I leave the mirror
Scarred by rejection
Thinking at a glance
Its just an optical illusion
I'm the spitting image
Of who I want to be
Gleefully I left them there
Empty

Generations participated in hope and prayer
As he fathomed the perfect storm
Hoisting freedoms flag high as he navigated
Across the raging tempest for...Twenty seven years
Nelson Mandela you are the personified hope
A humble Man a Hero of the free world

As the sunflower drops
in afterglow of shade  
And the gloss of the gleem fades
across the moonlit shadow
We are summoned by the horizon
into the magnificent light
that offers no shadow
The light of God is perched on love
without  side effects...
without a shadow of doubt...
crossing the night into dawn

Chance and change
Sometimes we let it pass
us by without HELLO!

Jet sets all corners
Neither here nor there
Touchdown low profile
Flashy car speeding past
I use to live there as a delinquent
The sounds of the sirens got them hooked hopeless wanton
The incantations echoes in minds
That  feeds the Insomniac
Our new hellos And goodbyes
Are only apparitions
Partly clichéd partly prodigal
Until we see them concussed
shredded in colours of shade and shame jolted by our own pain...
Slain into a state of compassion
Our hearts prepare a banquet
On a budget of prodigious love

metaphors have helped poets a lot to explain what they're feeling
either you're a storm
a cloud
a sunshine
a galaxy or
a star
but whatever metaphor you may be
you will still be the greatest treasure
they could ever get
and that's how beautiful metaphors are made.