons and daughters
Walk barefoot feel the earth beneath your feet
We’re caught between a rock and a hard place
Where society judges on looks
Idle minds get maimed after sunset
And the devil is a book
As they merge with the images
That march like soldiers
On an un-awakened earth
Viciously raping virgin minds
That survived land mines
Don’t forget
Idle minds get maimed after sunset
With lethal graphic assault
Urban warriors stay alert
Armed with pads and pens
Explosive poems that reawaken the masses
Our forefathers burned the passes
Defied the powers that be
I be
The monotonous voice
That longs to haunt you
Every time you “click-click”
Quick-quick
Rise from your self induced slumber
Listen to one of the many voices in the wind
Blown over the continent
Like dead ashes over the sea
Remember
Idle minds get maimed after sunset
I could carry on writing
But the sun is setting
On unsuspecting minds
Its getting dark
I can hardly see my lines
The grim reaper is warming up
I’m running out of time
Shit 17hundred hours
And these are the days of our lives.
Thank you to all 917 of you who have viewed my blog.I hope you have enjoyed it and it has somehow inspired you to find your voice.Please continue visiting there will be regular updates of the blog.I encourage you to leave you comments, register to get updates sent to your e-mail by filling in your e-mail address above and click submit.
The poem today was first published in the reunitedsiblings' 3rd anthology "Alliance ya batlhanka".It was a great experience working with the siblings and being one "ya bathlanka".To get yourself a copy e-mail Wesley Pepper at wesleypepper@gmail.com.
Idle minds
18 hundred hours
Loyal sheep flock to the slaughter
Anxiously waiting to be IN FORMED
Their conscience formed
In the square images of their idols
Artificial smiles predict
What soap is best suited for the night
This is not goodnight
But an awakening of digital zombies
Who don’t see the light
Hypnotised by flash-lights
True disciples of the lime light
Idle minds get maimed after sunset
As they standby and watch
20 hundred hours
Loyal sheep flock to the slaughter
Ingesting every blood thick second like it was water
My heart bleeds for the soil’s sons and daughters
Walk barefoot feel the earth beneath your feet
We’re caught between a rock and a hard place
Where society judges on looks
Idle minds get maimed after sunset
And the devil is a book
As they merge with the images
That march like soldiers
On an un-awakened earth
Viciously raping virgin minds
That survived land mines
Don’t forget
Idle minds get maimed after sunset
With lethal graphic assault
Urban warriors stay alert
Armed with pads and pens
Explosive poems that reawaken the masses
Our forefathers burned the passes
Defied the powers that be
I be
The monotonous voice
That longs to haunt you
Every time you “click-click”
Quick-quick
Rise from your self induced slumber
Listen to one of the many voices in the wind
Blown over the continent
Like dead ashes over the sea
Remember
Idle minds get maimed after sunset
I could carry on writing
But the sun is setting
On unsuspecting minds
Its getting dark
I can hardly see my lines
The grim reaper is warming up
I’m running out of time
Shit 17hundred hours
And these are the days of our lives.
Monday, June 20, 2011
Cursed
Greetings
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Love Peace Happyness
Les-T
CURSED
My children are cursed
An unborn forsaken seed
Semen of the beast
With twisted tongues
And no claim to language
And 'they' ask
What they took from me
And I wrote this piece in English
My children are cursed
With fading root lines
And too much white lines
Brain washed by white lies
Propaganda in an electronic box
Subliminally fed to their minds
Through your Tel lie Vision screens
Visions scary
Future seems hurried
Of the present we are weary
And still they ask
What they took from me
And I wrote this piece in English
My children were cursed
When we traded our animal skin for cloth
Our spears for guns
Our locks for straight hair
Our rituals for sermons
With pale-faced missionaries
Masked with the black book
False prophets that civilised
‘The uncouth animals’
With false promises
At the cost of their land
And they still ask
What they took from me
And I wrote this in English
My children are cursed
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Love Peace Happyness
Les-T
CURSED
My children are cursed
An unborn forsaken seed
Semen of the beast
With twisted tongues
And no claim to language
And 'they' ask
What they took from me
And I wrote this piece in English
My children are cursed
With fading root lines
And too much white lines
Brain washed by white lies
Propaganda in an electronic box
Subliminally fed to their minds
Through your Tel lie Vision screens
Visions scary
Future seems hurried
Of the present we are weary
And still they ask
What they took from me
And I wrote this piece in English
My children were cursed
When we traded our animal skin for cloth
Our spears for guns
Our locks for straight hair
Our rituals for sermons
With pale-faced missionaries
Masked with the black book
False prophets that civilised
‘The uncouth animals’
With false promises
At the cost of their land
And they still ask
What they took from me
And I wrote this in English
My children are cursed
Tuesday, June 14, 2011
genesis
GENESIS
LES-T
I would’ve called him Genesis coz he was my first
He would’ve killed my arch nemesis with just one verse
Have the crowd hanging on his every word
The first always means the world
From the first day at school
To my first cigarette pull
The first kiss I got after school
First time I felt a girl’s breast was by the pool
Still remember the first time I got laid
Or what I bought when I first got paid
I would’ve called him Genesis coz he was my first
He would’ve killed my arch nemesis with just one verse
The perfect daddy’s little man
We would walk to the park hand in hand
Teach him the little I know about art
Remind him of the day we saw he could stand
But when she fell pregnant she didn’t understand
She was scared of what her parents would say once she started showing
So she had an abortion without me knowing
And took away my first
LES-T
I would’ve called him Genesis coz he was my first
He would’ve killed my arch nemesis with just one verse
Have the crowd hanging on his every word
The first always means the world
From the first day at school
To my first cigarette pull
The first kiss I got after school
First time I felt a girl’s breast was by the pool
Still remember the first time I got laid
Or what I bought when I first got paid
I would’ve called him Genesis coz he was my first
He would’ve killed my arch nemesis with just one verse
The perfect daddy’s little man
We would walk to the park hand in hand
Teach him the little I know about art
Remind him of the day we saw he could stand
But when she fell pregnant she didn’t understand
She was scared of what her parents would say once she started showing
So she had an abortion without me knowing
And took away my first
Friday, June 10, 2011
This is a color picture of Jennifer Mars please help find her
My prayers go out to the Mars family. Let us all put our efforts together and help this family find their daughter!
