You see me day by day at the corner
Pockets in hand
Shelves of rotting produce cardboard boxes
20 cent sweets that past their sell by date a year ago..
Diligently you see me, come rain or high waters
I stand there pockets in hand
From dusk till dawn
Broken lips that whistle all day
Zimba chips, Cool time, packet tamaties.
A tune the little ones love to hear
No choice I have, ends meat is all I crave
But you brand me as a low class citizen.
Education I have not The Class room smarts they say
I can't construct a well thought out sentence
With concords alliteration and all those linguistic devices.
But I know how to communicate
I can't solve Linear Equations or know who pythagoras is
Buh I give you correct change to the last decimal.
I give you tabs that your hyper markets and pick & pays stores will never allow.
But you still brand me as a low class citizen
Any mischievous activities occur I'm the first to wear the blame.
And no apology is afforded to me
The man at the corner
The robs I wear are not to my liking but are a testament to my financial struggle.
All you see is a **** Bo tsotsi.
Does a mans status really revolve around money.
How I wish my luck will change with those 7 miniature *****
But still you'll find me, the man at the corner.
You pass me by in your luxury cars with your fancy titles.
I have only known Bra Dross.
Well that's sufficient for me
Buh still with your discerning eyes feel like shackles to my navel constricting my ambition to pass on my name
But still you find me, the man st the corner
I excepted my fate buh still looking forward to my better day
Next time you see the. Man at the corner
Leave a greet for him, share a smile with him
He is just a man
A man at the corner who said no to un lawfulness
Jul 10, 2014
Jul 10, 2014 at 8:16 AM UTC
I noticed a tear drop on the left side of her chick
Portraying a silhouette of raw emotions strung by the touch of time
My heart could not bare the brand of the pain she has felt, feeling, endured
My touch was cold to her breast
My word drowned her soul
All I can
All I could was just love her
The scare I could not mend
Jul 10, 2014
Jul 10, 2014 at 7:15 AM UTC
Hmm I'm sure u being angelic with the movement of ur fingers dipped in
the well of nothingness to filter them to paper
When sudden nothingness tames my fingers, as I make love to these key
pads I forget that intoxication got me telling tales I thought I had
burried...
Buried in shallow graves where passerby's could for a moment glimpse
at an age never lived a time never recorded a place where there and
here are joined in the apex of yesterday, so shed a tear they will 4
us...
Like a corpse' that once lived, reconnection took its tall in heaven
if not in hell cos earth was a just a play ground of uncertain
emotions that got blew by futures winds...
winds timid, crimson to those we left behind while in our sparkle...
I noticed a tear drop on the left side of your chick
Portraying a silhouette of raw emotions strung by the touch of time
My heart could not bare the brand of the pain she has felt, feeling, endured
My touch was cold to her breast
My word drowned her soul
All I can
All I could was just love her
The scare I could not mend
Love endures pain, love endures hurt, love conquers all, if its felt
deep then its true, regardless of the ebony dress it shadows itself in
when night is upon us. Day feels like a horror movie when words
recited suddenly fade like those credits @ an end of a movie...
We few we lonely few, who sit till the tape runs dry, not to encore
not to support, just to hold on to the scrapes of memories that we
build during the play coz the memory hurts more then the end. We hold
on to it the hurt just to feel close...
The hurt tends to feel close because fear takes its toll when the
thought of relinquishing seems pretty scarier than moving on to what
makes us happy. Opening a new chapter gives birth to to misery of the
unknown yet tales are to unfold in masquarades of what we wish not to
uravel...
We wish not to unravel... Unravel a forbidden tale of ravens and
eagles dining in the cauldron of tears wept in joy, that fear to say:
I made my heart an open book for you to novel upon, while I make love
to the words ur lips dare not utter but your eyes invite me to bed.
With my eyes wide shut, the world becomes more clearer, a little more
refined like a sip of spanish wine. With every sip a blue rose petal
forms and deforms due to the dew formed from falling from grace. Tis
magnificent behind the eyes of a poet
Conversation between the sheets
Jul 4, 2014
Jul 4, 2014 at 2:48 PM UTC
With my eyes wide shut, the world becomes more clearer, a little more refined like a sip of spanish wine.
No boundaries to captivate
No standards to adhere
Just a feel of freedom
Where time and space is just a choice
Day and light just a Shadow in the dark
False pretenses as good as truth
Walks on water and floats on mountains
Burns on ice then drenched in dust
This must just be or believed to be
An alternate verse that we traverse.
With my eyes wide shut, the world becomes more clearer,
a little more celestial then galaxies on orion's belt
Flew thru the seven seas charted the skys abyss
Black holes like rain drops inter-changing the there and now
Reality distorted illusions comes too
Life and death have no domain in this plain.
No boundaries to captivate
No standards to adhere
Just a feel of freedom
Where love and hate become perspective
Jul 4, 2014
Jul 4, 2014 at 7:14 AM UTC