Sixteen

Sixteen by Lesley 'Les- T' Masenya on SoundCloud

Sixteen

She was sixteen
When she was laid to rest
Her body finally at peace
And free

It wasn't the rope
Around her neck that killed her
Or the razor blade
She used to cut her wrists with
Or the sedatives
She took most nights
To numb the pain

She was just sixteen
When she was laid to rest
Her body finally at peace
and free

It wasn't her reckless lifestyle
Or her thug boyfriend
That killed her
It wasn't the drugs they used
Or the booze they drank
It wasn't
The friends she kept

She was just sixteen
When she was laid to rest
Her body finally at peace
And free

It wasn't her step dad's
Beer belly that killed her
As he held her down
Or his hands over her mouth
That suffocated her
As he tries to muffle her cries

She was just sixteen
When she was laid to rest
Her body finally at peace
And free

She was used to the pain
The razor helped her feel again
The high shut off this horrible movie
That she lived
And that played over and over again
Everytime it was silent
Walked around with headphones
To drown her own screams

She was only sixteen
When she was laid to rest
Her body finally at peace
And free

It wasn't the abuse that killed her
It was the stabbing stares
And finger pointing at school
It was the whispering
Then sudden silence
When she walked past
It was the images taken
Along with her innocence
When she was just four
That some kids found
And were passing them around
Like free mixtapes
With every download
Every file shared
She was stabbed
And ripped apart
Images of her
Being violated
Scattered on facebook
For all to see
Sent from one phone to the next
Killed by a society
Who wouldn't let her
Stop being a victim

She was just sixteen
When she was laid to rest
Her body finally at peace
And free

To Thando

The light you shine
On this grim
Dark corner
That's moist with lies
And this strong stench
Of filthy secrets in the air
Lays it all out bare
And cannot be swallowed
By the darkness of silence
This light
That's so true
I see it too

Munju

I see my world
Through the virgin eyes
Of my daughter
Everything so fresh
New and amazing
The waving of hands goodbye
Such an intricate
Word and hand coordination
The motion of parallel hands
Triggers a smile
And her tiny hands go up
And her eyes say
"pick me up"
My world is only
Knee high now
And everyone's a giant
And their words are overrated
We understand
each other without words
Me and my daughter
She sits on my lap
Looks deep into my eyes
Then lays her head on my chest
"daddy I love you"
I caress her back gently
Lay a kiss on her foreheard
"i love you too Munju"

My muse

My muse sees no angels
And I write to summon them
Her rocky journey
Cushioned only
By the pages
Of my poetry

My muse is in chains
A slave to fear
Tangled in a web of lies
And I write
To free her

My muse is confined
To a dark box
Of "no hope"
And with my pen
I pierce holes
To let the light in

My muse is strong
And I write to remind her
Of her fragility
And her ability to comfort
A troubled poet
With her delicate touch

My muse is often weak
And I write to awaken
Her inner strength
Because with her
My inspiration lies
And her spirit
Births my poems
A symbiotic relationship
Between my pen
And her emotions

My muse lives for me
And I for her
I write to thank her.
Her breathe
Her smile
Her eyes
Give me life
And these words
My sacrifice to her

Paths

Our paths cross everyday
And we have this conversation
In my mind
That ends with us
Head over heels inlove
The conversation lengthy
Yet our paths cross
For just a moment
And I didn't even say hi
Just stared as you walked by

Upside down

If I tear my blue skies
And turn them grey
Make it rain
On my sunny day
If I rip my sun
Off the sky
And throw it in the ocean
Write my humble pertition
On my flesh
With poetry
And my blood as ink
Cross my tees
And dot my i's
With tears
If I turn my world
Upside down
To be with you
Will you be
With me

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

Kganya

Les-T da poet

Kganya

Les-T da poet

To Kganya

You are about
to make my life great
create a reality
i could never imagine
one i could not
wrap my thoughts
around a pen with

you are a about
to change me
and whEn you take
that First breath
i will be there
to share you birth
and my rebirth
as your Dad
i
love
you

Les-T da poet is a Dad

To Kganya(My Light)

i dont think i will be able to sleep tonight. The anxiety of seeing my baby for the first time is killing. i will be able to see those little feet that used to kick me from their mother's womb. i will be able to hold those little hands that jabbed at me from within...the realization is just tooooo overwhelming. The whole nine months you kinda know you going to be a dad, but right its certain. its starting to kicking in. Have to be at the hospital at 8.00am. And YES I am not chickening out ...I will be in the Operating Room when they take me baby out. I got balls of Steel.Call me Super Man from now on!! oh ya...Super Dad... Thats what i am going to be from tomorrow...A DAD...Being a DAD is a daunting task but i have had years of training. From the annoying Aunt's kids you have to look after when everyone goes to a funeral. Or those irritating little brats that you see and think "my kid will never be like that". And many adults that you either work with or come into contact with on a daily basis, that you think should still be in diapers! I would like to thank the above individuals for preparing for this moment. Now i know what my kid must not grow up and be like...Thank you.

To Kganya

i
love
you

you have given me
one more reason to live
you have shown me
i have much more to give
not just in brush strokes
or torn paper
you have given me
"me" back
with your life
you have given me life
Light
Love
Clarity

i
love
you

now i wait
to touch you
hold you
kiss you
now i wait
to see you
and thank you

i
love
you

Unintended

This is not
How I thought it would be
With you over there
And me right here
With Hands
That seldom touch
Hearts that always pine
Minds that search for time
Time to steal a kiss
Or a moment of bliss
 This is not
How I thought it would be
The sounds of our hearts
Beating around the corner
From each other
An unintended distance
 From one another

The begining

Welcome back to all.
hope 2012 brings with it great and new beginnings to all
New inspiration and a whole lot more art
to my creativ souls
keep the fire burning

here is a short piece for the new year


"We write
paint
scribble on paper
or concrete walls
to try
and get
to you"

"We dance
on your souls
with words
and paint
your reality
with bright colors"

"in silence
that's as loud
as our spirits
we shout
and scream
at your inner-being"

"we scream
a simple phrase
in color and in words
"life is beautiful!"
Live It!!!!


love peace and Happyness
Les-T