Love Peace Happyness
Les-T
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Fw: To My Love
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From: "Lesley Masenya" <LesleyMasenya@flysaa.com>
Date: Fri, 10 Jun 2011 14:33:36 +0200
To: <lest560@mobileemail.vodafonesa.co.za>
Subject: To My Love
I did not know that love lives
Walks and breathes life
Into dying flowers
Holds hands with the fallen
Wipes their tears
And disinfects their fears
With each soothing kiss
How
Could
I
Miss
All this
I did not know that love eats
At the un-mentioned doubt
Until its skeletons shout
“I believe”
I didn’t know it feeds
On every stolen kiss
And silent stare
Until something was amiss
How
Could
I
Miss
All this
I did not know that love reprimands
Has a firm grip on things,
That beyond the fairies
The butterflies in stomachs
Cloud 9
Love has a realistic high
With both feet on the ground
How
Could
I
Miss
All this
I did not know that love has me
Clasped with both hands
Cushioning me against
The world’s blows
Not letting harm come my way
I did not know that love has a name
As beautiful as hope
I did not know love was human
I did not know
That love
Was
You
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T Daka (Chairman)*, JP Ndhlovu*, Y Kwinana*, SP Mzimela*
*Non Executive
Company Secretary – SAA Corporate
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Wednesday, June 8, 2011
Dear Crack
Sometimes honesty is hard. Especially if you have to be honest with yourself.
Love peace Happyness
Les-T
Love peace Happyness
Les-T
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From: "Lesley Masenya" <LesleyMasenya@flysaa.com>
Date: Wed, 8 Jun 2011 14:05:16 +0200
To: <lest560@mobileemail.vodafonesa.co.za>
Subject:
Dear crack
Lesley Masenya
When we met, you made me feel on top of the world
A feeling that was short lived
And I later learned could never be attained again
You promised pleasure
But never spoke of the pain
And it was the pain you caused
That brought me back to you again and again and again
Sounds stupid now I admit
But you convinced me you’ll take it all away
Little did I know that when you said “all”
You meant my furniture, my career, my loved ones
And everything that made me ,me
You took my passion for art
And replaced it with your greedy, selfish desire
For instant gratification
All I lived for was to satisfy this desire
Disregarded my morals
And didn’t care
You took all that I have
All that I am
Now that I have left
Why won’t you leave me alone
Is all that I gave not enough?
I say “gave”
Because now I realize that is what I did
I “gave’ you power over me
I “gave” away my money to be with you
I ‘gave’ you my house goods
You never took what wasn’t given to you
After all that you still won’t let me be
You still haunt my dreams
And I have to constantly stop myself
From thinking about you
What we had wasn’t healthy
It left me broken
Feeling like half the man I should be
And every time
I tried to leave
And, you somehow
Lured me back to you
It left me weak
And uncertain of my future
Now that I have the strength
To stand up and leave
You still trying trying to drag me back
To the gutter that I have freed myself from
If I had the means
I would throw you
And anything related to you
Into a bottomless abyss
So no one else
Can lay their hands on you
(to be continued)
Lesley Masenya | Chief Planner | Planning Support - SAA Technical
Mobile: 082 413 7568 | 
Phone: +2711-978-2061 | 
Fax: +2711-978-2285 | 
E-Mail: LesleyMasenya@flysaa.com
Room 257, 2nd Floor, Hangar 8, SAA Technical, OR Tambo International Airport- Johannesburg- South Africa
Directors:
T Daka (Chairman)*, JP Ndhlovu*, Y Kwinana*, SP Mzimela*
*Non Executive
Company Secretary – SAA Corporate
SAA Technical (Pty) Ltd Reg. No. 1999/024058/07
Monday, June 6, 2011
Fw: Untitled
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From: "Lesley Masenya" <LesleyMasenya@flysaa.com>
Date: Mon, 6 Jun 2011 13:00:03 +0200
To: <lest560@mobileemail.vodafonesa.co.za>
Subject: Untitled
Happy Monday Inspired Beings
Love Peace Happyness
Les-T
Untitled
Les-T Da Last Souljah
That’s all he thinks about
The raw of the crowd
Him spitting those words
That says what his about
Mic in one hand
Them nodding like they understand
His the only one feeling the pain
But his on stage pouring his heart out again
Screaming at the top of his voice
‘let it rain’
That’s all he thinks about
The pain of these words as they come out
The words staring at him and shout
As he pages through his little black book
Words giving him the look
Pages worn out like an old bible
This is his only source of survival
Spot light getting too hot again
Him standing there thinking
‘let it rain’
Directors:
T Daka (Chairman)*, JP Ndhlovu*, Y Kwinana*, SP Mzimela*
*Non Executive
Company Secretary – SAA Corporate
SAA Technical (Pty) Ltd Reg. No. 1999/024058/07
Friday, June 3, 2011
Fw: African Warriors
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From: "Lesley Masenya" <LesleyMasenya@flysaa.com>
Date: Fri, 3 Jun 2011 11:55:17 +0200
To: <lest560@mobileemail.vodafonesa.co.za>
Subject: African Warriors
Good Day all
It has been brought to my attention that the Picture could not be viewed by a lot of people. Our Technical department is workin on it and promise to re post the picture on Monday…please accept our sincere apology…hope you enjoy the weekend and the next piece….
