#capetown
Surfing
Seaspray over the bay
people swimming
others chillin
paragliding
Sail on Silverbird sail on
Garfunk busker grand vibes.
Live it up
dive deep
low tide sandcastle kid's
Spring over here
Christmas eve
HAPPY NEW YEAR .
Camps bay Cafe beast's
On the beach.
A visitors feast
Great food
Jose Cuervo, Cape wine
Sundowners cheer
Table mountain
Carling BEER .
Nov 14, 2025
Nov 14, 2025 at 10:17 AM UTC
The winter sky is dark, there is no moon;
The taxi’s lights reflects off tin can houses;
Taxi bump, a dog not a speed **** driver will stop until noon;
Rival taxi speeds past with a bang by the side with the man and his spouse;
Her blood bitterly decorates the 18-seater, Lesha from Khayelitsha.
Jul 20, 2021
Jul 20, 2021 at 3:15 PM UTC
There is a world outside my window
it screams and rushes and roars
Relentlessly in motion
a ceaseless current
of to and from
coming and going (“Wynberg !?”)
that batters against my walls
Even the trees
thrash about
in an angry hurried cadence
“You must not keep still!” everything shouts
Yet I remain
in stasis
cut off from the boundless energy
that proudly moves on and on and on
Jun 21, 2021
Jun 21, 2021 at 7:56 AM UTC
At night as I lie awake I beg
To let me live as many lives
As there are stars in the sky
Jun 8, 2020
Jun 8, 2020 at 4:45 PM UTC
#1 | 31 Poems for August
I want to do more than just write poetry.
I want to paint pictures.
So be my muse and surrender your body as my canvas.
I’ll make every single swift stroke bring you to life.
I’ll show you what this brush of mine is capable of.
You are the sun that my sky yearns to hold.
Beautiful cocoa butter skin.
Your beauty is not only found on your exterior but every single place within.
I want to insert my poems in every single atom in this galaxy.
So that you can feel my love wherever you go.
From Pretoria to Toronto.
From Jo’burg to Moscow.
From Cape Town to Glasgow.
Static thoughts and kinetic conversations inspire my flow.
I have thoughts that my words cannot describe and I wish to share them with the world.
I wish to share them with you.
I love the way your eyes see past my smile and deep into the fibres of my soul.
I love the way your smile makes me whole.
Let’s become a poem our friends can always snap their fingers to.
I want to hold your body the way canvas portrays paint.
I want to kiss your lips while I gently hold your waist.
I want to do more than just write poetry.
I want to tell the world about you.
Let me tell the world about you.
Aug 1, 2015
Aug 1, 2015 at 10:24 AM UTC
A Sky Of Melted Butter,
Harbors The Setting Sun,
Suspending It Above,
Flustered Waves Of Blue
I Smell Like The Sea
The Sails Against The Sky,
Have Turned To Silhouettes,
The Gentle Waves Caressing,
The Edge Of The Horizon
I Taste Like The Sun
Seabirds Have Flocked Together,
And Are Now Flying Back To Shore,
Slumber Has Teased Their Eyelids,
For The Jaded Waters Are Vast
I Look Like The Stars
The Moon Has Floated Upwards,
Casting An Ivory Shadow Below,
The Wind Has Now Become Calm,
The Blue Waves Have Become Still
I Sound Like The Breeze
The Salt Encrusted Wind Cooled;
The Sky Was No Longer Gold,
Sails No Longer Dragged Their Cargo,
Across The Blackest Of Ocean Waters
*If You Were To Touch My Soul,
You Would Only Grasp A Word.*
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Mar 22, 2014
Mar 22, 2014 at 6:39 PM UTC