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.

He would mean nothing to me
He would no longer be held hostage in my heart.
  He would be prisoner to pen and paper.
       Easily disposable
   Easily replaceable

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.

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.

About beautiful poems
Or awing lyrics.

Sending chills
Resounding,
Beyond the test of time!

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

I am a lethal weapon.
A weapon nobody must come upon,
A weapon ready to blow,
A weapon that can **** you,
A weapon that can **** me.

I love you but I’m a weapon.
A very, very lethal weapon.
Killing anything in it’s path and beyond.

I love you but I’ll hurt you,
I’ll do more than bruises
And making your eye blue.
I try to put safety but I’m still a danger,
I give us space but I can ****** from afar.

I love you but I must push you away.
Better to leave you with a little sting
Than to **** you with my hot ammunition.

For we so fearful, let me lead with caution
to the truth your mind feels needs protection
against.
We’re fenced
in and can't get out to be fully liberated.
Yes, fully, not this half liberated we overexaggerated
which made us blind to our institutionalized minds.
The Phala-Phalas know this, so this gang always reminds
us about 27 years, making us their voter slaves.
Until we realise Mandela took his party with him in his grave,
there's a Hendrik that keeps our rainbow apart.
Even if unity is the deepest desire of our hearts!

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.

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

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

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.

To all my homeys
I know you fell lonely
But fam i kind of know your story
Me and you walk a journey
that critics call it cowardly

But they’re so,so wrong
To even think of killing yourself means your strong
However you putting the energy where it doesn’t belong

I ain’t judging
Just trying
To help your beautiful soul from dying

I admit I don’t know you
I don’t know what makes you blue
I don’t know if ya male, bad, ****** or older
But I know that you need to give a life another chance

Cause i know life can be *****
who treats you well then at midnights switch
And wants your assets and leaves u with ****
But, I’m telling ya, give that ***** a chance
Go to counseling sessions
Go learn that your life has a reason
Go do all the good things u wanted to do
Go **** on the yard of all the jerks who bullies you
Go try live life for the last time
Cause even if you commit the fatal act
The people who are left behind bow in honor
Acknowledging your good fight

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.

I have been given
Two handsome guys
But they are
Both immature…
😩

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."

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!

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.

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

Before the rope leaves my neck
With red bruises and stretched
Out. My arms has cuts like
Some crisscross tattoo, maybe
This tattoo is better to one
On my legs; in short I many have cuts
Everywhere. I look like some
Sacrificial lamb cleansing the
Earth’s worst problem, me.

One funny thing about this.
I’m smiling though the agony.

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]

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!

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

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

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

The day can’t fight the night
And the darkness will absorb the light
So when it’s dark and you loss your sight
Just know I kept up the fight.

Not to say I am defeated;
I’m physically standing (and mentally dying)
As a lone cub in the night, I fiercely fend
Sadly as night drags on, my fate is set
Beside all courage, I can soundly bet
That the day can’t fight the night
Like how the light can’t fight the dark
As we broil and tussle and war
We know that death wins the fight

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.