Stay Inspired
Les-T
African warriors
Les-T
My pen bleeds
When I think
Of all these unwanted seeds
Conceived through
One moment of passion
Now cast away like weeds
Left to fend for themselves
In this garbage bin of life
It's hard to survive in the urban
Wearing you poverty like a turban
How do you feel within
When they seek
A better day in your rubbish bin
Fighting off the cold with their naked skin
The latest edition of the SOWETAN
As their only weapon
They’re all African warriors within
With blunt spears
Trying to stab their grim reality
Chanting their songs of war
On cardboards
“No food
No clothes”
Fixed at the corner
Of your roads like billboards
Watching the lives
They wish they had drive past
My pen bleeds
When I think of all these unwanted seeds
Conceived through one moment of passion
Now cast away like weeds
Left to fend for themselves
Father-less
My father also left me
With one pair of shoes
And I knew I was destined to lose
I called him and he told me
He had nothing to lose
Like my existence wasn’t good enough
My pen bleeds
'Cos I feel their vibe
My pen bleeds
'Cos I am a part of that tribe
My pen bleeds
'Cos their situation
Is unlike my rhymes
Unrehearsed yet versed
In broken dreams
And silent screams
And
My heart cries
Because this situation will not end
Before my ink dries
Lesley Masenya | Chief Planner | Planning Support - SAA Technical
Mobile: 082 413 7568 | 
Phone: +2711-978-2061 | 
Fax: +2711-978-2285 | 
E-Mail: LesleyMasenya@flysaa.com
Room 257, 2nd Floor, Hangar 8, SAA Technical, OR Tambo International Airport- Johannesburg- South Africa
Directors:
T Daka (Chairman)*, JP Ndhlovu*, Y Kwinana*, SP Mzimela*
*Non Executive
Company Secretary – SAA Corporate
SAA Technical (Pty) Ltd Reg. No. 1999/024058/07
STRENGTH-oil on canvas
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From: "Lesley Masenya" <LesleyMasenya@flysaa.com>
Date: Fri, 3 Jun 2011 10:51:49 +0200
To: <lest560@mobileemail.vodafonesa.co.za>
Subject: STRENGTH-oil on canvas
This is a painting I entitled Strength. I found peace and strength from doing this painting
It’s a my interpretation of a photo of the legendary Abdullah Ibrahim. I did at a time when I
Had an internal struggle with self tryin to find me
The text on the left read:
Brave
Are those
That can
Stand up
Against
Themselves
And win
Rage against
Darkness
And sin
The text on the right reads:
Strapped hope
To my
Shattered
Knee
And
Told
It
“run
With
Me”
Directors:
T Daka (Chairman)*, JP Ndhlovu*, Y Kwinana*, SP Mzimela*
*Non Executive
Company Secretary – SAA Corporate
SAA Technical (Pty) Ltd Reg. No. 1999/024058/07
Thursday, June 2, 2011
: Tribute To My Ex
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From: "Lesley Masenya" <LesleyMasenya@flysaa.com>
Date: Fri, 3 Jun 2011 08:55:30 +0200
To: <lest560@mobileemail.vodafonesa.co.za>
Subject: FW: Tribute To My Ex
This is one of my friends’ favourite piece that I wrote. Well Mxolisi “MTN” Nkonde I have it posted.
Tribute to my ex
Les T
Forever is a very long time
And time has a way of changing things
They told me
And it rings true
When I think of the times me and you
Used to take long walks
Through taxi ranks and shacks
Whilst holding hands
And thought it was romantic
Then things got hectic
And you told me
You don’t love me
Anymore
But baby remember the time
We were dripping in sweat
Me inside you
You inside me
You said love
I said love
And we made love
Promised forever
Forever will be together
Remember the times
We used to fight and reconcile
Kiss and make up
We put it down in poetry
Called it
‘Bliss this misery’
And laughed about it
I hate the memories these grey skies bring
It was raining when I bought you that ring
Asked you to be my wife
And you couldn’t imagine life
Without me
But baby you should’ve told me
That your forever was just 2 years
And spared me the tears
The heartache
And headaches the after
You should’ve told me
That the ‘we means us’
These vows were written on water
And spared me the bullshit forever after
You could’ve spared me
The money I used
To buy that symbol of ‘our love’
That you so conveniently lost
Do you know how much that ring cost?
You could’ve spared me
The embarrassment and humiliation
Of having to tell my parents
We have broken up
Three days before kentsa magadi*
Imagine rakgadi**
Looking at me with those big eyes
Asking me what happened
And I couldn’t answer
You could’ve spared me
The ‘aagh shame Joe are you ok’
I got from my boys
Who didn’t know what else to say
You could’ve spared me
But you didn’t
Now I had to find me peace
Through poetry
Like we said
'Its bliss this misery'
You were my Sun Goddess
And I guess
I was just Icarus
Who flew too close to the sun!
*kentsa magadi---pay lobola
**rakgadi---Aunt
Directors:
T Daka (Chairman)*, JP Ndhlovu*, Y Kwinana*, SP Mzimela*
*Non Executive
Company Secretary – SAA Corporate
SAA Technical (Pty) Ltd Reg. No. 1999/024058/07
THE PIECE
LES-T
I wrote this piece
To give you a piece of mine
To give you a piece of my mind
A piece of my soul
A piece of the many pieces
Of my shattered heart
With this one piece
I wrote this piece
On my quest for peace
With a piece in one hand
White doves in mind
A piece of paper on my lap
Skeletons in the closet
As I contemplate my exit
With this one piece
Will I leave this world in one piece?
Or with one last piece
That chronicles a piece
Of my existence
My conscience
Just won’t rest in peace
Until I write just one last piece
I wrote this piece
In search of that super piece
A piece that supersedes all pieces
And helps me cheat death
As I ride the wave of eternity
On the burning page
Of that one piece
As I follow the steps
Of a past sage
With this one piece
I will write this piece
Until I find my inner peace
And write that piece
‘Cause it is my life
Or live on a page
And die on stage
With a mic in my hand
While I search
For that one piece
LES-T
I wrote this piece
To give you a piece of mine
To give you a piece of my mind
A piece of my soul
A piece of the many pieces
Of my shattered heart
With this one piece
I wrote this piece
On my quest for peace
With a piece in one hand
White doves in mind
A piece of paper on my lap
Skeletons in the closet
As I contemplate my exit
With this one piece
Will I leave this world in one piece?
