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