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

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