Or with one last piece
That chronicles a piece
Of my existence
My conscience
Just won’t rest in peace
Until I write just one last piece
I wrote this piece
In search of that super piece
A piece that supersedes all pieces
And helps me cheat death
As I ride the wave of eternity
On the burning page
Of that one piece
As I follow the steps
Of a past sage
With this one piece
I will write this piece
Until I find my inner peace
And write that piece
‘Cause it is my life
Or live on a page
And die on stage
With a mic in my hand
While I search
For that one piece
Wednesday, June 1, 2011
No Talking On the Dance Floor
Ok i swear this is the last poem i am posting that a friend of mine requests. This is not Studio Mix, no more Dedications.
No talking on the dance floor
Les-T(da Last Souljah)
They danced the night away
Proclaimed undying love on the dance floor that day
Deep house got them in a trance
She had never felt so much romance
She was 17 and he was 24
But there’s no talking on the dance floor
She wanted to leave but he wanted more
Dj mixing like never before
She says I have to go
He says its 3.30 stay till 4
And there’s no talking on the dance floor
They danced the night away
He twisted her arm on the dance floor that day
Green bottles got the best of her in a way
She fell in love on the dance floor that day
She fell for his lies and a lot more that day
She couldn’t see her friends anywhere
He said where do you stay I’ll take you there
But there’s no talking on the dance floor
So he said lets move closer to the door
They got one last drink from the bar
Cos he was taking her home in his fancy car
He played that song in the car once more
Made them feel like they on the dance floor
The road didn’t look familiar anymore
She tried to tell him
But he said shh… there’s no talking on the dance floor
As they walked up the stairs hand in hand
She staggered and realized she could hardly stand
Laughed it off and sang that song again
He said are you ok there’s just one more floor
She smiled and whispered
There’s no talking on the dance floor
He carried her the rest of the way
And into his flat and offered a drink she said I’m ok
He played that song and they started dancing again
She felt he was her knight in shining armor
The one who took her pain away
They started kissing had that song on repeat
They made what she thought was sweet love to a deep house beat
He went down on her and even kissed her feet
Her attempt to ask if he had a rubber before the score
Were silenced by his finger on her lips and….
There’s no talking on the dance floor
He struggled to get it in but she was willing
She felt the pain but couldn’t ignore the feeling
She wanted him and he wanted her
So they let the necessary occur
They danced the night away
She lost her virginity that way
The way he moved and touched her brought them to climax
Her innocence and inexperience reminded him of his ex
Or should I say his last conquest
But there no talking on the dance floor
As he took her to the taxi rank in the morning
He said he was late for work and would call her
You would think she had bruised knees
The many times she fell for his lies
As she turned to kiss him
She took what was to be the last stare into his deceitful eyes
All she ever got from the man she thought cared
Was a beautiful baby boy, twenty rands taxi fare
And a cd of that beautiful song
That made everything seem right that was just so wrong
This is how she lost everything her parents had worked for
But there’s no talking on the dance floor.
No talking on the dance floor
Les-T(da Last Souljah)
They danced the night away
Proclaimed undying love on the dance floor that day
Deep house got them in a trance
She had never felt so much romance
She was 17 and he was 24
But there’s no talking on the dance floor
She wanted to leave but he wanted more
Dj mixing like never before
She says I have to go
He says its 3.30 stay till 4
And there’s no talking on the dance floor
They danced the night away
He twisted her arm on the dance floor that day
Green bottles got the best of her in a way
She fell in love on the dance floor that day
She fell for his lies and a lot more that day
She couldn’t see her friends anywhere
He said where do you stay I’ll take you there
But there’s no talking on the dance floor
So he said lets move closer to the door
They got one last drink from the bar
Cos he was taking her home in his fancy car
He played that song in the car once more
Made them feel like they on the dance floor
The road didn’t look familiar anymore
She tried to tell him
But he said shh… there’s no talking on the dance floor
As they walked up the stairs hand in hand
She staggered and realized she could hardly stand
Laughed it off and sang that song again
He said are you ok there’s just one more floor
She smiled and whispered
There’s no talking on the dance floor
He carried her the rest of the way
And into his flat and offered a drink she said I’m ok
He played that song and they started dancing again
She felt he was her knight in shining armor
The one who took her pain away
They started kissing had that song on repeat
They made what she thought was sweet love to a deep house beat
He went down on her and even kissed her feet
Her attempt to ask if he had a rubber before the score
Were silenced by his finger on her lips and….
There’s no talking on the dance floor
He struggled to get it in but she was willing
She felt the pain but couldn’t ignore the feeling
She wanted him and he wanted her
So they let the necessary occur
They danced the night away
She lost her virginity that way
The way he moved and touched her brought them to climax
Her innocence and inexperience reminded him of his ex
Or should I say his last conquest
But there no talking on the dance floor
As he took her to the taxi rank in the morning
He said he was late for work and would call her
You would think she had bruised knees
The many times she fell for his lies
As she turned to kiss him
She took what was to be the last stare into his deceitful eyes
All she ever got from the man she thought cared
Was a beautiful baby boy, twenty rands taxi fare
And a cd of that beautiful song
That made everything seem right that was just so wrong
This is how she lost everything her parents had worked for
But there’s no talking on the dance floor.
Monday, May 30, 2011
Message to the Messengers
Today I thought it only fitting to pay tribute to the Great Gil Scott-Heron who passed the weekend.He was a legend and his spirit lives on. To all Mcees,writers,poets,artist,and all creative beings "keep the nerve" and keep Gil Scott-Heron Alive....(April 1, 1949 – May 27, 2011)
and remember "The Revolution Will Not Be televised" as it lives and breaths inside you.
