Constant procrastination draws anything closer to the brink of impossibility.

words undress your self-esteem, some never put them back on...

Most believe happy endings are fairytales
Some have had theirs granted
& that's the reason...
We read too many fairytales
sit & wait for one to come to us
Instead to forbid yourself from writing about one
& make one

Even if my rib cages confined my heart away from you
Your ability to make it melt
would let my love drip through to you.

To find enternal beauty meticulously I look into your crystal eyes

We're told doomsday is inevitable
& that one day the largest star will obliterate the only home humans ever had

Most fell for that myth...
For your eyes are an iconography for eternity.

an ignition far more vivid
than a nuclear bomb
is how it all began

a war between two great kings
heart and mind
feelings and knowledge

both undefeatable,
mutually assured destruction for both

& with everything destroyed,
I love you with the survived debris of my heart.

To the middle school English teachers
that simplified Shakespearean plays to the last syllable, feeling like the same dagger of odd epiphanies.

The distinct powdery paint stained floors, acrylic smudged tables and the coffee aroma by 09:03.
An art class educated by a poetic tongue, flicking through all art movements like he existed eloquently in each.

Our engineering & graphics teacher who simultaneously mothered us as her own from the isolated section of block D. In the background, a blackboard with  meticulously drawn site plans of the highest precision. Her shouts were just as sharp.

To my spontaneous IT teachers that taught me how to maneuver through binary dilemmas and store any distress in random access memory.

Or to the person who found my wallet with my ID and bank cards but had no idea where my cash disappeared to.

The aloof B15 bus driver constantly arriving before the last bell, especially on rainy pastel gray days.

The far too kind Mrs Sharon. I've never met you personally. However, your positive impact on my grandparent's life rolled both from their tongues and into my life.

Thank you.

There are no parachutes given
on the plane of Love.

some souls
are made
from pitch black coals
turning everything they touch dull & old

But

Every fierce, eternal fire of hope demands the same load
of dark unattractive coals

that nobody wants to touch.

Lethargic energies found on the corner street
Dreams devoured by their caustic cigar
Infatuated with not what to eat...
All the seek is the next bottle of liquor


The women selling mealies and vetkoeks
Hoping for at least, a penny
The kids are back from school but too hungry to entertain books
No wonder these kids grow to be as fatuous as Lenny

while hugging, our bodies release oxytocin hormones into our system

eating chocolate gives off the same hormones
as being with your loved one

...guess that's why I'm rocking back & forth
on grandma's squeaky chair
with all chocolate money could buy
a precaution for the lonely hours of 2am
when the chocolate is well out
& still...quivering & craving
your feminine touch
your sweet lullaby voice
& your ability to numb my heart from the pain
right after you abuse it with love

chocolate makes my heart weep,
But Baby,
You make it roar
louder than a lion that just won war

a blink without your love quivers my soul
Don't you see, you're the drug
that makes me whole
you make ****** seem like ordinary water when compared to you

my druggie,

-Your ******

you know not
the pain you've ignited my heart with

Death is like a shuffled playlist..anyone could be next.

It's in the struggle of achieving dreams where adversity introduces a man to himself.
Those are the same moments where you brawl with the inadequacies that plague you. The grotesque sight of failed expectations and debacles that burden your mental like a clogged bathtub.

I've met myself on many occasions in the heat of adversity.
Each man different than the last, because I rejected each mediocre version of myself and demanded more - better!
I have done this until there was no more to meet.

I can't tell you who I am, but for the first time in many moons...I have met the person I worked so hard to be and just for a brief moment, I can finally be content with who I am.

Drop my heart into a volcano
Let my LAVA erupt...

Amongst all things that devoured my life's time
From birth to death
Smiles to frowns
Laughter to cries
Even the most intense euphoria I ever had

There is no doubt that
If tomorrow was judgement day & the Lord asked what I did with the gift of life...
I'd say I spent it with you.

I witness souls die everyday
Showing no pity for them
For I am now used to this daily routine

Except for mine
My soul never dies


...It has been dead all along.

Not once but the number of stars on their shoulder
I wish miracles existed 'cause he'll never survive
Is this what is meant by laws being bolder?
Taking the life of a youngster holding just a knife?
Live ammunition shot by fatuous brains
Bury our bodies but our soul remains

Yes, actions speak louder than words...but some lies shout.

Once again
I am but stuck with burden memories
Promises, promises that we'd make it till forever
Now time has picked up its pace
The bus to forever has left just a second early
And once again,
I might be stuck with a forever of not believing in forever...

Death and the ***** got a high exchange rate
How much marketing is put up for the hate
Its graffiti how the bullets are sprayed on us
Splattered on our T-shirts to reminisce but never do make it on any front page
The museums are filled with masterpieces painted from the bristles of our anguish
The harsh circumstances that make us selfish
If my blood turned into a currency
how much would you sell me out for?

If I had to anonymously write about being hogged by depression, my pens would run out of ink before I could finish.
While reading it, you might even conclude that the author finally succumbed to the morbid thoughts and machinations lurking around his overwrought mental. When in reality...

10 toes is what I still stand on.

If most people could keep shut,
Maybe I'd fall in love with humanity again
If they could fully cook up delicious comments than ignorant bland words
Then I might just...