I don't understand why you preach every Sunday about going to heaven but you not even done with what you suppose to come do here on this earth........

Dear self.

Stop listening to others.

Home: a place where you learn to speak.

Church: a place where you and everyone speak the samething.

Bar: a place to speak everything with everyone.

Some parents cry for the ones who are gone.
And others cry for the ones who are still with them...

We should not allow gay men to kiss on babies

Is FIGHTING a way to show that I have grown-up or a way to show that I am still immature?

We seek the truth, in others.
We seek answers in books, written by people. Yet the greatest question we are never, in the mood to answer is...

Dear Soldier Lady.

How can I get your attention without holding my hand against my head?

Back in the old days...

I miss the good old days when the only pain I ever felt was was scraped knees and f*cked up elbows...
The days when going to the doctor meant getting a lollipop or a sweet.

The days when I thought my shadow was spying me and that I could become a superhero just by using any towel as a cape.

Those days when I could wear anything I wanted to because the other kids didn't care about what I wore; And that if I had shoes that lit up in the darkness I was "THE ****!"

And in the car, I miss the times I would get angry at my older sister for taking the front seat. The times when getting your pencil or rubber stolen was the only real drama in the world.
And to get Girls; all you needed to do was run fast...(**** I was slow as a turtle)

Wait wait wait!! First, you need to lose some................?

I think about all the terrible things that are happening in life....................

And I realized that these things don't prove to us that God is present; They prove to us that God is absent...

My family has been stuck in the same ***** old slum for decades now.

My father is a electrician. He fixes stoves, radio's, tv's and sells them for alcohol no wonder everytime I get home the house looks bigger.

I was only 9years old when I started picking up my fathers habitats: like the broken pieces of whiskey bottles he throws around the living room every time his favorite team loses.
I picked up my fathers habit to swear, hit and poke a woman if ever she doesn't give me what I want.
And every Monday my father loses his voice from shouting too much on previous weekend and I also picked up his habit to NOT think before I speak...

I'm so bad the Devil warned me that if ever he sees me in Hell again, he'll call the police on me.

She'll write on your wall every week(or sometimes more) till your wall looks like a Valentine joint.

She'll post pictures of Her and tag you even if you are not there with Her, and you'll always feel that the LIKES you get from the facebook audience means alot more to Her than your happiness....And for the most part, you may be right.

She'll write love notes about how she feels about You but will never say it. She will comment on your pictures and tell you that you're so cute/handsome - but those words will never come out of Her lips.
On the inbox, you'll both have the hottest conversation but when the two of you are together, she'll transform into this "Shy miss Goody2shoes" even your friends will be shocked!

And later that very sameday she'll have the nerve to write on your wall again letting everyone on facebook know what a lovely day she had with You cause she doesn't wanna seem boring.

We sat by the beach until the night could take us home.
We traveled in a musk that only love could use our face to show.
I woke into your arms where it feels safer in your care.
And with you I shall share even till the last bread that I have.
Create in me a better Prince for the King that I was born to be...

Dear *******

They say you are what you eat, so am I a nothing?

Nah never mind that: first of all, I'd like to thank you for ruining my life and making it a living hell, and for making me drop out of school too.

Thank you for making me distance myself from the people who beg me to stop using You. Thank you for making people fear that I might rob or hurt them and thank you for making me hate the police and act like I don't give a ****.

Thank you for making me not to believe in compliments and for making me think they're all just lies. Thank you for the illegal foreigners who bring you to my country and offer more drugs even to our pregnant women.  
Thank you for making me believe that I'm not myself when I'm sober. Thank you for not being so cheap and affordable.
Thank you for making my family so scared for my life. Thank you for turning my body into a junk yard.
Thank you ******* for giving me ideas to break in my neighborhood and steal flat screens and jewelry just so me and you can be together...

I think about you all the time, I hope you think about me too.

Wanna know where she got the scars from? The answer is YOU...
See, just because she's good at keeping secrets doesn't mean everything that happened in the past doesn't exist.

And just like YOU, I'm also disappointed at Her for sleeping with the whole Nigerian soccer team. And that dress she had on lastnight, matches the colour of my bed sheets...
And the reason I keep calling Her a ***** is to remind YOU that Afrika is surrounded by a Beach.

But let me stop wasting my breath because the word "NO" doesn't seem to make You stop... And the only time I ever heard Her beg is when she was begging somebody to get ontop of Her body...

Ghetto conceived at night, aborted by the morning sun. The cost of living is too high! Even mother nature can't afford to raise the morning sun...