R.I.P Gilbert "Gil" Scott-Heron (April 1, 1949 – May 27, 2011)
Message to the Messengers
Gil Scott-Heron
Hey, yeah, we the same brothas from a long time ago
We was talkin' about television and doin' it on the radio
What we did was to help our generation realize
They had to get out there and get busy cause it wasn't gonna be televised
We got respect for you rappers and the way they be free-weighin'
But if you're gon' be teachin' folks things, make sure you know what you're sayin'
Older folks in our neighborhood got plenty of know-how
Remember if it wasn't for them, you wouldn't be out here now
And I ain't comin' at you with no disrespect
All I'm sayin' is that you damn well got to be correct
Because if you're gonna be speakin' for a whole generation
And you know enough to try and handle their education
Be sure you know the real deal about past situations
It ain't just repeatin' what you heard on the local TV stations
...Sometimes they tell lies and put 'em in a truthful disguise
But the truth is that's why we said it wouldn't be televised
They don't know what to say to our young folks, but they know that you do
And if they really knew the truth...why would they tell you?
The first sign is peace, tell all them gun totin' young brothas
That the man is glad to see us out there killin' one another
We raised too much hell when they was shootin' us down
So they started poisoning our minds tryin' to jerk us all around
And then they tell us they got to come in and control our situation
They want half of us on dope and the other half in incarceration
If the ones they want dead ain't killed by what they instigated
They put some dope on a brotha's body and claim it was drug related
Tell them drug related means there don't need to be no investigation
Or at least that's the way they're gon' play it on the local TV stations
All your 9-millimeter brothas...give them somthin' to think about
Tell them you heard that this is the new word, they got to work that stuff out
But somehow they feel in the wrong way with a gun in their hands
They feel real independent...but they just pullin' contracts for the man
Five and five will tell you it's hopeless out there on the avenue
But if they really knew the truth...why would they tell you?
And if they look at you like you're insane
And they start callin' you scarecrow and say you ain't got no brain
Or start tellin' folks that you suddenly gone lame
Or that white folks had finally co-opted your game
Find More lyrics at www.sweetslyrics.com
Or worse yet implying that you don't really know...
That's the same thing they said about us...a long time ago
Young rappers, one more suggestion before I get out of your way
But I appreciate the respect you give me and what you got to say
I'm sayin' protect your community and spread that respect around
Tell brothas and sistas they gotta calm that bullshit down
Cause we're terrorizin' our old folks and brought fear into our homes
And they ain't got to hang out with the senior citizens
Just tell them, “Dammit...leave the old folks alone”
And we know who rippin' off the neighborhood, tell them, “That BS has got to stop!”
Tell them you're sorry they can't handle it out there
But they got to take the crime off the block
And if they look at you like you're insane
And they start callin' you scarecrow and say you ain't got no brain
Or start tellin' folks that you suddenly gone lame
Or that white folks had finally co-opted your game
Or worse yet saying that you really don't know...
That's the same thing they said about me a long time ago
And if they tell folks that you finally lost your nerve
That's the same thing they said about us, when we said, “Johannesburg”
But I think the young folks need to know, that things don't go both ways
You can't talk respect on every other song or just every other day
What I'm speakin' on now is the raps about the women folks
On one song she's your African Queen on the next one she's a joke
And you ain't said no words that I haven't heard, but that ain't no compliment
It only insults eight people out of ten and questions your intelligence
Four letter words or four syllable words won't make you important
It'll only magnify how shallow you are and let everybody know it
And if they look at you like they think you insane
Or they call you scarecrow thinkin' you ain't got no brain
Or start tellin' folks that you suddenly gone lame
Or that white folks have finally co-opted your game
Or you really don't know...They said that about me a long time ago
If they finally start to tell people that you lost your nerve
That's what they said about Johannesburg
You ain't insane...you have got a brain
You haven't gone lame; you have got your game
Remember...keep the nerve
Keep the nerve
Keep the nerve
Keep the nerve
...I'm talkin' about peace
and remember "The Revolution Will Not Be televised" as it lives and breaths inside you.
R.I.P Gilbert "Gil" Scott-Heron (April 1, 1949 – May 27, 2011)
Message to the Messengers
Gil Scott-Heron
Hey, yeah, we the same brothas from a long time ago
We was talkin' about television and doin' it on the radio
What we did was to help our generation realize
They had to get out there and get busy cause it wasn't gonna be televised
We got respect for you rappers and the way they be free-weighin'
But if you're gon' be teachin' folks things, make sure you know what you're sayin'
Older folks in our neighborhood got plenty of know-how
Remember if it wasn't for them, you wouldn't be out here now
And I ain't comin' at you with no disrespect
All I'm sayin' is that you damn well got to be correct
Because if you're gonna be speakin' for a whole generation
And you know enough to try and handle their education
Be sure you know the real deal about past situations
It ain't just repeatin' what you heard on the local TV stations
...Sometimes they tell lies and put 'em in a truthful disguise
But the truth is that's why we said it wouldn't be televised
They don't know what to say to our young folks, but they know that you do
And if they really knew the truth...why would they tell you?
The first sign is peace, tell all them gun totin' young brothas
That the man is glad to see us out there killin' one another
We raised too much hell when they was shootin' us down
So they started poisoning our minds tryin' to jerk us all around
And then they tell us they got to come in and control our situation
They want half of us on dope and the other half in incarceration
If the ones they want dead ain't killed by what they instigated
They put some dope on a brotha's body and claim it was drug related
Tell them drug related means there don't need to be no investigation
Or at least that's the way they're gon' play it on the local TV stations
All your 9-millimeter brothas...give them somthin' to think about
Tell them you heard that this is the new word, they got to work that stuff out
But somehow they feel in the wrong way with a gun in their hands
They feel real independent...but they just pullin' contracts for the man
Five and five will tell you it's hopeless out there on the avenue
But if they really knew the truth...why would they tell you?
