• Madiba’s’ voters live in a revolution said to be like a standardised selling price but all half televised.
    Where begging rises after the baking of bread for bribes.
    Where leading heads were left for […]

  • Behind her eyelids she hears voices fighting each other
    Without a pause in her silence.
    Her silence shares noises of lightning and thunder
    Without her causing the violence.
    The violence had spread poisons […]

  • What is blood without the veins?
    Mud without the rains,
    A sore without the pains,
    God without the praise?
     
     What is to walk without the trails,
    To talk without the sayings,
    A road without a way…
    A home […]

  • My heart dances to free-
    The world behind lenses.
    Where the rhythm goes-
    Through hidden doors
    To find answers.
    As the feeling grows-
    Beneath the clothes
    The vibe enters.
    So don’t bruise and brake,
    Just […]

  • It is never a certain moment..but in every eye blink.
    That I sink with you like paper likes ink.
    Deep inside these moving memories I sink.
    The nervous I forever minds what our minds think.
    Trully, when our […]

  • A vital thought of this lesson is not just to study to pass –
    Like history cause in life there is no copying in class
    Or pages noted with answers roaming under r the desks
    But what you give in and out, out of a […]

  • If I was a thought I would choose to sail –
    On the shallow seas of young minds that loose and fail,
    Confined by confinement; in a prisoner’s shoes in jail.
    Minds accused to ail as patients of eternal sickness […]

  • The Cycle of Knowledge under the Writers Movement in collaboration with Rhodes Univeristy’s’ English department is gearing up for a fantastic start to this year’s’ poetry culture in Grahamstown, South Africa. As we are still busy collecting and combining our history as the poetry/writing collective dating as far as 2004, we would also like to open…[Read more]

  • I feel it in my mind, body & the sole of my feet.

  • As I travel very deep into my non-breathing soul,
    Through broken bones and contaminated blood on what my visions stole.
    Reflecting the last glace of life from my scarred memories-
    Seeing our dying souls dancing […]

  • If I was a thought I would choose to sail –
    On the shallow seas of young minds that loose and fail,
    Confined by confinement; in a prisoner’s shoes in jail.
    Minds accused to ail as patients of eternal sickness […]

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