Love yourself.
The best piece of advice
Anyone ever gave me
The best piece of cake
I ever ate.

He bought her sandals.
The best ones she ever had.
They were hers and
she loved them.

She was the barefoot
kind of girl.

It came to her
that he had laid a path
for her to tread upon
by gifting her with shoes..

It was up to her
to take the first step.
And to keep walking.

On land
Across the sky
And through the mind.

Keep walking
until the time comes
to stand still again.

To take off the sandals
and feel grass underfoot.

There's a time to be silent
and a time to speak.
Life is scary in RSA
with our power cuts,
water issues
and general decline.
People are feeling anxious
about what is and
what is coming,
those that cant or wont
leave the country.

Brazen politicians,
reminds me of the book
"Animal Farm"
a revolution
Communism revisited
Everyone is equal
but some more equal than others

Revolt
peasant and person
all people alike

If I could ask you
to consider me
in your prayers,
it would be that I be safe
and supported and happy
doing what I love to do
and that people
around me feel the same,
most especially you x

it gnaws at me,
an alien in my belly tugging
at my insides turning me inside out..    
this palpable feeling of gravity
of my place on and in the earth,
sidestepping the grave
like a ballerina blindfolded
and dancing in the dark

rain kissed wing tips dip and dive
claws curled up on the wires
that bind us
ill conceived desires reign a planet
with the tears of another child born
in a cage bound for the stage
Freedom lies in the wings
in that song that the rainbird sings

When you
Look at me
I feel electrified
Almost terrified
I know just what
Would happen
If you happened to me  
If I had to
Happen upon you
I would be utterly
Absolutely intoxicated
By you.

where do we start
and where do we end
its a ******
being with you
its tender
just knowing you
you break my heart every day
and yet i love you
i love you still
i love you
love you love you
am i stupid?
i am something
that you havent
yet guessed at.
whats the bet?
you aint gonna get it.
Yet here we are.
You, wearing shoes
in the presence of
my bare feet.

Pretty white flowers
in the sun
The day’s just begun
Golden light falls across
Your face
It’s so lovely
The need to embrace you
Is strong
I do sense a sense of
Belonging

I want to lie
with my legs
entangled in yours,
I want to live
with my heart
in sync with yours,
I want to die
with my hands
entwined in yours..
I am
and have always
been yours.

I am a fool for you
and my heart
has no inclination
to follow the rules,
it just bulldozes forward
toward you
leaves me spinning
in its trail and
spitting up dust.
Like a moth to flame
your magnetic being
pulls me closer
than I trust myself to be.

Saltwater on the fingertips
That wiped your tears away
They water your garden
These experiences have sewn you into the ground
Roots grown and unbound
You merging with you
let it grow and let it be
A giant swaying tall tree
Robust in a wind that has
Others pinned to walls of
Sleepwalking faces
We are awake around here
We suffer no illusions
Nor delusions
Because we are Alive.

Numb, numb to dumb.
Alls been said and done
And here we are
Standing in the rain
Sweet tears, wet pain
Fear not loved one
We'll ride this ocean
Of emotion and
Come out smiling
Fingers on the dials
Of happiness  
And warm under
The blankets of love

They had taken the bait
and now they waited.  
The jury was out on lunch
and she chewed her fingernails
to pass time.
He shifted,
loosened his tie and tried
not to look her in the eye.
One ravenous moment
had devoured a life of maybe's
forced to face some mirror
stand trial, be made to wither
Oh! to have known sweet desire
is to have overthrown
any verdict of denial.

I would climb walls
to get to you
mountains even
if that's what it took
to spend one more
moment with you

Those eyes that stare
Share stories
That no words could tell
It’s in a gesture
In a slant of the shoulder
In the weight of a sigh

Shifting perspectives
7cm from dying
Quivers as it quavers
7seconds
From flying
Sorry where were you
When I was trying to
Fry that perfect egg?

While it snows
in Norway
they look for summer
in Africa,
the Motherland -
there where the great lion
will eat you.