And if they look at you like you're insane
And they start callin' you scarecrow and say you ain't got no brain
Or start tellin' folks that you suddenly gone lame
Or that white folks had finally co-opted your game
Find More lyrics at www.sweetslyrics.com
Or worse yet implying that you don't really know...
That's the same thing they said about us...a long time ago
Young rappers, one more suggestion before I get out of your way
But I appreciate the respect you give me and what you got to say
I'm sayin' protect your community and spread that respect around
Tell brothas and sistas they gotta calm that bullshit down
Cause we're terrorizin' our old folks and brought fear into our homes
And they ain't got to hang out with the senior citizens
Just tell them, “Dammit...leave the old folks alone”
And we know who rippin' off the neighborhood, tell them, “That BS has got to stop!”
Tell them you're sorry they can't handle it out there
But they got to take the crime off the block
And if they look at you like you're insane
And they start callin' you scarecrow and say you ain't got no brain
Or start tellin' folks that you suddenly gone lame
Or that white folks had finally co-opted your game
Or worse yet saying that you really don't know...
That's the same thing they said about me a long time ago
And if they tell folks that you finally lost your nerve
That's the same thing they said about us, when we said, “Johannesburg”
But I think the young folks need to know, that things don't go both ways
You can't talk respect on every other song or just every other day
What I'm speakin' on now is the raps about the women folks
On one song she's your African Queen on the next one she's a joke
And you ain't said no words that I haven't heard, but that ain't no compliment
It only insults eight people out of ten and questions your intelligence
Four letter words or four syllable words won't make you important
It'll only magnify how shallow you are and let everybody know it
And if they look at you like they think you insane
Or they call you scarecrow thinkin' you ain't got no brain
Or start tellin' folks that you suddenly gone lame
Or that white folks have finally co-opted your game
Or you really don't know...They said that about me a long time ago
If they finally start to tell people that you lost your nerve
That's what they said about Johannesburg
You ain't insane...you have got a brain
You haven't gone lame; you have got your game
Remember...keep the nerve
Keep the nerve
Keep the nerve
Keep the nerve
...I'm talkin' about peace
Thursday, May 26, 2011
Love in Technicolor
Les-T (da Last Souljah)
I want to paint my canvas
In the color of your smile
Sit back and watch it for a while
Like an orange sunset
Feels like the day we just met
Remember
It was crimson, purple, and deep red
You wore the color of the sun on your head
Do you remember the color we heard?
It was burnt-amber
With a touch of yellow
A hint of pink
That made everything mellow
I want to paint my canvas
In the color of your smile
Sit back and watch it for a while
Let the colors merge
The green, the blues
Burnt amber, the crimson deep red,
The sunset orange!
To form the color of my love
Les-T (da Last Souljah)
I want to paint my canvas
In the color of your smile
Sit back and watch it for a while
Like an orange sunset
Feels like the day we just met
Remember
It was crimson, purple, and deep red
You wore the color of the sun on your head
Do you remember the color we heard?
It was burnt-amber
With a touch of yellow
A hint of pink
That made everything mellow
I want to paint my canvas
In the color of your smile
Sit back and watch it for a while
Let the colors merge
The green, the blues
Burnt amber, the crimson deep red,
The sunset orange!
To form the color of my love
Wednesday, May 25, 2011
Again it stares at me
Blessed Souls
Happy Africa Day to all Africans and all who have been dispersed through out the world
stay black
Love Peace Happyness
2009/05/12
Again it stares at me
As religiously as it always does
Begging for truth and honesty
The white background
Purely unblemished
Seeking substance
From a hollow man
Seeking understanding
Where it can
As her big brown eyes
Catch my pen’s attention
And her lips beg
For my affection
Painstakingly finding
A way to my art
Her words paving
A way to my heart
And I sit there helpless
As much of a victim
As a suicide bomber
That never had a final prayer
But wrote Ode’s to his rebirth
…now I have to be
A true mind down to earth
Admit defeat in the eyes
Of a black princess
For what is written
Is more true
Than what is said
Carries more weight
In my hands
So I carry it
With both hands
And give a voice to my heart
That organ
We attribute feeling to
And let it sing
Let it sing
Let it sing
Because the hand
Has already betrayed it
And the lips
With every kiss said it
So let my heart sing
Let my heart sing
And with every pen stroke
A heart beat
Let my heart sing
The song cupid
Placed in a poet’s heart
Let my heart sing
Happy Africa Day to all Africans and all who have been dispersed through out the world
stay black
Love Peace Happyness
2009/05/12
Again it stares at me
As religiously as it always does
Begging for truth and honesty
The white background
Purely unblemished
Seeking substance
From a hollow man
Seeking understanding
Where it can
As her big brown eyes
Catch my pen’s attention
And her lips beg
For my affection
Painstakingly finding
A way to my art
Her words paving
A way to my heart
And I sit there helpless
As much of a victim
As a suicide bomber
That never had a final prayer
But wrote Ode’s to his rebirth
…now I have to be
A true mind down to earth
Admit defeat in the eyes
Of a black princess
For what is written
Is more true
Than what is said
Carries more weight
In my hands
So I carry it
With both hands
And give a voice to my heart
That organ
We attribute feeling to
And let it sing
Let it sing
Let it sing
Because the hand
Has already betrayed it
And the lips
With every kiss said it
So let my heart sing
Let my heart sing
And with every pen stroke
A heart beat
Let my heart sing
The song cupid
Placed in a poet’s heart
Let my heart sing
Tuesday, May 24, 2011
(Untitled) while at Horror cafe
Blessed souls
this is the second poem that was requested i hope those of you who are reading this for the first time feel it. and dont forget to subscribe to my blog by simply typing your e-mail address above and click submit. i will not be boring you with mundane things. this blog is about poetry and art...and that is all you will get. without further wasting you time.....Enjoy
Love Peace Happyness
Les-T
Untitled (while at horror café)
Les-t
I was sitting right there
Like every Tuesday night
Listening to poets recite
These inspiring thoughts
That keep bringing us here
Like sheep to the sound of a shepherd’s voice
Ants congregating around spilt sugar
Listening to images that haunt their sleep
And say they are deep
I was right there
When these wolves in sheep’s clothes
Ripped the essence out of her
And displayed it on the walls
Of a Joubert park flat stairway
While they in suits and ties
Repeatedly thrust their manhood inside her
I was sitting right there
Applauding and cheering you on
As you spit these lines about windows
This other brother inspired by his cell phone
Hurry up
You breaking
Hurry up
You breaking
These images haunt my sleep
He grabbed her by the throat
While the other one took off his coat
Cleared his throat
She searched for compassion
Within their eyes
And found nothing but ice
They were not human
These beasts
These sick bastards
Contracted by everything evil
They could’ve been demons
For all I care
Life is not fair
This angelic being
I almost called a wife
Now tainted with Lucifer’s seed
Her womanhood violated
By her brothers from another mother
While I was listening
To a poem about a failed father
And this sister with an enchanting voice
That sang about choice
While she captured the stage
And made it hers
They came inside her
Left their marks so deep
These images haunt my sleep
I was sitting right there
Hypnotised by the words that you speak
Inspired to come out of the bedroom
And step on stage and scream
Poetry is my life
While I was sitting right there
These animals raped my wife
Now we lie awake at night
And dress our wounds in tears
Hoping all will be all right
Even my touch arouses her fears
Shall I continue to write?
