soft blonde curls around you
like a halo
warmest smiles one could ever know
from the heart


You said in your elephant grass poem
“peace is less than me
and more than you
but we are almost free”

I find it hard to accept
such bright light snuffed out
so soon

May your light shine on
Sweet Masikani
Teej-light is sorely missed here



will see you
in the stars one day*



S T, 26 July 2013

Am I losing my luster ?
I used to shine and pride over words I spilled
I thrilled over each line
Like I had something to do with the way they laid
Delicately over white page, over soft glowing screen
It seems more likely that the words
That rise like high tide beneath my skin
Fall on there own accord and become something more only
After I have come away
Its in our separation, in my
Neglect and abandonment
That others hold, reach handle it and
There is a fine line, I straddle it
Between what the words want
And what I though I’d mean
And the things that you glean reading between
And the prettiest parts of these simple things
Are the ones that you see that far escaped me
Just beyond my intention more an accident then invention.
I just write when the pressure is high
But as any poet or poetess will confess I
Can hardly claim its what I envisioned
As far as pride
These things write themselves
I'm nearly stretching the truth when I claim
I was only here to help.

This is the time of night when all of the skeletons in your closet come out to play
The time where your sleepy eyes
Don't have the strength to resist temptation
Where your brokenness is revealed
And the demons in your head are released
The time of night when we finally say
"Tomorrow's a new day, time for some changes"
Only to fall back into the pattern of 12:43 AM again

Night though deep
Still elusive
A drooping eye,
Toss on bed
The thoughts in head
Moon passes by.
Needs a break
But wide awake
The racing mind,
Thinks it best
To forego rest
Search and find.
The night no bliss
Peace goes amiss
A trying time,
Though sleepless
The saving grace
Is a streaming rhyme.

Friends leave
I get that
Nothing lasts forever

But you believed her lies about me
And that really
Hurt

I'm not perfect.
There's a cry for help
that only the city lights hear -
barely flickering in response.
I go deeper in

the labyrinth I've built for myself.
I manage to get lost and
find comfort and pain
(at least I can feel pain),
in knowing no one can find me.
But even that does not last long

when hating yourself
is the only thing you know of.

When will the knife slip,
when will your feet trip -

into myself,
into my freedom?

Whose freedom
are we fighting for,
if we don't even know
who we are?