Wednesday, October 31, 2012

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"


Wednesday, October 17, 2012

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


Tuesday, October 9, 2012

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

Monday, September 3, 2012

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


Tuesday, August 21, 2012

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


Tuesday, August 14, 2012

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

Monday, August 6, 2012

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

Sunday, July 29, 2012

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


Thursday, July 5, 2012

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