Or throw away my pen in fright
Rage and fight
No matter what I might
These images will still haunt my sleep
this is the second poem that was requested i hope those of you who are reading this for the first time feel it. and dont forget to subscribe to my blog by simply typing your e-mail address above and click submit. i will not be boring you with mundane things. this blog is about poetry and art...and that is all you will get. without further wasting you time.....Enjoy
Love Peace Happyness
Les-T
Untitled (while at horror café)
Les-t
I was sitting right there
Like every Tuesday night
Listening to poets recite
These inspiring thoughts
That keep bringing us here
Like sheep to the sound of a shepherd’s voice
Ants congregating around spilt sugar
Listening to images that haunt their sleep
And say they are deep
I was right there
When these wolves in sheep’s clothes
Ripped the essence out of her
And displayed it on the walls
Of a Joubert park flat stairway
While they in suits and ties
Repeatedly thrust their manhood inside her
I was sitting right there
Applauding and cheering you on
As you spit these lines about windows
This other brother inspired by his cell phone
Hurry up
You breaking
Hurry up
You breaking
These images haunt my sleep
He grabbed her by the throat
While the other one took off his coat
Cleared his throat
She searched for compassion
Within their eyes
And found nothing but ice
They were not human
These beasts
These sick bastards
Contracted by everything evil
They could’ve been demons
For all I care
Life is not fair
This angelic being
I almost called a wife
Now tainted with Lucifer’s seed
Her womanhood violated
By her brothers from another mother
While I was listening
To a poem about a failed father
And this sister with an enchanting voice
That sang about choice
While she captured the stage
And made it hers
They came inside her
Left their marks so deep
These images haunt my sleep
I was sitting right there
Hypnotised by the words that you speak
Inspired to come out of the bedroom
And step on stage and scream
Poetry is my life
While I was sitting right there
These animals raped my wife
Now we lie awake at night
And dress our wounds in tears
Hoping all will be all right
Even my touch arouses her fears
Shall I continue to write?
Or throw away my pen in fright
Rage and fight
No matter what I might
These images will still haunt my sleep
Love is a Rabid Dog
Blessed souls
A good friend of mine insisted on a couple of poems that i should put up. And this is one of them.
Love, Peace, Happyness
Les-T
2009/04/16
Les-T (da last Souljah)
Love is a rabid dog
From hell
That bites all in sight
Ripping soul from limb
Heart from reason
Leaving all diseased
With this infectious curse
Love is a Pink hearse
That leads all men
To their untimely end
Spiritually
Emotionally
Literally
Or otherwise
Love is you neighbor’s
Old rusted car
You always wonder
Why he still keeps
Love is that
Patched up doll
With one leg
That we just can’t
Throw out
In hope
That one day
We’ll find
That missing leg
And all
Will be alright
A good friend of mine insisted on a couple of poems that i should put up. And this is one of them.
Love, Peace, Happyness
Les-T
2009/04/16
Les-T (da last Souljah)
Love is a rabid dog
From hell
That bites all in sight
Ripping soul from limb
Heart from reason
Leaving all diseased
With this infectious curse
Love is a Pink hearse
That leads all men
To their untimely end
Spiritually
Emotionally
Literally
Or otherwise
Love is you neighbor’s
Old rusted car
You always wonder
Why he still keeps
Love is that
Patched up doll
With one leg
That we just can’t
Throw out
In hope
That one day
We’ll find
That missing leg
And all
Will be alright
Tuesday, May 17, 2011
night life confessions
good day all
i wont bore you with jibber-jabber....here is the piece for today. to get regular updates enter you e-mail address above and click submit...its that easy. and its for free
Night life confessions
Les-T(da last Souljah)
If darkness could talk
Spill the beans
On what happens behind trees
At the toilets in bars
Or in dark alleys inside parked cars
No one ever talks about what happens
Behind open bottles
Or the whispers muffled by the sound system
Or what he said to convince her to come with him
How much semen she has seen and tasted
How many bodies the night has seen wasted
The night should be number one on the witness stand
It knows who dragged who and who left hand in hand
Who said yes and who went in with no protection
And is a choir member of your church congregation
Who said I love you just so he can penetrate, wait
Who believed it and who really just didn’t give a fck
Who is doing it for the first time and who is the regular weekend slut
The night knows who is drunk and who is high on something
Who wakes up in the middle of the night to write
Who is inspired and who is just hot wired
The night knows whose sht is real
And who you shouldn’t really feel
i wont bore you with jibber-jabber....here is the piece for today. to get regular updates enter you e-mail address above and click submit...its that easy. and its for free
Night life confessions
Les-T(da last Souljah)
If darkness could talk
Spill the beans
On what happens behind trees
At the toilets in bars
Or in dark alleys inside parked cars
No one ever talks about what happens
Behind open bottles
Or the whispers muffled by the sound system
Or what he said to convince her to come with him
How much semen she has seen and tasted
How many bodies the night has seen wasted
The night should be number one on the witness stand
It knows who dragged who and who left hand in hand
Who said yes and who went in with no protection
And is a choir member of your church congregation
Who said I love you just so he can penetrate, wait
Who believed it and who really just didn’t give a fck
Who is doing it for the first time and who is the regular weekend slut
The night knows who is drunk and who is high on something
Who wakes up in the middle of the night to write
Who is inspired and who is just hot wired
The night knows whose sht is real
And who you shouldn’t really feel
Monday, May 16, 2011
the root of her pain
Good morning All
I am glad blogger is up and running ... i thought we should all get a little aquainted. i have selected a few of my earlier work to put as a lot of you are not yet familiar with my work...
