You appear like a vision unto me
I know its not real
But I reach out and grab
I hold on to the thought of you

Will you come to me
Will you come
Do you want to see
Do you want

You're a vision you're a dream
Something I cannot touch only feel
In my bones in my soul
You reside in me

Will you come to me
Will you come
Do you want to see
Do you want

In my minds eye I see
In my chest I feel
In the empty spaces that break
All around me you float

Will you come to me
Will you come
Do you want to see
Do you want

is there a place we can go
be all alone
not another soul in sight
all alone we can spend the night

run away from here and disappear
never to reappear
in hiding
away from all sight

our thoughts entwined
our souls one in mind
longing to belong
longing to be alone with you

run away run run
so far away from here
we disappeared we were gone

start the fire start the fight
strike the match give it light
throw the flame make it bright

light up my face
light up my life

you
You're the fire you're the fight
you're my match you're my light
you're the one that makes me alright

light up my face
light up my life

burning for you i burn for ...
like the sun i shine like the sun for ...
burning for you i burn so bright

light up my face
light up my life
you light up

like the sun

hanging on
to you

can't let go
i already know

the end is nigh
and cliffs so high

we fall apart
together again

we stare into the void
taking in all the darkness

consumed by emptiness
a hunger for the pain

no shelter from the winds of change
no protection against angry words

that rain down on us
washes us away

Dear Racism,

You, that exist but should never have been.
Your children, Hatred and Division have grown up among us.
Rooted themselves wherever they pleased.
You have caused enough pain.
You will be silenced.

Today we took the 1st step, as ONE Nation.
Today we remembered. Today we said thank you.
My heart is heavy, yet calm.
Walking among my fellow brothers and sisters,
I sensed the same in them.
We have been changed.
Liberated.

Ubuntu.

Freedom is ours for the taking.
The long walk has been walked for us.
We need to be as strong now.
We need to carry on the work.
Our leaders need to lead,
by following the dreams of the people,
Our leaders need to put themselves last,
and the people they serve, first.

Let it not be in vain.
For then I fear, we are all lost.

Dear Racism,

Goodbye. And good riddance.

Sincerely,
The Nation of UBUNTU.

1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10
Lets get drunk again
1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9
I swear this time i will be fine
1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8
It might be too late
1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7
But it tastes like heaven?
1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6
Need a fix
1, 2, 3, 4, 5
We have arrived
1, 2, 3, 4
At your door
1, 2, 3
Let us in
1, 2
Last call for you
1
I am done

There once was a poem, who was all

alone

The poet who wrote it, knew this

It was his intention all along

For he wrote the poem strong

Tea, Tom Waits & heavy rain
*****, Bukowski & the understanding of pain
Heineken, Hunter S Thompson & slipping down the drain

Sunday morning coffee, on Dylan & dysfunction
Red wine, Heller & all the catch 22's
Black balloon, Morrison & mystery

Cobain. Davis & Coltrane.

Alive or dead.
What makes them GREAT?
Just that.

i always take the long road home
i like washing dishes
i like not getting angry when expected
i give when not expected to give
i listen when you decide to scream
i try

it calms me down

leave loneliness alone
let life be
keep your ***** greedy hands at bay

we have created and labelled "this world"
we have placed our stamp on everything
approve to disapprove to disprove approval
fine
be fake

but leave loneliness alone

Piranhas.
but for your problems.

Soup.
but for your soul.

Silence.
but for everything else.

On your own
still with someone
yourself

one is bigger than none
keep that in mind
but reside by yourself

for awhile or so for fun
you'll see
two is not always better
even better than three

heart of stone
tower walls that distance
and keep out
the trespassers of our souls
no entry
no exit
a chamber of emptiness
filled by fear

keepers of the tomb
lovers of the gloom
in the darkness we reside
in sadness we hide

be on the lookout
be aware, for thieves
come at night
or day

locked up
in my minaret
i keep a weary eye
i let nothing in
trusting nobody not even
myself

to define poetry is misguided
for words need not form
need no structure
their meaning when placed together as intended
from emotion and mind's eye
gives life to something more than a definition

the first poems
ever written
were words intended for song
crafted from stories of days long gone
an aid in remembrance of sorts

what makes words
what gives something meaning
thoughts summoned from feelings and past experience
hardships and lessons learnt
love even

what makes us read the poem
an expectation of something more
a need to understand more
about what we do not know

what do we know?

i have thought about everything.
once.