BLACK SCHOOL SHOES

shiny or with dirt
black school shoes on that young corpse
Travels in hoarse

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.

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!

You’re wet and snotty. Yet so comfortable. And you hug me thight though out the night

The real prophets are dying
The fake prophets are living
Man rather render services to sin
To be immortal, gods of their own, wherein
Man should martyr for the cause of goodness
Where’s the benefit of that if you’re lifeless.

In the shade of my freshly grown *******
the protection from the rays of the camera flash
doesn't decrease the heat, it intensifies it, at best
And the flood of sweat drowns my skin in a flash

The contours of my ***** create a valley
A bigger valley he wants as he demands I stretch
my ****. They don't after I repeatedly rally
them. “I can't!” He slaps me. My face etch.

More pictures, he wants, of me playing
with my *******. My ******, the tiny rubbery
pips sieve thought my small fingers, surveying
my hand. As the man captures this awkward discovery.

Packs the camera and gives the money, my fee
Then he grabs and hisses to me to tell nobody

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

Time is relative, death is imminent...

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.

as the rhymes dance with the rhythm
             also adding bricks into my bags
                         low eyes try edit language
                                          in this sleepy daze
                                    imagination escape laws
                                                       FREELY become
                                                                ­    perfection

[𝙿𝚘𝚎𝚝 𝚌𝚘𝚕𝚊𝚙𝚜𝚎 𝚝𝚘 𝚊 𝚜𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚍𝚕𝚢 𝚜𝚕𝚎𝚎𝚙]

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.

Standing outside in the winter freezing breeze
Multi layered
But I’ll be cold
Inwards and outs

Lay in the big fridge, last fridge ever
Naked
And I’ll not feel a thing

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.

That band is in town again
Calling residents with the cream-white light
Creeping thought the boarded up windows
Of the Bar on Muddy Water Str.

Calling residents with their groaning guitars
In a sorrowful solo, making midnight sky darker
And the melancholic lyrics sang in heavy hearted
harmony, quieting the rest of Muddy Water Str.

Being the dim beacon luring us in
Being the only sound that rung in our ears
All the residents took a sit in the bar
And Blues and liquor drunk Muddy Water Str.

That band drowned us in depression, today
Yet another band will wring us dry, tomorrow

Many moons of us walking opposing paths
And alas, Pandora who woke me quite early
To cleanse long to be odourless for fortnights
Pressured me to test my lactose-sensitive belly
While smiling statuesque, to hiking long paths
Sorry is Pandora whom I never kissed
Who had a chance to ******* tender lips
While we were merry on the 50 coins train
I made a move, sad yet brave, to be denied.
Many moons of us walking opposing paths
Pandora pondered, put perspective and placed
herself in the awkward position to tell me sorry.
I accept your sorry but I have questions, longing for answers

Tired of all the conservatives and the progressives
They pass in the screaming and fail to listen
Between their differences
There is men who want they same thing
Humble yourself, why are you too prideful
Yes, too prideful, to listen to your brother
And so prideful, you need to **** us with all your words
To shield your ego or to comfort your fears
I don’t want the right to be heard
I want the right to be listened to
Deceived by big mouths with some sort of platform
I scream “I want to be listened to! I want to be listened to! I want, I want…”
But it’s when I lose my voice
I realise there is 7 billion people screaming
The exact same notion
The notion will never come to motion
Until we listen to the 7 billion people
Until we see the Berlin Wall between white and black
Fall down to the power
of using our two ears
Fully, with no imperfections
The clear crisp words of another brother
Caressing the ear of another brother
Blocking the hatred of the mind
Allowing the heart to feel for another

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

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.

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.

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

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.

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 😅

She wishes she’s missed,
She tried to wrap her arms around me,
No, I’m happy without her,

She must let me be,
But the more she tries doesn’t deter
Her. The Darkness

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

I’ll be exampling what happen
I’ll tell until I figure out when
Or understand the between of here and where
Or until I know what you’re actually asking?
I’ll be exampling what happen
Until I remember what happen, then.

I should send clichés or lovely silly texts,
And what would Her respond withhold,
A laughing emoji and painful nothing next,
Wow! It gotta be the cliché (to over told),
Or Her didn’t notice the most unsexy flirt,
So hard having the digits of your crush.

Hustle one or two hands to do a phone call,
I’ll do anything, way before got Her notice,
Whatever, calls are unpredictable,
Hint I’m cute, funny, depressing or banal,
Hope She isn’t busy, sleepy, just not right now,
But not answering and I crying until heaven come down,
So hard having the digits of your crush.

Settle, like pics, sending love arrows through socials,
But seem like a creep; having nothing on my profile,
If we’re dating, my page overload with pics of Her,
Go old school, sorry, meant Facebook but it’s lame,

After I did everything then She says,
“I just don’t like you.”

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