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Will you be there?

Will you be there when I rise again?
When the phoenix in me arises?
Will you be there when the universe gives me
the applaude I deserve?

When haters are left with no more hate for me?
When my glory shines even brighter than the morning star?
When I have conquered all odds?
When I have risen above and beyond limitations and boundaries?

Will you still be there even when you have
realised the greatness I posses?
When you’ve realised the marvel that I am?

Will you be there at my worst point in life?
When the walls have crushed on me?
When darkness seems to have won?
When beauty has faded?
When wrinkles have taken over?

Will you be there?and
love me still?

Walk with me

Though I may journey alone upon this path.
It is destiny that leads me.
My strength,a song in my heart.
My companion,a haunting melody.

If you should find me lying weary,
Broken upon this path.
My strength at it’s lowest.
No music in my heart.

If you should look into my eyes,
And see where I have been.
Would you offer me your hand,lift me up.
Would you walk with me.

I wish you’d remain young

I wish you’d remain young and innocent as a
newly born lamb
I wish you’d remain chubby,jolly and sweet
like the morning star
I wish you’d remain fresh and blossom
like a sunflower
I wish you’d remain with your sweeter scent of trust,
with your perfect smile,
and beautiful eyes,
with your contagious laughter that brings
the smell of freshly rained soil

I wish you’d remain the gentle untainted soul
that careses my life
I wish you’d remain the purest pure of purity

I wish you’d never have to feel pain
or the sight of cruelity
I wish you’d never have to witness
poverty and frustrations of life

I wish you’d never had to know the reality
of failure and disappointment
I wish you’d never have to
frown,curse or regret

I wish you’d never have to think
you know more better
I wish you’d never have to bite the hand that feeds you,
or take the easy way out

I wish you’d never want to leave
your skin colour or background
I wish you’d never be too lazy
or too curious of the unknown

I wish you’d always remain true to yourself and roots
I wish you’d never loose your ways,
customs,beliefs,dreams,religion and language

I wish you’d remain true,kind and respectful
I wish you’d never loose your way
or your virginity

I wish you’d remain young,pure,good
and always mine

Kiss of death

As you lay in this street,
Your body broken,mangled,
Your blood dripping of my hands,
Bones and intestines on display.
You cannot speak.
Your eyes they beg for release.
My mind understands your plea.
But my heart,
Every thing that is my heart says no.
If it must be mercy,
Then death’s kiss for you,
Must be thunder and flame.
Close your eyes.
Find a better place.
The last sight you see,
Must not be me.
The tears in my eyes,
Blurs my vision.
I place the gun against your head,
Hands shaking.
Hoping my aim is true.
I pull the trigger.
For you.
This will be release.
For me.
This is where my life ends.

She was

She was sweet,lovely,kind and cheerful
She was one of a kind,always cared for everyone,
always gave away our old clothes,
always gave me a good hiding whenever
I lost my school jersey(a habit I’ve since lost)
with a wet bath cloth in the bath

Always gave us a fit when we didn’t
finish our plates,
“People are starving and you’re ungrateful”
Being a kid then I didn’t understand
but I do now

I was my brother’s keeper,being the firstborn,
back and forth from creche I would take him
I hated it then,
but when another kid would make fun of him
I would in a heartbeat try to discipline that damn kid!

She left that day and somehow,
I knew that she wasn’t coming back
as she’d often do
It was June the 12th when we were told
of their passing a day after my birthday
we almost cried our eyes out but luckily we didn’t,
imagine being blind and parentless!
It was June the 17th when she was placed
in a brown box,she laid in it,
as beautiful as I always remembered her,
but she seemed numb,cold and lifeless,
I thought however that the box seemed
too small and stiff,but anyway it mattered not,
since it will be put in a six feet pit,which will be decomposed
by the earth and all the worms and whatever that lived in the earth,
in maybe a day,or a week or a month but definitely
It will be tattered and just bones left

She was our everything
She was our mother and provider
Our protector and disciplinarian
She was our guardian and mentor
She was our rock

She was our mother.

Turn left at the stop sign

It left my body
like a slow release of cigarette smoke through parted lips.
I blink my eyes, life goes by in the blink of one.
The flame of the candle flickers,
Green wax and the hum of the heat in my ears.