Inconceivably impossible
But yet here it is.
Here I am.
An anomaly trying
To mainstream
It's way through life
While some sense in me
Finds no such sense in you
Sometimes I am that tadpole
Weaving it's way
through the current
Sometimes that kingfisher
In amongst termites
Did you know that
Theres a warrent out
For your arrest
They say that you're
The very best
At what you do
And yeh you do be good
At getting me to love you
**** you I do.
I do love you.

Listen.
I need to talk.
Had been hoping you would
Walk beside me, hold my hand,
Watch my back as I do yours.
This self destructive cycle
Has me spinning in circles
Madness on a rats wheel
Roller coaster riding
As sanity flits like a flutterby
Just outside my reach
No wonder I don’t remember
Why would I want to?
I am beside myself and
Apart from you
Pleading on deaf ears
For a moments peace
Pressure release before I
Implode. Boom.
Just like that.
Boom boom.

Embrace yourself
in your own cocoon
if you must,
Vent yourself
And howl
at the moon's cusp
Cry me tears
That wash you clean
Make peace
with things
You may have seen
Sit for awhile,
come have some tea
Share your thoughts
And dreams with me
I will listen
Will give you my time
And when you leave
You'll be just fine

Where was I when
you were here
Where were you when
I was there
I don't remember
as much as I should
and there must be a reason
or else I would.
Could I remember?
Dismember my mind
in order to find some memory
that i wasn't meant to keep?
I could.
But some dogs are best left asleep.

My own lemon tree!
Bear fruit for me
I will eat your babies
With love :)

love songs come
in all shades of rainbow
i watch the night skies
light up
with the colors of you
and it's so **** beautiful.

I wait for you
As I walk with you
Some great divide holds you
To the other side
And I watch, holding my breath
While holding your hand.

As Eyes close to this reality
They open up to Dream
Where nothing makes sense
In retrospect and nothings
As it seems

Yet it lingers into real-time
That moment in the morning
When I’m dreaming yet awake
and I find myself wondering
Which reality is real.

There’s a song in my soul
That I try to control
But it won’t be directed
Or infected by me
My higher self singing
and flinging me
forwards into the light,
with my dreams in sight
There - where I am awake,
with glimmer and gleam and
in sync with my being.

In the gardens of paradise
We ate figs from the tree
That gave us shelter
And we swam in the water
that gave us nourishment

We crafted little horses
From wood as Gods smiled
in encouragement

Our horses would take us far
From gardens of perfection
And daily introspection

Not sheeple blindly believing
In something we couldn't see
But people with purpose
And curiosity

Manes billowing in the wind
As we ran..
Away from captivity
Into the wild unknown
Toward our destinies
Toward our freedom
Toward ourselves

Then, when we were
Adam and Eve,
We were expected to believe
But now we are free to be
What we choose to be
And we do so knowingly
Lovingly
Consciously
Aware of karma and consequence
We choose our own destiny.

am i supposed to
write happy songs
when i am not so happy?
watch this space.
there is
an evolution
a revolution
happening inside of me.
and i am you.
here with you.
doing this thing with you,

In the beginning there was
the word.  Abracadabra.
As I speak, so will I create.
Let there be light. Let there be love.    
  Let there be all the goods things that we have been dreaming of.
As above so below. Know thyself.

whispers the wind on deaf ears
sleeping monsters lie at the bottom
of silent oceans
deep damp depths defy deference
to the deities of the dark
swallowing water as a bird gulps air
the shadow below unfurls
and stretches itself out
embraces the tidal wave
that gives birth upon earth
to a new kind of monster
( ? )

we come from a watery womb
and much as there is love
my god,
we have some monsters amongst us.

take back the light,
monsters.

come back to the Light.

Reading books,
Reading words,
Some thoughts
Are totally absurd
To make poetry
Out of pain
and story out of glory
Of moments in time
With no reason, no rhyme
Just life, sublime..
Somebody's point of view
Nothing old, nothing new,
Just another *** of stew.
....

I stretch out my arms,
disengage myself
from a tangle of dreams
and find you, impossible you
watching me from your pillow..
What are you thinking?
Is that you or are those stars
blinking down at me?

