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the holder
of stomachs

licking
clean
the doll
of a depressed
ventriloquist
I have been taught
by those much wiser
and more experienced
that if I am disturbed,
I have in some way
caused the disturbance.
Whether by ignorance
or inaction,
intent or mistake.
I am responsible
for the actions
I take; no one
can "make me"
do or feel anything.

Practice does not make perfect;
practice makes permanent.
Be ****** careful, then,
what you practice.
A little consideration of one's own words and actions and consideration of others goes a long way.
Onder die laslappie kombers
van die sterre en die maan
het my hart talle male verstik
aan n proetjie eensaam.

ñ koue hart wat reik
Na iets om vas te hou
in bed wat oorloop
Van spasies net vir jou

, maar in die siekbed van die see
Het ek te veel tyd spandeer
Voor n plafon van hoop
Wat met motreen bo my oopskeer.

En in retrospek kyk ek na my bed
Wat nog altyd leeg staan
Nie sonder jou nie
Maar oor die twyfel in my eie bestaan.

My bed was net leeg...
Oordat my hart leeg was
Soos n vol kanvas
Met wit leeg gekwas.

Want ek was daar,
En nou dat ek verstaan
Weet ek die nag is net donker
Sonder die sterre en n maan.

Wat my laat met die vraag...
Was dit die bed of was dit ek
Want wat is werklik leeg-
Die mens , of die plek?
a cleansing of raindrops
gently falling
tinkering delicate rhythms
highlight a sunset
through grey clouds
billowing across a tableau
nobody painted

these old walls
for many years
the dust settled
occasionally vacuumed

saxophone highlights
the melody drawn out
like the softest flick
pictures drawn by notes
the lilies are glistening
the backyard replenishes
newer shoots sprout
in spring they shall flower
more than last year
while I chase the sunshine
& clouds framing the
shape of your mouth like
who am I to think she can fly or
get that high
but it's Sunday.
I am
asking the air a favor
that your thinnest shirt might
remind you of me
that the next time you run
the sun could burn you some
that we might get a drink and
blink a thousand times in a bar
is nonsense
is
weekend news
like a shovel to help make your pretty bed
call me your
friend and
tell her yes
wake up again and against it
ask me
if I am
in love
Prescription by Mother Nature
Soma that lasts for as long as you dream
Medicine without side effects
Caviar with no expense

A state of mind
That takes you anywhere your imagination pleads
Being able to become whoever you want
Even not a human being

Travelling the world at the speed of light
Braking the barriers of distance and time
A conversation with those who for long have died

An unlimited world of happiness
Brought upon the hiding of the sun
The rising of the moon
And the twinkling of the stars

Pathway to heaven
Caviar with no expense
State of mind
Taking you to the limit of your imagination
Unlimited world of happiness
That begins as you close your eyes
Allowing your brain to take you
To the grand tour of your life
Poem written on 2012 from the perspective of my eighteen year old self.
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