Portal for Writers and Poets in South Africa
As a rose lay upon a grave…
So is the beauty in death.
How do I pull my enchanted thoughts from such pleasure?
As the aroma of an eternal bliss sweeten’s with every step…
The struggle
That of a thousand battles I daily live for.
Saved again…
Her kiss breathes new life into my empty existence.
Like the first breath of a new born child,
Bringing with it the hope of a new future….
The oxygen of my being…
Together living for the hope of a new tomorrow.
Audible colours
Wisps of euphoria
Slither through the air
And welcome her stare
And she does declare
Many moments have passed
And many words have been said
Yet her moral contradictions
Still ring in her head.
She favours the act
A crucible of painkillers
And a shot of cognac
Topped with pleasure
A Smooth sultry
Carnal endeavor
Though her mind still hovers
Between maybe and never
and her breath remains
As shallow as ever
Her boycott of bliss
Cannot last forever.
But it probably can.
My mind spins like the barrel of a powerful gun….
I worked for Capitec and Tag worldwide and saved these guys a ton….
The managers are insecure and instead of promoting me… they decided to run….
Setting me up to get fired because they truly are cunts.
I worked extremely hard to get to that point….
All these pussies could see is me taking their joint.
My level of thinking was a million times better than theirs….
So they plotted and schemed which I thought was unfair.
Now I’m unemployed and it really is truly dumb…..
But it’s not because I’m not hardworking ….
These managers were just scum.
Now here’s some advice and I leave you with this….
Being smart in a mediocre country ….
It’s truly a curse.
The oracle 707
An Untamed mind, decayed in time passed:
Finding miracles in love that lasts
Memories wander into life’s inferno,
Ashes – killing all blossoms of hope
Murder becomes a longing…
Far from my grasp – evading this weakling…
Wondering how people meet time; decades!:
Time frozen in day – youth slumming through ages.
Envy’s list – never-ending,
Joy and friendship non-depending.
I’ve tried and tried and tried some more:
I’m tired of always keeping score…
He didn’t need to tell Me that all I had to do To find him again and again Was to read –
Read all the poetry I could get my hands on Sonnets and odes It was as if I knew them
All off by heart The silences within them There’s silence All around me now I’ve earned them those stripes And the dead and the living Go on and on They are my companions
On this blue planet From the beginning Of pain, decay and growth Until the end of days
And when it came to Divorce and separation All they knew of love Was that they loved each
Other and it was enough For both of them In theory. Of pain they’d Only learn of that later on They would only remember Their own childhood When looking at the faces
Of love on the angelic shine Of their children –
They’d whisper to themselves Rapture, oh this must be it Rapture! An atlas of it Amongst all the difficulties And how we’ve all drowned In that lake with those cursed Words calling themselves poetry.
Deep into the mind of an eternal slumber.
The thought of death crosses me.
I struggle to push these armed thoughts away.
Deep into my subconscious mind
Where bad memories has long been forgotten.
Oblivion…The thought of nothingness overwhelms even the best of me.
A life wasted
These thoughts darkened even my shadow
A innocent in my spiraling demise.
I fight
To have but a speck of me etched in time.
Oblivion…A word that shakes every ounce of my hope stained soul.
Forgotten
A word more fierce to me then ten thousand scythed deaths.
Fight I will
Till every word I give wings… bleeds my pen dry.
Fight I will
Till the words I breathe reaches generation to come.
My Speck etched in time.
She fights with hand bare,
For her life hanging on a stick.
She lays on black rock of lace,
For her life hanging on a stick, dead.
She fights off dogs and crows,
For her life hanging on a stick, dead, empty.
She cries and prays,
For her life hanging on a stick, dead, empty, cold.
She smiles and cries joyfully,
For her life in a grounding burial, with his Father.
