Please, can an angel save an angel,
The phoenix in your heart to roar, cry and
counsel to counsel, bold eagle angle,
No! “Just survive **** state” should be shunned.

Splash cash to prevent invaders but evil
invaded your uncle’s, boyfriend’s, son’s
heart. Loved men stuck in **** state’s upheaval,
Men and women don’t recognise the Sun.

“Just survive **** state” is **** tolerance,
We march ‘cause we have **** intolerance!

Time that is the enemy of purpose,
    Breathing birthing nothing but burden of ageing,
Wasting the time, in shortage, which one regrets
  when wrinkled and disabled,
      Waiting for Grim to release from illness.
Alas, if sleep is the cousin of death,
  This is dying and seeing death coming.

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.

My friend, my hero, never fought
villains but the depression in my youth
she did over and over until depression brought
me out. the blues became my truth
however i became my own hero. the war!
i battled the night to fight the day until
i fought day to night, night to day. it bore
a me: confident, happy and stronger willed.
My friend, my hero, never returned.

You burnt down,
you burnt down the church.

You burnt down,
you burnt down the church.

You burnt down,
you burnt down the church!

Where do you demons go to repent your sins?

Baby Moses was found floating in a basket
Lit the pages and you put him in a casket
Church bells rung and ran its course
Everything of evil’s euphoria was enforced

You’re not a mother to beseeched for
You burnt down the church at the age four
Joy emigrated from her face
Hatred immigrated to her face
Sicken the lamb, you committed sacrilege
Destroyed everything, even a pilgrimage...
The cross was in flames of your scorn
Only remains the crown of thorns

You burnt down
You burnt down the church

You burnt down
You burnt down the church

You burnt down
You burnt down the church

How much goodness that child could of done?
If sins done to her were undone.

It’s the cigarette that fell out the rose
The ash on the red petals
It’s the smoker’s cough and red lipstick to pose
As a gambler under glittering neon lights and all
Twenty’s girls. It’s the lit tobacco making
A noticeable change in the smell of the room,
Rough, ***** smoke scent like the pillaging
Of innocence, thou’ a lavender scent, roams,
And resides in my nose now and until my end.
It’s the cigarette dangling at the tips of your lips
In the crack of dawn, my naughty girlfriend,
Attempt to steal it, but it flies into my coffee, flip!
Finally, it’s your laugh that is so devilish
As I immediately impersonate a peevish
Child complaining about coffee and cigarettes.

Time is relative, death is imminent...

Seeing shadows of love
As the love sacrilege endures

Until death do us part-
The blaspheme!

Not sadden but an empty heart
Seeing love on it’s deathbed.

I’m Libra
The constellation scream you and I
Unless the universe tells lies
I’ll like to get to know you
As a friend or special friend, through
You’re zenith and nadir times

We could be star crossed lovers

To drop the call
Forgot
I’m still there
On the other side of the line
Forgot
I’m still here
And I love you
Forgot
Why did u forget?
To keep the safety on
Or was it intentional

It’s not failure if I didn’t do,
Nor is it an achievement,
I’m chez soul-crushing drown,
And a self loathing high,
Due its not a F but N/A,
Or cut my nose to spite my face,
So never lived,
However, have I ever died?

Cried as lovers took your hand,
Laughed when they broke your heart,
I care, maybe will forever do,
How could I believe I’m the one,
For I can’t get the asking done,
Time reminds me this isn’t a movie,
Missed chances only return in another cat,
Allergies but loneliness is vaccination,
Self inflicted entropy.

Too querulous in my self caused quagmire,
Talk I’m the most unfortunate man
To set a foot on Mother Earth,
Its me, myself and I feeling hells flames
already,
Social phobia and agoraphobia?
No, phobia of feeling real, healthy love.

Not trying is also attempting suicide,
Its a F even if it was never written,
A Zenith’s sacrilege to act like Nadir.

Today, the turnaround time is here!
I’m running, swimming,
cycling or flying back,
My love is more sinewy,
than my post-mortem,
‘Cause if failure has to transfigure me,
Then rejection be my
Coup de grace making chef-d’oeuvre.

I’m learning to write you off
           You’re liability to my fantasy.

As the only sun
The world must run
Circles around me
As the hidden victim
As the blatant victor
I deserve all cherishes, a god,
I deserve a paddle stole, a crown,
Everything at it’s utter best
And more love than the average rest
For compensation for unique pains
Little-old me has to religiously face
So everyone
Bow down your heads and get on your knees
Understand, you need to worship me.

My hands lost
   the love ink,
My heart
    got pins and needles,
Our glances at each other
     is a ******* tattoo.

So I’ll show what we had was better,
Yes, our fire has turned into ashes
plus the warmth is long gone,
I’ll try to rekindle the flames
that we once owned.
Yet I don’t know how
to reignite our love
With waterfalls of tears
from my eyes.

You broke up with me
Because I’m emotionally not stable
Question
Who was that emotional stable person
You were dating for the last five months

Up on top of the valley
Is the hometown girl
Under the scorching sun
Plays the guitar
Between the D Majors
Inwards came invisible crowns flying
Positioned in unpredictable times
Within or withheld in the belly of the beast
Behind a mask and up on an imagery valley
The girl’s guitar frolics freely.