When I think of you
My heart beats faster
I have made love to you
With my eyes
Can barely disguise
This way that I feel
It's so **** real
That it feels
like a daydream.

What do you need eyes for
if you're not looking?
Why have ears if you don't listen?
How strange to have
a conscience that you don't use?
What use is a tongue if used to abuse?
Sense the surreality of your own dream
and wake up, come to your senses
and look around...

Dancing
in slow motion
with that other
version of you.

Not just about heart
Sometimes
It's a stomach thing.
One feels it there,
pounding away.

Unborn wings
Emerging..
The birth of a something
Pressure at your back
As wild birds sing

Everything's right with
believing that
the good in you
is the God in You.

His incandescence
touched her
The very essence of him
Was hot and cold
And confusing
Quintessentially
Absolutely unnecessary
Yet seeming oh so very
Necessary

it was a bird
that broke the back of night
a mating call unto the light
shadows black and bruises blue
it ushered in another hue

I saw a man fumbling
stumbling to his knees
I watched his prayer loose it’s wings from his lips as he begged of his God for release, for peace,
for a piece of bread
or a comfortable bed

Cigarette in hand
he asks me for a light
I strike a match, watch
Smokey fingers dance
The air is thick tonight
Pregnant shadows huddle
In corners, waiting
Silver moon watches me from
A puddle at my feet
I jump aside toward the lamp
Heavy the night that falls
from me as I
Slip into the light
He splashes through the water,
Humming,
Smokey fingers trailing behind.

You unravel me
as we travel down
these highways of love
Quite unexpected,
this flight, this dove
It has flown deep
from the heart of me
into the unknown
and in spite of my fears
I will own this part of me
that is you.
Set you free, bird.
Fly true.

Your eyes lit up the skies
Tonight,
Dark curtains
Torn open
by the light of you
Shining so brightly
Oh, what you mean to me.
Heart quickens
When you smile at me.

when i tasted your salt
the sea in me arose
i am an ocean unto you
i will water your gardens
you will be my budding bloom
and i will be your groom.

Sometimes I want to write
But am not sure what
I want to express
Nothing to impress upon you
Except the need to rid myself
Of excess mind stuff
It’s therapy
It’s release
It’s an exorcism
An affair of the mind
One to another
Always wanted a brother
Had a sister instead
Is as it is
Strokes my hair,
My mother, as she tells me
Put your backpack on and go
Just go
Get away from yourself
So I did.
But you know,
One returns to oneself
You can’t run forever
Sometimes you just have to
Sit with yourself
And have that conversation
You’ve been avoiding
Sometimes it’s time
To reabsorb your many you’s
And acknowledge your shadow
As being part of you.

She stayed
When he lost his mind
Stayed behind
When his voice lost sound
They met at the edge of a circle
Drew their swords and
Laid them on the ground
The gravity of consequence
Lay thick in the air
One slice of love and
One slice of despair

There’s a peculiar something
about synchronicity
the more you notice it
the more obvious it becomes
And then you find
yourself musing at
the marvelous nature of life
and how coincidence
does not explain it at all
it's all connected, somehow.
like mushrooms.
All mushrooms are magic.

there is a possibility
that this space
between you and I
does not exist and that
we truly are One
that indeed we are
our own ancestors
reaping seeds
that we've already sewn
consequences shape life
and as gods in training
we must learn how to sculpt.

Tonight we touch the stars
Trail our fingers over mars
Yellow moon smiling
As we skid along
The highways of the mind
Wide eyed and blinking
Under light of Venus and
Spell of Night

Dare me
to be different.
Dare yourself to be other
than who you usually are.
Stop!    Why the eyebrow?
You know just as well as I what I mean.

And then he said
Hold back, give space,
Don’t respond straight away
Irritable, he says
"so irrationally you"
What am I to do
Can't turn you aside
Can't pull you closer
Can't have you kiss me
Can't have me miss you
Theres no bliss in this.
We deserve better,
You and I
You are my sunshine
And I am your sky
But I cannot keep you
Unless you are mine.

i love you.
I love all of you.
Thank you
for having
me.
When again
there is an Ark
i will have all of you
with me.