You've made a home,
In my heart,
It becomes hunted,
In your absence.
You have abandoned me,
I lay in ruins horrid,
You've made a home,
Now it remains dead empty.

I love it,
How you let me sink,
Into wonderland,
My thoughts falling,
All into place,
Pinch me,
I can't be dreaming,
Oh, I am living a dream

The trees swinging,
I  sat at a corner,
Of a certain building unfinished,
Brick by brick,
The shovels ***** with mortar,
Unwashed, drying,
Smoked my last cigar,
Unfeeling, I might have caught cancer.

Every molecule seen,
Felt and brushed,
Brown curly hair,
In its deep blackness,
Unkept.

Sometimes eyes in wetness,
Tears are a hearts bleed,
Well sometimes pain,
A few of its joy,
Smiles and frowns.

I've lost one,
And that's my all,
Now apart Am torn,
I miss her every atom.

MY LETABA.


Greater are you my Letaba,
Scorched by porvety,
You feed us,
Your hand,
Is great.

Your hand took us,
Led us out of acrid desserts,
Where dreams where buried,
We flourish in your greatness,
Oh Greater Letaba.

You quench our thirsts,
Our babies nurtured,
In your care and land,
Vast beauty you have flowered,
Your hand in lend to all.

Your heart is mighty,
We are your cubs,
Oh Greater Letaba,
Now and forever,
Let your milk strengthen us.

She didn't know much
She ****** hated the long line
She just didn't know.
She was simply the First.
Wrapped in my tiny little heart.
Grabbed she her sorrow and left.
Its so sad I wasn't the best
At least she had my  bigger cut.
Now she left my heart indebt
Broke and wound.
She hated this queue,
Now am left soul dripping,
And solo abiding.
no goodbyes.
A memory lingers.
and the rings for our fingers.


Divorce and remorse.

Sweet lips.
Juicy hips.
A *****.
To saduce.
Unto death.
Caressed to sin,
Forbiden meals to dine,
Overthrow tha devil,
Savour and devour no evil.
She rode me to hell,
With flowers heavenly,
Some scent of olive to connive,
I was annoited with gasoline to burn.
Tied to the grave To life I wont return.

Charped lips,
A dry heart,
A deep craving,
Thoughts aflame,
Gasoline filled,
Soul burning,
To ashes,
Red heart turning,
To cooling coal,
Burnt to bone,
Nothings left,
Except that heart,
The one beating,
For You,
The blood flowing,
In You,
My darling still,
My love for you still,
Flows everly so,
Like blood in your veins,
Even through deep pains,
To love you Ill always will.

True love never dies
It keeps fossils breathing
Hid in this closset heart
Its ghosts the memories done
Distant this bygones be
By date and not feeling
Forever and gone
This thoughts still breathing
Though this heart lame
On crutches doth it still stand
Wounds still bleeding,
Scars become a tattoed memorial
To reminisce
And forever miss.

The bright site,
The morning star,
Its Light.
Sun seeing moments,
Am glad today,
Of marks yester made,
Aye, wounds tattooed,
As my every part being,
With every blood flow,
I am glad, of death,
For now,
It hasnt tasted me.
Of worries vast,
And troubles be.
Am glad I have a site,
Life is all I embrace...
Be glad wrongs,
Failures and hurts,
Made you be.

You were a poem embedded in my heart,
During those first days of spring,
It was still midnight,
When the words came unto me,
Desiring stay,
In scripts and Hearts.

I fell in love with how you became,
You, so beautifully expressed,
Were, but a consummate perfection,
How odd it is that Poets,
Easily fall,
Out of Love with their scripts.
I tell you: with scintilla, I've stayed long nights,
Jotting words, but they end up Foul.

And again she told me,
"It hurts",
She continued excuting,
Her tears,
Falling,
Mom told me again,
"Smile, It won't hurt",
That wouldnt change,
The fact that I am Fatherless,
My mom is a strong women,
She raised me to a man my father was.
My mom is what any mother,
Any parent should be...

Anew to breath,
Fresh to life,
A little daughter to mom,
The youngest in the family.

A soul Ive yet not met,
Or soon to meet.
Her name brings me Joy,
I am dearly Thankful for her presence.

It's not of how be the door,
But be of moments made by those sleepeth in depth,
One is said to have failed to sleep,
Christ, The Messiah.
Death now did mourn,
And mourning became first away from man,

To us, It comes so slender,
Sweeping breath out of bodies,
Souls lay hanging helpless of deed,
What's left of them is being Ghosts,
Be it to Earth remaining,
Or to Heaven ascending.

Words untold, Deeds shall speak,
The art of thine Legacy shall say for thee,
You are the littlest master of your past,
But be thee the significant creator of thy morrow.
Live before your light dies out,
Or yet die before your light burns you.

Did I ever tell you that I see you?
Often with my eyes closed,
Did anyone ever pass my notions to you?
How often I think about you.
I guess you didn't care enough to see through me,
It never bothered you I wish you could know.

Now mine heart so heavy to carry about,
The gift of Love given to me a burden,
Now mine thoughts fish Laughter,
Though smallest amounts I get to catch.
Maybe if this words were told,
If only you knew that for you I keep prayers long,
Well having not told you,
Is a burden enough for I to carry along,
I guess using a gun would help,
Goodbye before you know I did,

If you're reading this its too late,
Please do come at my burial,
I want you to know,
Were mine thoughts of you go with I.