Pink Palace, I’ll protect from the white fish
Satisfaction is sometimes a slippery *****.

Pink Palace, the wettest and darkest cave
Never exposed to sunshine
Hopefully never exposed to unwanted prey.

Pink Palace, fingers, toys, members
No need to feel guilt, girl, for being human.

Pink Palace, no matter what they say
“Shield... security” or “Expose... enjoy”
It’s my choice what I do with you
My Pink Palace.

She needs a hare to fill the missing blocks
She needs a guide to help avoid the flock
A lover a reminder that’s she’s never alone
A comedian to get a laughter’s loan
A sick Santa to not gift tears on missed birthdays
A lullaby to swift sleepily from yesterday
She needs a hare to brush as mom rides the highs
A hairy being when no human beings is neigh

A fat hare eating rabbit food like her skinny dad
A big cheeks hare like his cheeks when mad
A friend for the bereaved until his death clarify
She needs a hare to stop her from asking why.

After the sugar-high
Maturity overcomes childish whims
Staying somewhere in nowhere
Is regret-bound, it’s time to quit the foolishness
To exit the game
The fun is over.

Your green eye looks down
with shyness,
Brown eye looks up
with confidence.

Green eye contains empathy
to support,
Brown eye with focus
to find solutions for problems

Pair of brown eyes
shut up shop for every delicate kiss,
Pair of green eyes
stare intensively into my soul and heart.

Start of dates is introduction of chartreuse eyes,
Letting me in, not judging my stutter,
End of dates the evaluating chocolate eyes,
Silly but, one mistake, you’ll ask for the bill.

I’m apologising through poetry
for yesterday’s date
‘Cause your pair of different coloured eyes
made me panicked!

I turned off the lights
    to remember
        things I ought to forget

We never thought while we talked for hours
       And messaged good morning and goodnight,
                                       Sweet dreams and sleep tight,
And endlessly told each other, " I love you."

We never thought
Of a time we barely talk
And don't message anything anymore
And a time we call each other, "Exes."

Schizophrenia pulled a blitzkrieg on my mind
My mind was losing the war
Until I pulled a kamikaze.

Granny pointed to the lesbian couple.
Saying the girl who wore the suit is the man,
The other wore a wedding dress is the woman.
I was truly offended!
Until I ask Granny reasons,
I understood her intention wasn’t to harm.
She understands LGBTQ through her norms
and heterosexual eyes.
What could of happened?
If she had tolerance for LGBTQ but we didn’t have tolerance towards Granny.

Viral video of white Granny saying very homophobia statements avoided 😅

Delicate feather very light.
You were swept,
By the tall waves.
A dove settles,
Yes, I stayed with you.
This togetherness,
The love,
Too heavy,
As we sink into the Indian Ocean.
Drowning but too afraid
to leave one another,
I thought.
Until you make me slip.
You raise above the sea, safe
And you leave me to drown.

A demon divorced me from my bed
She’s comfortable
And I’m on the floor.
With a bat.
So she doesn’t think of getting close
That she-devil trying to pose the angel
But I get a restraining order for my fears
From the things a imagine
I’m telling you she’s real
Don’t put another diagnoses page
Not another hospice observation room
For I’m not crazy
I can just see things everyone can not.


I’m in the dark on the carpet floor with many
cockroaches and a bat
For a reason.

About beautiful poems
Or awing lyrics.

Sending chills
Resounding,
Beyond the test of time!

A Black House and a White House,
       Lived on opposite ends and worlds,
Were merely divided by a Grey Fence.

The Black House made bricks of unknown,
                  So the Grey Fence was taller,
The White House made bricks of misjudgment,
            So the Grey Fence was wider.
The White House dug trenches of resentment,
                Then the Grey Fence had depth,
The Black House made bob-wires of pride,
                     So the Grey Fence had spikes.

The Black House and White House
Made improvements to the Grey Fence,
Until it was insurmountable, but hence
Came at the expense of the land of their houses.

They went back to living in their own worlds.
Settlers saw opportunity in the Grey Fence.
Doors, windows, furniture made it into house.

The Grey House was the tallest,
Wideness made it the biggest,
With trenches and bob-wires as protection,
The beaut besting between the three.

The White House got a sour sledgehammer,
The Black House an envious ripping bar,
The White House a jealous jackhammer,
The Black House a beguile bulldozer.

Both houses were going hammer and tongs,
Trying to demolish what they had built.
Minutes, hours, day after day and beyond
But the Hate, the Grey Fence, was rock solid.

Keep telling me that I’m your oxygen,
While you don’t believe I’m a cancer,
I sometimes wish I didn’t know you,
So you can sip on someone’s sweet oxygen,
And I remain a cancer.

Keep consoling me that I’m a good cancer,
A cancer that cures cancer,
I tell you that you are my oxygen,
But I reject inhaling you like a lung cancer,
Or deny your existence like an odd brain cancer.

Keep trying me, over and over, but you’ll tire,
And accept that you’re sweet oxygen,
And I’m a deadly cancer,
The process of acceptance is painful for us both,
Ironically, like a cancer.

A young schoolgirl stays by Uncle’s creepy loft
Cause blood stains her leg like abstract art
Uncle did more than touch her private part
Won’t be victim but miss school for 2$ cloth