As I took a leap of faith
in the moment of honour
I took a glimpse in the mirror
to make sure if I’m still whole
nothingness occured
as I stirred my tears within my soul.
As I took my hand towards my heart
my palms shivered in poetic justice
(breathe in, breathe out)
my mind recovered its mental stimulation
my soul dwelled on the spirit
of true peace and self-control
I have found my purpose
in lowkey and meditative reliance.

8PM, inevitability has taken over
as I took a few steps
around my home.
I sat on the stoep
as the moon observed my insecurities
my thoughts became numb
as my words were the remedy
to my sudden dark energy
I was as weak as a frail branch
on the end of a tree
no consciousness to bare,
just being a matter that cannot be seen;
I inhaled intoxication
to express my intricate aroma
and I exhaled detoxication
towards my obscure divinity.

Open the eyes of my heart
for I want to see You.
I hear Your call at night
in the existence of the moonlight
You said, “I’ve laid foundations in the ocean depths, sail your soul on the deep waters beneath the earth.”
I recalled as a formidable king
to vibrate my heart in meditation,
to elevate in the light energy’s radiation,
to thrive, to rise, to survive,
to inhale and exhale your reviving spirit.

Existence is cautious under the moonlight
how I embrace its essence
as its energy is to enhance spells and projects
and re-define divination in the earth’s objects
I feel safe in its presence.
Though I walk in deep shades of darkness
as my shadow departs me
thick skin is embodied
all forms of fear get cold
as I breathe them out.

I’m a lone wolf
howling in the woods
drawn into darkness
blinded by mere mysteries
I am that I am
because you are of what you made me
you’ve dispersed me into wilderness
you’ve made my soul as hollow
as a ill-treated tree of life
you are my weakness
you are joy
you are a demon implanted in me
I’m somewhere between psychotic and ironic
misunderstood by defiants ...
sometimes I don’t relate to my thoughts, my skin, my walk, and smile
sometimes I don’t know freedom;
is it reluctant obedience towards a fiend or constant countless breaths of a new life?
I’m not death
for I live in the presence of life
you were almost the death of me
but my artistry became the saviour -
the saviour of my soul, my mind, my heart
I’m a lone wolf
howling in the woods
where darkness was drawn to light.

my heart is fragile
my smile is broken
my soul is tortued
my eyes have turned blind
my fingers got burned cause of cupid

my wounds are open
my throat is dogged up
the pain is flowing
my insides are burning
(let’s just keep going)

my mind is fidgeted
my thoughts are caged
my bloodstreams are bursting
introspective is weakened
unanchored sailing takes place.

I’m a broken soul
my heart’s shattered into sharp pieces
I’m not good for you
or you wanna change me into
a better somebody?

I’m a broken soul
with a shattered canvas
my air breathes to the
fantasies of my imagination
allow yourself to latch onto me
to create something beautiful

Your tongue spits fire
through the metaphors you lace
please fix my broken heart
I miss being in love
can I get that feeling again?

Embrace my skin with the
touch of your hands
awaken my dreams with an
enlightened reminscement of
your precious temple
allow me to get that feeling again.