i hope you enjoy your journey through my mind....
The root of her pain
Les-T
I watched her cry
Traced the dry tears on her cheeks
They took me through one hell of a week
My thoughts made me seem meek
As I journeyed her pain
I wasn’t a driver but a passenger on this train
As it took me back to her delicate chin again
Went up passed those lips that I so often kiss
But something was amiss
She wore a frown I couldn’t crown with a kiss
She spoke words I couldn’t make out on my own
Like bottles, lip stick, used condoms
Messages on my phone
Her tears fell like the summer’s rain
As I search for the story behind her pain
I watched her cry
And I knew it wasn’t me
As I traced the dry tears on her cheek
They took me through one hell of a week
What I saw made me feel sick
How a heart can be made real weak
By a thousand uncertainties in one week
A dozen I don’t knows in one night
It wasn’t me is all I say when we fight
Her light skin cheeks turned red from the crying
I get upset and start writing
The truth sounds like a lie
As I journey up her cheek towards her eye
To peek through the window of her soul
The one soul that makes me feel whole
I hope her tears don’t start to flow
While I seek the root of her pain
I stand and stare deep in her eyes
To find out what it could be
But to my surprise
The root of her pain is me
I am glad blogger is up and running ... i thought we should all get a little aquainted. i have selected a few of my earlier work to put as a lot of you are not yet familiar with my work...
i hope you enjoy your journey through my mind....
The root of her pain
Les-T
I watched her cry
Traced the dry tears on her cheeks
They took me through one hell of a week
My thoughts made me seem meek
As I journeyed her pain
I wasn’t a driver but a passenger on this train
As it took me back to her delicate chin again
Went up passed those lips that I so often kiss
But something was amiss
She wore a frown I couldn’t crown with a kiss
She spoke words I couldn’t make out on my own
Like bottles, lip stick, used condoms
Messages on my phone
Her tears fell like the summer’s rain
As I search for the story behind her pain
I watched her cry
And I knew it wasn’t me
As I traced the dry tears on her cheek
They took me through one hell of a week
What I saw made me feel sick
How a heart can be made real weak
By a thousand uncertainties in one week
A dozen I don’t knows in one night
It wasn’t me is all I say when we fight
Her light skin cheeks turned red from the crying
I get upset and start writing
The truth sounds like a lie
As I journey up her cheek towards her eye
To peek through the window of her soul
The one soul that makes me feel whole
I hope her tears don’t start to flow
While I seek the root of her pain
I stand and stare deep in her eyes
To find out what it could be
But to my surprise
The root of her pain is me
Thursday, April 28, 2011
Tuesday, April 26, 2011
Challenge
Just to remind myself i went back to the first entry of this blog. And was reminded of what the objective of this blog was. i had gone through a slump in my artistic endeavours and had for some reason stopped writing and stopped painting...like i have done again. so i decided to start this blog as a little project to help me get started. i set a challenge for myself that i will write/paint or do something creative every single day. i will then post all that i have been doing everyday. i figured if i have an audience i will feel kinda obligated to perform and it will push me to do better. so here we go....the challenge is back on and i will try to stick to it for more than just a couple of days this time
on that note the piece for today
its unfinished by the way...but i feeln like i want to share this we you
Dear Dad
I have wanted to write this for so long
What yopu did was just so wrong
And I'm not talking about you leaving
Or for half the time pretending I dont exist
Mama always pushing me "go see him, he is your Father" she'll insist
I'll stand for hours at the taxi rank
Waiting for you to come pick me up
Never showing up was just so easy for you
But that is not my beef with you
I have laid in pillow puddles of tears
Not coz of your passing(i am at peace with that)
Or the countless unkept promises
But coz you are not there
and i need you so much right now
on that note the piece for today
its unfinished by the way...but i feeln like i want to share this we you
Dear Dad
I have wanted to write this for so long
What yopu did was just so wrong
And I'm not talking about you leaving
Or for half the time pretending I dont exist
Mama always pushing me "go see him, he is your Father" she'll insist
I'll stand for hours at the taxi rank
Waiting for you to come pick me up
Never showing up was just so easy for you
But that is not my beef with you
I have laid in pillow puddles of tears
Not coz of your passing(i am at peace with that)
Or the countless unkept promises
But coz you are not there
and i need you so much right now
Thursday, April 21, 2011
take me
take me
push me against a page
and have your way with me
rub me against your soul
and play with me
tease me with your love
and excite me
pin me against my heart
and strip me bare
take me
take your hand and feel me
feel every inch of my soul
and how it longs to be whole
feel how you fit perfectly
in all the empty holes
take me
push me against a page
and have your way with me
rub me against your soul
and play with me
tease me with your love
and excite me
pin me against my heart
and strip me bare
take me
take your hand and feel me
feel every inch of my soul
and how it longs to be whole
feel how you fit perfectly
in all the empty holes
take me
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