I was pleased to hear your name
I was amazed to see a face like you
Your smile, time stop for that moment to wonder
Scared as I was my heart would have break if I said not hello
For once I took notice of my voice and yours was unbelievable
I said my heart out
I told of secrets kept hidden from the rest
I held you and assured you of never letting you go
My life was for you to protect
I held your hand and walk with you through that storm
Your tears I hold precious not to fall down
In your eyes I saw not an angel, but the image of the most high
You told me I was everything that your inside longed for and likewise I said
I called you not darling, sweet heart neither my half, but by your name and you said it was sweet, and your name is sweet
Then suddenly I was walking by your place
I saw you holding his hand and I nearly died of honestly
Was it really you my sweet turning bitter on me?
I believed it not
You saw I and your head went down and my head turn in the other direction because of disappointment
It was the truth we lost it, we really have lost it
You told me the day after my heart break that you never meant to hurt me
It was the truth you were always going to hurt me
I left and tears like a flood came rolling down my cheeks
I wanted to despise your existence, but my love was too pure to consider it
Storm and storms and weather grey become my daily existence
Was I dead inside for my smile was just a waste, but definitely a frown
Lady so sweet left me fragile
One day I smiled with I to see what will come forth
The thought of you disappeared like a long memory in the mist
Finally was I free from you
Then one day I heard you were looking for me
I found you sitting on a branch of a fallen tree; broken did I feel like the tree
You came running and hug i
Your eyes were full of tears, I wanted to push you a far from me, but only could hug you and embraced you
I hugged you because I knew the hurt you felt and nobody deserves it
You said he broke your solid heart and the pain was not bearable
I told you to stop because sense you were making not
You cried, I had nothing to give to you to wipe your tears
You asked me how could He?
I asked you how could he?
You said how could he take I away from you, but remember you let me away from you
It was getting late; can I take you home I asked? You said no, because you had no place to call home as I was your only home.
I tried to ignore you and what you were saying, you begged for forgiveness. For what I asked?
Please forgive me for the hurt and pain I caused so replied, I said don’t worry it is already done and I was okay with a face mixed with emotions.
I would not show my disappointment neither my hurt… damn you screamed
What went wrong you asked? I replied and said nothing went wrong only your greed was best answered.
Believe in me and I believed in you.
I asked if you will be fine and you said totally you were fine
Only to be find out to be the most scared of them all even though she said I ‘m beautiful
You are forgiven because it is the greatest of all gifts I would give….. goodbye our paths have crossed again.
FLANEGAN THABO NTSHOTSHO
A joyful solitude
Silently mingling with a chemical
Gently stroking a thought
Willfully conducting
a plague of uselessness
Spewing vague fables of significance
Violently denying the truth.
Feet glued to shitty television
and Irish booze
Clouds of smoke screening
days and days of regret.
Microscopic friends fester
in a failing memory’s wound.
You remember their smiles
Tattooed to their faces
Confirming your wit
Feeding your ego
Their proud words
Swimming in your head
You remember.
Calculated deceit
You remember that
Stealing from them
Corrupting them
Aborted strains of kindness
Your blood turning on you.
You remember that
don’t you?
The rage consumes my soul like storms rising tide.
Angry waves constantly beating any hope of being…
God lost my blueprint to life it seems.
A thousand times I shout….
My lungs bleeding for me to stop…
A million times my fist hit the walls…
But still the rage surges.
I cling to the last thought that made me feel ….worthy….
Like an infant clinging to it’s mother in times of uncertainty…
As it endlessly battles the darkness within me…
Clinging to life as I once did.
A bloody battle…..an internal struggle…
Do I just let go and let this raging monster within consume me?
I choose to fight!
Slowly a voice rises from the ashes of my charred soul….
Louder it grows…pounding away….
Drums of a battle on the brink of victory…
A phoenix drenched with the possibility of a new tomorrow…
A smile slowly creeps across my lips…
Like a new life rising from the dirt.
It’s then that I realize.
I’m alive!!