We paint our souls so that they’re colourful,
we fill in the spaces where the air seeps through
those spaces that are black and white,
because everyone wants to be significant.

They told me: “If you’re grey on the inside
you’ll drift through life like a ghost on water with no reflection
and not even the moon will shine on you.”

I cry out into the night and my tears raise the ocean.
The world is heavy with sighs,
the ground heaves and shudders
and is dirtied by sand-stained feet.

I’m walking on the tired earth with a tired heart
with heavy arms and a stretched soul.
Invisible hands have pulled my head in a million directions,
and I have lost focus.

The tears and the hope and the madness have evaporated into the air
and formed clouds of quiet melancholy that hang over the earth
like dirtied sheets on a clothes line,
blowing back and forth in the wind.

Indifferent

He took my heart and looked at it
he cocked his head and furrowed his brow at it
he blinked his eyes and breathed his breath on it
he smelt it and pulled a face at it
he turned it over and examined it
he stroked it softly and handled it
he dropped my heart and stepped away from it
he looked down at it and contemplated it
his love was empty, I could see it
his hands were dirty, he wiped them on his shirt
he left my heart there on the floor where he’d let it slip
his hands were clean now, he’d made sure of it
And as long as he didn’t get too close again
he wouldn’t have to face it, he could forget about it
so he walked away from my heart, he turned his back on it
because sometimes it’s easier to drop a fragile thing
than it is to take take care of it

Mary Jayne’s Blood

Pink elephant’s and little white kitten’s fill my head with joy,
I feel like a little girl playing with her favorite toy.
Up and down the jungle gym and round and round the merry-go-round,
It feels like my heart is going to burst because for these few second’s
I own all the joy and happiness in this great big universe,
But what goes up must come down, like little fairies, the Virgin Mary
and the feeling of being ‘Oh so sublime’
It’s coming from inside, it’s eating me alive.
Read me a story so I can go to bed about the little princess who wishes she was dead.
Dead like you, dead like me, dead like all the people her blood shot eyes can see.
Big green eyes, long blonde hair, bloody wrists and a black stone heart,
‘To my dearest child’ it read, ‘I fear it’s time to part. With bloody hands, the world is your canvas. Let them see your blood, let them see your soul, let them see the gaping hole I’ve left inside your heart.’

I am suppressed

I am suppressed by my imperfections
Those flaws which become the guarded walls of my existence
My faults that become the definition of my character.
The unspoken truths of my heart

I am suppressed by the expectations of my forefathers
The ladder set before me which I cannot climb

I am suppressed by my failures.
Opportunities missed
Unforgiving foes
Lack of judgement in my hour of youth.

I am suppressed by those moments
Moments of inability to dispel the serpent of sins
Moments where my eye of the future was blind.

All these things
All these faults and moments of shame
Remain mine
Remain written in the stop of my life.
These moments will forever haunt me
Will forever stay the shadow of my nights
Will forever suppress me…

Oh Yes I Am a Killer – And I Like It

Yes I have killed and you can’t blame me
I killed an ant that terrorised me
It ate my hard-fought food
And that fuelled the feud
It fed on my children’s stuff
And I beat it with my staff
Yes I killed and I’m proud of it

Ants killed me emotionally
They made me a killer myself
It’s true I have killed
And it’s not the first time

First, it was a big cockroach
I killed it alone unassisted and then it was a fly
I took my sharp hatchet and killed it instantly without a lie
The police saw everything – but they are my friends
I am a killer and I am happy with the title dear friends

I will continue killing them
I will shoot them with my sling
And kick those who follow me
And I will always enjoy killing them

I don’t care what the seemingly sane people say
I simply do what I like
I kill the ones I don’t like
Oh yeah, I admit, I am a proud killer

I don’t mind going to gaol
As long as I have accomplished my goal
It’s nice killing these folks
And they are my worse foes

Let everybody help me kill them
Killing has never been so nice
Only death will stop me from killing them
They break into my house
And they messed up all my kwaito and house music files

And now I will move up the ladder
I will have to finish all the mice
I don’t need a cat to do that
And catching them will be very nice
I can do it with my bare clean hands

These bastards – damn it – they make me angry and hungry!

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