Pay-day: where is father time when you need em? Perhaps he'll come home tonight drunk again! With some leftovers from BurgerKing. Braging and singing about his brandnew Italian shoes that are now hurting his feet...

Me: Its Friday night, I decided to go out again. And seek for warmth in the dark shadows of my neighborhood. Death(gun) is my only friend. He's the only one who keeps me warm and my stomach full everytime I BANG him!

Unkind critics would say that poetry is a waste of time! It is garbage and predictable and that anyone could jump in and write those words without much effort.

I do not expect you to be perfect for me; because I myself am not perfect either.

The only thing I expect from thee is to be atleast normal, and normal is not necessarily popular.
Smoking is popular, but its not normal.
Being a slacker is popular, but its not normal.
Bisexual is popular, but its not normal.
Plastic surgery and too much make-up and is popular, but its not normal...
And posting all your business on twitter/facebook is popular, but its not normal.

I always wanted to have a woman who has an Afro. One who is tall, afrikan, smart, sweet and soulful.

We finally met, we clicked, we vibe for a year. After that, we didn't talk for like six months. I moved on with a light skinned girl who was a blond,
But that natural black Afro always stayed in my mind.

It wasn't long till fate took me face2face in the same room to that Afro that I've been trying so hard and so long to forget.
But we was cool tho, she kept her distance, I kept mine...(We shared a lil bit of eye contact)

Me: I cheat before I get the right girl.
But You: You get the right girl and then you cheat.

I sit in a restaurant, quietly drinking my wine...

I notice our waiter in his black & white clothes, His shoes were old and raggedy.
I think of him struggling to earn a living,
Surviving off the tips customers give him after serving their food and drinks...
And yet he is smiling.

I watch a 65 year old couple playful arguing about what to eat.
Surely They've been doing this for years cause the waiters greet them by name.
Aah, Love never grows old. *(Mr & Mrs Koekemoer)

I see a business man suited and booted. His always on the phone and always in a hurry. He spills some coffee on his white shirt.
Ag! He seems to be annoyed with himself...

Now I'm looking at this Girl in front of me. A cute yellow-bone with a mini-afro.
She has brown eyes and her lips are shining with cherry lip-gloss. Her smile can sink a thousand ships.
Wow, I'm happy around her.

But...

I notice the missing finger she tries to hide with her other hand. No poetry can describe thy brutality.
But still, she is WORTH it...

I used to have a lot of sweet metaphors to add in your girlfriends cake so she can bite the sweetness that will soon make her teeth rot and have them removed by the same dentist who made your sister pregnant with the same **** that had DNA of an 8year old child that was ***** and killed 2years ago found dead in the dustbins of Khayelitsha.

Listen to me body! I am your master.
Listen to me hands! I command you!

My eyes I demand that you dry. Stop showing this world how fragile we are.

Legs stop shaking and causing earth to reach for me.

Hands stop sweating. Your letting strength slip through our fingers.

Emotions we do not need you here. This house is to small for your boolshit!

Body I'm the master and you the slave
Don't forget that.

Stop exposing my weakness!

You cowardice flesh stop shivering its only pain! Hold still!

Tongue, shut the **** up! you hold your self still and keep my secrets.

In fact body stop being so Human or I will fvckin **** you!!! Haaaaaaaaa!

Her eyes worked perfectly fine.
But She was blind: maybe because she chose to be.
I lied, I cheated, I played silly games on Her every chance I got.
Yet, I told Her that she was my only One,
And she listened. (She wasn't deaf)
But ****! She was blind as *****!.

And now,

I got this beautiful Dime that I'm recently dating. Her names Casey. ****, everytime she smiles my kidneys faint.
Her sweet voice commands me to do almost anything.
Sometimes she doesn't pick up Her phone and in public she doesn't wanna hold hands too much. She lies about where she been last night...
She tells me I'm Her only One,
And I believe Her...

Father, your love was the toughest kind of love... It was the kind of love in which doubt played a huge part.

You doubted my abilities, you doubted my strength. You always thought that mother's love was making me weak. And that Mashmellows and PlayStation can't teach me to be brave.

Yet each denial or doubt has made me stronger! Each harsh word,(Bastured, *******) made me realize that some words are made to be ignored!

I don't listen, Yes, you were right...
  
I always complained that You never understood me. But yet again, I never understood You.
Perhaps the father of your fathers father raised You the sameway that You are raising me! (With a rod, belt and endless shouting)

#With me not being your favorite child of the family. I vow not to follow your footsteps as Father oneday; I'd rather start my own footsteps.(Support, loyalty and endless love for my kids)

I'm Doper than I were 2 blunts ago...

