Take me to a place where there is adventure
A place of winding roads
A place that feet long to explore
A place where we never get tired

Take me to a place of peace
A place where we love with our souls
A place where we talk with our eyes
A place where the bees never sting

Take me to a place of heaven
A place where our smiles are the lights
A place where happiness noursihes us
A place where we sit next to God

Take me to a place where there’s no conformity
A place where freedom reigns
A place where liberty does not sit still
A place where we are neighbours with fraternity

Take me to that place

It must be the greatest feeling to be truly happy with yourself and your situation; Like actually be at the place where you are able to accept that you need to forget what’s gone, appreciate what still remains and look forward to what’s coming next. Heavens, is that difficult! Our little world – the place that we all escape to, is the gift that can never be opened by anyone else. My little world is consumed with words: words of greats, legends , poets. Words are my escape, my own little hide-out. Sometimes, it’s even a guilty pleasure. Words, to me, are what boxing gloves are to Ali. For the time I’m with them, I am able to defeat crippling inhibitions and be champion of Self. My little world of words is my pocket of bliss against the hems of flames of the world.

your coffee has been standing
for so long it has gone cold.
you’re busy trying to explain
why it is better this way.
but all i hear is the sound of your voice
how this will be the last time.
we had to sit outside because you needed to smoke.
as if anyone needs to smoke.
the sweet wrappers you twisted in your fingers
while you talked fly off the table. that image
will stay with me.
and you say its okay, that its been a long time coming.
you’ve left already. Paid for your coffee
because you do not want to owe me anything.
and finally i understood;
my heart did not break loud enough for you.
the pieces did not shatter and cut into you.
but it is in pieces none the less.

You. Are. Killing. Me.
she yelled.
she threw the mail in my face
thick hard envelopes
flew into my face like
a quick gust of wind
quick and harsh.
she said i was doing myself in.
that i was killing her.
my life was starting to have meaning
and she woke up
woke up and did not know who she had been
all these years.
she threw at me all the letters she meant to
but did not send.
about how her everything had collected
into an inconsiderable amount of nothing.
how she had to stay in one place
so i could have somewhere for my letters to collect.
but all i managed when i
picked up the mail she threw at
my face when she yelled
that my hands
were tight around her neck;
were bills and paper cuts.

You wear her on your skin.
Her darkness overshadows your light.
People recognize you as a pair,
And you cannot bear to tell them that she broke your heart, but
your neighbours know.
When you come home with a grocery bag – no groceries; you’ll cry
and curse her angelic name.
You hate the music only
because she taught you how to love dancing.
You wear her on your skin.
You’re unintentionally content with this being,
You live in quiet chaos.

Fear not rejection because it fuels passion,
somebody saying NO is Gods way of saying work with what you know.
Fear Not judgement, as people only judge that which they do not know.
When Judgement arises, turn the other cheek, at least try to be indulgent.
Fear not failure because it serves as proof that you took a test.
Though your efforts remain inefficient, this, your true zeal attests.
Fear not repudiation as this arises in situations where others fail to pay recognition to your cognition.
I believe that hate is the chronic ailment that has left the world in a defiled Condition

It all adds up

We live in a world where people submit to the laws of governance and religion
We are constantly surrendering to all the things that forcefully design our vision.
makes me sick to be the only one seeing what everyone else is missing.
Frowned upon by my peers, got everybody thinking, He’s weird!
how they stare at me as I sit alone with my thoughts enjoying a cold beer
As i sit there and think..”If their dreams were half as Colossal as mine only then would they understand me.”
I’m tired of watching the world fall apart, I’ve got a lot to say, my mental activity is off the charts,
In the past, I swore to never go public with my art,
but doing so hasn’t helped much, not for the most part
So best believe I say this…with a heavy heart.

R.U.T

What they didn’t know

What she didn’t know was that she’d received the bursary from the University and the acceptance letter was coming that day, after countless rejection letters, when she drank those tablets and closed her eyes for the last time.

He didn’t know that the HR administrator was going to call him to confirm that he had indeed gotten the job, after waiting for more then 2 weeks for an answer.

She didn’t realize that her baby would grow up to be a President when she went for the abortion even though she heard a small voice saying “don’t do it”. All because her immediate circumstances looked hopeless.

She couldn’t believe that she’d be loved again by a man that had been dreaming of her all his life, after her heart was broken and decided to pull the trigger.

They didn’t realize that the bad days would soon end.
That the pain would end eventually.
That the tears and sweat would eventually pay off
Because they had lost all hope in life ever becoming better.

Suicide is never a solution. It’s a fact: the bad days will end.

How do I cry when tears burn my face like acid? How do I smile while my heart is filled with sorrow,pain,anger? How do I stand and face the world while you keep pushing me down? Pushing hard? How do I speak when you shock me every time I open my mouth?
Should I just shut it to avoid trouble? Should I just force the smile even though it hurts? Should I just stop and let you take over? Should I? I hide the tears on my face with heavy make-up and bright lipstick…wondering when will I see that bright light at the end of the tunnel….that bright light that everybody sees but not me…hoping you’ll wake up and see the pain and anger I carry inside day-in and day-out. Tell me,do you have a heart? That heart that bleeds at the sight of pain….I mean that heart that’s pure,humble and human…that heart that’s warm and tender?
Tell me do you?

They are senseless
sensated spot on
wild animals when
it comes to their prey.

Their swiftness when
they go for their meal
is like that of athletes
going for that gold medal.
Then they catch it, that is
when they realise that
it will be a banquet day
for their families.

When they finish eating
they serve themselves with
dessert of licking one another.