If you accidentally fall in love,
Keep falling to the gravity of her heart,
Pray that she catch you before you crash.
BUT
If love falls in your palms,
It will leave wounds and you will keep searching for it
With bleeding hands wishing to relive the past.
Memories.

I watch my desktop like my whole life time,
With folders, folding memories,
Files filled with future plans,
Too many codes on my wall paper,
I been trying to hide my self in face of my family.

Clicking the recycle bin has been a religion,
I worship pictures of my ex.

There is a reason why they are in the bin,
Which happen to be a recycling one.

Its like digging a grave to give CPR to bones, call me Ezekiel.

Tell me this!
How can you cage a bird
When you fell in love
Whilst watching it fly?

The great poem ever told should be the great poem ever sold,
We trade Memories and experiences with our souls,
Sending words to win emotions.
I have learnt to purchase purpose with my poems.

Have you ever write an open letter to an illiterate god?
To an empty sky blue which keeps blue-ticking you every time you type,

Let me tell you how it started…

It started with 5 loaves and two fish that mankind worship miracles and minor-things not the Christ.

We worship the net
We understand the reason why google starts with 'go..'
We give the 'd' while praying in our inboxes,
The only place we think under, these boxes.

I was blinded by the Jozi city lights,
Chasing false fortunes,
Got lost in people's comments and complements.
Last time I closed my eyes I was somewhere in South Africa.
Today am somewhere on google map,
Planting trigo-station every time I get high.

If you find me standing before the burning bridges,
Show me a path leading to the South Africa Mandela was talking about.