I wish I could say that about you,
That you were my first true love,
But I can’t,
You are the dream that came too late into the morning,
The one interrupted too soon before I even knew what was going on,
I wanted so desperately to see how the dream turns out,
I was driven by my own weakness,
Immaturity,
Inexperience,
Desperation,
To close my eyes tighter and try,
Try not to awake from the dream,
I enjoyed the dream too much for my own good,
You were in it and you were it,
I wanted you there,
But as my eyes fluttered open I was back where I began,
The dream was history,
I could hardly remember the details of the dream,
All I wanted to do was be alone and sob,
Sob at the loss of something my heart thought it desired,
Cry for something taken away too soon,
Much like a rose snatched before it got to bloom,
It’s beauty can only be imagined as it will never get to be,
Again,
I imprison my hurting heart,
In an attempt to protect it,
My mind agrees never to do any more wishful thinking,
No more far fetched hopes.
Caged Heart
Strangers on a path
Two strangers on a path,
together walk a mile,
stolen glances made,
laughter in silent thought shared.
Hand in hand, in silent march.
Whispers in the wind flutter and echoes through the night thunder.
hand in hand, in silent match towards a cherished dream.
Beknown to both a common plea,
shared by both in cavities deep.
Yet hand in hand they walk a mile,
in silent march,
with faces which speak of mountless tales.
At the crossroad backs do face,
in the absence of an embrace.
Two strangers on a path
hand in hand
in silent march.
EDUCATION MY MOTIVE
Abreast I am.
Committed I am.
So why not with me?
Passion and vision you demand.
Seeing less from them you crush out.
The waving feather settles firmly on you.
Tasting your fruitfulness are doctors.
Serving them with you are teachers.
Floating on top are engineers.
The juicy part of you abound.
Them mourn no more
Because you are alive.
Stress becomes the past
Because you renovate.
Morals you demand
And motive you serve.
Calling you procrastinator
Are who in your absence.
Fighting for your greatness
Are who knows your accent.
Your mission of filling orphaned heart
With happiness is aboard your minds.
You barge through bane
To camouflage poor with rich.
Just in time
You came to my presence.
Our camaraderie is animated
With the spirit of our own strength.
Oh!
How defined you are to me.
You are called the future.
Yes indeed you are.
Outcry of a stranger
A thousand names I own
But they are not my own
Echoes of my cries, mere sounds
My blood sought in every crowd
Wounded to danger, I am
In a home that is not my own
A reminder not to stay
I have been casted away
Shackled by you brother and
Taunted by you sister
Forsaken by you
Though I am connected to you.
Conflicted
It never felt so good to hold you in my arms, this warm gentle spirit I call my wife
Let the hurt and pain of the ordinary dissolve into the dust that once spawned life
I seek refuge in your ever forgiving heart and your undeterred courage
A courage that is relentless in the face of my overwhelming stubbornness
You protect me and I don’t see it
You save me but my pride doesn’t allow it
I push you away and all you do is stand there and accept me
I feel it now as your love breathes life into this baron soul
Stand by me now; hold on for a little longer
Stay with me now and I’ll hold you forever
Splendour of Words
I cannot imagine a world without words
When i need to heal a scar they are right on my side
When all is said and done i use words to fuel my life
I just realised without words we cannot visualise
Therefore with our eyes we cannot see the light
This is why i cannot envision a world without words
It would be like trying to read a book with no words
Hoping to see the kingdom of heaven while lavking faith
Price of your smile
They look, ready to judge
Ready to declare you a miss
They stare, ready to dismiss
Ready to declare you a miss
Did they ever ask
Have they ever asked…
About you, your story
your walk, your tears
your pain, your struggle
Do they know of the blisters on your hand,
The marks of survival written on your back,
Do they know of the sweat it took,
the Patience pill you had to swallow,
Do they know , know the price of your smile
William and Harry, the lion cubs (Number Poem)
One day under the bright African midday sky
Two lion cubs jumped and played and in the sandy terrain they did lie
Three meter high grass, this is the place
Four great big rocks completed the course for the race
Five minutes later and they’re off
Six meters to go and William yells “enough!”
“That’s seven wins for me,’ pronounces younger Harry with a smirk on his face
“I’m sure you’ll make it eight one day,’ replies William as they embrace
Side by side they make their way to their pride of nine
“Ten out of ten for effort baby brother,” quips William ‘but next time glory will be mine’
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As the heavens parted and the rain dribbled down
A sense of ignorance was felt by all
The Gods mocked us as we traded blows in this game of love
Anticipating regrets that were not forthcoming
We persisted at tugging each others heartstrings
And rallied at the prospect of eternal love
I gazed into your eyes and looked deep into your soul
My heart began to beat to the beat of yours
With every breath I heard it cry your name
And this is where it will stay
For our love is meant to be no more
Shall we part ways and pray that fate brings us together
For our hearts again to beat as one
Girl of my past
You came like a thief in the night while I lay sleeping
And snuck into my mind while I was dreaming.
Thought I would need my eyes to see you again.
I was blindsided, I did not expect to see your face.
You simply could not let me forget,
You just had to remind me of my regret.
I managed to put you out of my conscious mind
So you found an opening in my unconscious side.
You always were that smart,
Only brains like yours could win my heart.
That dream has me reminiscing about what was
You could not let me forget.. Girl of my past.