Good men don't smile...

Do you know Solomon of love? Cause I can tell you about the love of Solomon.
Solomon cries, he has issues, issued in a male-magazine. Magazine to refill our knowledge that all MEN are created equal.
This has nothing to do with an athlete called Oscar Prestorius cause Solomon never owned a gun. Gun gives birth to a metaphorical insult known as "Son of a Gun"
Bullet is the name of my girlfriends Dog that triggered her father to shoot in the air.(BANG!) But Bullet's bite is not as loud as his bark (personified). And Bark is the name of tree we engraved the date of our first meeting I had with Delila. And I hope that oneday we'll plant seeds of love and grow our own family tree...

I fix my actions by choosing my words right. But does that mean I have to Verb my way out of every reaction or should I noun to sound right?

I don't taste good on the ears and I don't sound right on the eyes either. You shouldn't teach a new dog old tricks is my only reason I shout at dark clouds to remind them that RED is the only colour to bleed.

Yet Red is For Danger, but does that mean Roses are dangerous too? And the secret smell behind how Jesus Rose, doesn't perfume me well...either way the thorns are the reason we bleed...

There's no police yet my hands are up. See, If what I say goes hand in hand with words of Christianity or any Afrikan Religion, it only does so because the language of fear and repetition of the mind has discovered it to be true. Because truth don't belong to a Culture or Faith or what so ever:

But how the truth lies naked in a bed of lies, is completely unacceptable...but if the police keep my hands in the air I might just catch the feeling of how religion feels like. Even if what I say about christianity doesn't go hand in hand with my actual beliefs..I have no other choice but to hold on, because if I fall I'd fall for nothing, unless if there be a woman I can sin with... **** *** is just everything I what so ever wishes to feel, because the Holy spirit hasn't been around much...

Street corners belong to women too...
Trust no one, even if they come in pairs...to convince you otherwise.

Maybe they-re just born that way, or maybe I'm just a good target that has enough goods to take-away, I took her number but she stole my phone...How the heck am I gonna call her?

******* inked on a human flesh. Girl, you should've been an Artist cause wherever your hands touch they leave a sting... And it's funny how things ended by You being the only One laughing at the end. Because I can promise you that if the moon would become broke, I'd pick up its pieces and stab you on the back...

...From the back because I heard that you love it from behind, its not because I'm a slacker, but its just that I don't mind coming second, trust me... Its better if you come first either in my life or in bed..

I came, I saw and watched the clock as it watches me watch it. ****! My grandpa was right; Nowadays with all these "DRUGS" and "DISEASES" walking around is the main reason why so many of our beautiful youth are filling the graves...

Either falling to fill the grave, or falling in love to fall pregnant...even if the disease came as honest as unsafe ***, "if she is a beauty" you'd never neglect it, like my Grandmother said... *** sells, but it Comes cheap and leaves at a very expensive price...it might take your health, or probably maybe your life...

I have bled and I'm still bleeding. Love is painful, and so are the thorns of a Rose. We rose like roses. We blossom, we sprung. We stay together like the Black & White keys of Piano. No segregation just beauty and purity. We beauty soulful that is Music, when You & I collide...

#Lets stay together like "DO RE MI FA and SO"

I had a bone, so I threw it in the bush... I guess this ***** doesn't believe in things that are far fetched.
Out of your schoolbag, give me pen & ruler, cause this is where I will draw the line.
Nowadays I get curious... (Like a young boy who never got the answer to the Question, "Where do babies come from?")
Sometimes life and living are completely two different things: Like a young mother telling a biology student that he never had a Father...  
I'm a Skinny guy with big fat imagination... Size doesn't matter, Does that make you feel any better?
Nah! We both know where babies come from. But we both don't know which direction babies are going to...
Nine-months later, the truth always comes out... I am Father to Poetry... But I'm not yet ready to be Father, so the EXIT sign is a must...

#Hello, Goodbye.

If a killer says she's dead, then she's really dead...
If the best says she's good, then she's really good.
And If a dog says its a *****, then its really a *****...

But, if a lier says "that's the truth"

#Ahem!

1960: 1 camera per 1000 people.
2015: 2 cameras per person.

See, there's no way you can ever win his heart: Specially when He can't envision the same vision of YOU being his main chick...

And if ever the world needed place to sleep: I bet He would tell the world to go sleep in your bed, because He knows that he aint never coming back.(And since He used to BANG you in the bathroom, you should get yourself a name tag that says Oscar Pestorius)

#But why bother question his motives: because all along you've only been dating his Body, not Mind...