A being desired by ones heart, or thoughts,
A soul untouched, or unblemished by my presence,
Well now since I haven't tasted her Lips,
Hence buddies now saist that I have dread,
And now be it they say  unsophisticated,
Should loving the other be being with them?

Now days spent without cause,
Without things desired by my own heart,
Her presence always attached to mine soul,
Though her touch far from reaching.
Though now she being the integral part of mine mind,
Does she thus ever see mine heart or lacking of hers?
Mine lips sealed without words to utter the heart clear,
Or are this feelings so big enough to give out such fear?


Love or maybe the desire hers growing without deeds,
Why have I become a man whom hides his face?
Is this concealed love worth it?
Or will she ever see mine heart safeguarded from hurts?
Or should I even let her see through me?
Maybe I should give her a try and let it be.

Starred at her like she was a virtual machine,
Like I was working with rhymes and stanzas,
She stood there unseeing and overlooking,
I didn't know I liked her until she fell into my view,


My existence never touched her sight,
Since I saw her today,
I'm in hopes of being what she dreams about.
At least she exists in mine heart.

She provoked my heart to senses unknown to me,
Now she walked away without even saying "Hi",
I felt so nonentity,
She left I so recluse and dying.

The soul smoothly started leaking,
Dropping slowly out of this tired body,
The grave ready to devour,
A heart rejected by life,
A body being kicked out of living.

Was it yet time to depart?
Days squandered carelessly,
Time on its wings gone,
Should words have spoken am dying?
Slowly leaving this body to aging.

God hasn't called me home yet,
Though there am longing to go,
Craving heaven,
Fearing death..

Am yet close to the surface,
No one can see me am faceless,
My name is known almost by all poets,
They use me to write their poetic lyrics.
You almost knew me by thoughts.
I am your life unwritten,
Your moments undone,
Words yet unborn.

I keep words unspoken,
Letters uncombined,
A theme unwritten.

I write words through moments,
Creating memories,
Leaving a past that lasts.

I profusely give silence,
To those whom try to convey,
And now a loner in a glass fence.

Allergic to socializing,
I keep mine emotions from expressing,
And I retain the evidence of longing.

I keep my days short of being social,
And keep peoples ****** lies distant,
Not famous cause am always Local.

Strangers are just people we might meet again,
A hello changes it all,
Give it a try,
You'll know not a stranger any more.

Actions are words at deeds,
Feelings untold,
Feelings unspoken,
Actions are worth better at showing.

Love is a building tool,
Hearts breaking,
Hearts leaking,
Love is still a mending wool.

How do you say these words felt?
When is the right moment to voice them?
What hormone builds such a desire?
Will these emotions ever die?

Words Unspoken,
Hearts sealed,
Love leaking,
Thoughts hindering.

Words untold,
By a heart dreading,
To a heart unknowing,
For a stranger unseeing.

Love stays,
Host never,
Notions endeavor,
Patience repay.

Hearts break,
Love become a mess,
Just like in chess,
Hosts seek.

Host grow,
Love ages not,
Pain is a naught,
Love sneaks in slow.

This body is a blessing to life,
To life's end its a curse,
To live is to spend then die,
To die is to be cursed by death,
Blessed by the grave,
What a sorrow our life's live behind,
What is life without no end?
What is the purpose of life without living?

You came across my presence like a blowing wind,
A fair stranger I've met a couple of moments before,
You sang softly words that gave life to my hopeless heart,
A kind of feeling none ever made it explore in thoughts.
Could this be love?
''No'',my brain says,
But the heart denies that.

"Want you to make me feel like am the only girl in the world"
You sang,
I gave a longing look without response to your words,
Your voice, the gleam in your golden eyes,
Your giggles.All this you don't know I think about.
But I what gave you was nothing so you don't see my heart.

Who is this girl?
I still search through my adventurous  heart,
I seek only at the places I've seen you before,
I wonder if you did mean your very words,
Is thee willing to see the monster in me?
Where will I the hermit get the strength to give you me?

Our love is subject to change,
Just as Daisies wilt,
Love grows not to old age,
It has the undying ability to stand,
Though relationships are brought to an end,
Love is great and builds,
Even greater shewn with deeds,
Hello! Poetry is love of the soul.


Why not give love as seed?,
And not shout racism against a bizarre brother,
Love yields peace,and that's a need.
Why let racism **** one after another?,
Day by day peace like a flower is wilting,
Love for another soul is withering.

It is so peculiar of man to desire imperfect,
But that's just the way to getting perfect,
In the quest of love,
We only never find what we seek,
Pride squanders what we desire most,
No accolade will pride bestow,
As love wont emerge to your blind soul.
For as long as you soar as Eagles,
The fattest Mice will be for Owls of the dark.
Love is stronger than pride,
Though pride soars great heights,
Love grows even when a man is dying,
Pride never. Except your pride despair,
Love being greatest to you shall never be fair.

Spitting occult lyrics to snow confusions.
I being able to slow my own notions,
Am called the Conformist.
Am not crazy. See my brain?
I swear am just eccentric.
New blessings and abilities become insanity,
Look, this is just an overflow of positivity,
Still, saying am crazy, wont back me down,,
Am just eccentrically gifted by himself different.
Why not for the sake of being admit uniqueness?
Cant change who am made, to this admit pleasing.
A poet I am, not a writer, to me commit ceasing.
Why are my unique thoughts referred 'twisted?
Omit that **** and know eccentric means gifted.