The real reason why you don't have a child is not because He didn't buy you a ring: Its because He didn’t want to stick around with you when it started to get dark...

#Oh and by the way: I did not ask for you to undress, I just wanted to know your address...

She's beautiful even if she's 3years old.(Says uncle Sam who's starring from outside the toilet window)

Inhale and exhale 46664 times... My heart spent 27 years behind bars of my skinny ribs; I remember every inch of her Tibia and Fibula...

The Cold air from our long distance formed cracks inside my heart, luckily these cracks never developed large enough for you to escape. And if you did escape; I'd go standing in the Kalahari desert tracing your every step back to the exact tile where the first syllables from our mother tongue has made the Click. "QuQuQaQa" what if our past was written on stone by feathers of an ostrich? The same ostrich who ate the seeds from our forefathers now growing inside his stomach...
  
#My bare feet are standing ontop of shining stones similar to the ones found in Kimberley: Kimberley the place where untold stories are buried beneath the Soil of guilt... So, Can you DIG it, Sucker!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

I was born not understanding. Therefore I shall Die not the same way I was born. Life comes with experience and lessons. And Love becomes stronger when there's commitment and trust. So do not teach me how to love. But do try to appreciate the Wrongs and the Rights. Appreciate the good and the bad. For life is not For Sale. And Love is Key to no Door, but a key that can lock your heart and mine together...

#Therefore I was born not understanding. So don't let me love you, without understanding you...

It was all fine before we look in the mirror. Our eyes only knew sight by the beauty of what is seen.
Only mouth can Say you're UGLY; but the mouth doesn't see what the eyes see...

See, you're a bit thicker than the thinner ones, but that doesn't mean your any less of a Woman. Because less is not more and short is not better...
Your body reminds me of the Garden of Eden; when Adam and Eve used to play hide and seek with the naked sun doing naked things...

Because in life there comes a time when we have to stop what were doing in order for us to know what we are doing...

#So please stop saying to yourself "I am not perfect" because "perfect" doesn't improve... And being "perfect" doesn't prove anything...

Lazy candles, on a Chrismas-Eve cake. 50cents thoughts, for my pocket money. I am a well suited Poet. But my hand on your hips, and my lips on yours is all that I'm missing. I just saw you a couple of never's ago, and I would love to hold you for a couple of forevers more...

#And the day I'm allowed to kiss you in front of your parents; is the day I won't get shy to kiss you in front of those who are not your parents...

Ahem.....................!

Ralf is a player, and sometimes he loves to play Ruff.
But tonight he was patient, because he was with a girl named Patience...
Ralf and Patience didn't speak the same language...but since Ralf got expirience; He understands a girls body language.
And he also understands that to get inside a girls body, he must first get inside her mind...

#If beer and child-support were the same price, would guys still buy it?

I hate Fairy-tales and I hate Pony-tales even more... Knock-Knock I am BlackBerry, are you StrawBerry? Invite me in for another December; Next to my favourite body part, between your Legs and your Lips..
Oh excuse my French for I am a very long kisser...
And my mistake is my Correction.
So don't ever make me stop when I get on Top...

I read within a writer's book.
Don't let your eyes stare the page:
"Stone walls don't make prison,
And iron bars don't cage make!"

And those marble floors and walls of glass,
Will also never make Home.

Because only a house where Love abides,
And Friendship is guest.
Is surely home-sweet-home:
And place where the Heart can rest..

Nobody knows how ICE feels like cause everybody knows how the COLD feels like. Even alphabetically, its been proven that LOVE doesn't start with a Kiss; it starts with an "L".

#‎And just because you turned 18: doesn't mean your skirt should be higher then a GAS price...

Your value might be small, but keep in mind that money doesn't respects value, because money is the exchange of value... And where money is involve, truth is separated.

#‎Dont‬ sell your Bed for Bread...

Law is based on established facts to say that  LAWYERS are not LIERS...they are only trained to defend their clients. Therefore to claim that Lawyers are trained to Lie makes it sometimes difficult for anyone else to tell lies...

#In other words: Lying is not by Nurture, but by Nature

Left eye, looking to the Right. Love looks better when its out of sight.. Dark skin to yellow bone... Girl, Don't judge me by my colour. Cause I'm like SuperMan when I write poetry; I will throw you in the air and kiss you in the clouds.
From Venus to Pluto, how many shooting stars will it take for the galaxy to miss us? In a world full of gold, diamonds and rubies. As if Dragonball doesn't know who Majin Boo is...