The hail beats the tin roof of this old house
like a previous century stoning
the ice crashing on the corrugated steel
is reminiscent of a
...
Dumped the television
only six months
back
It was filling my mind
...
When the rules of the game
change
on the blood exchange
All eyes staring
...
my woman
curled up, close enough to know
her heart beat has timing;
arm crossing chest
...
Awoke in the normal
manner [of surprise]
Alarm singing chinese
mobile tunes like an
...
Saturday
at the carwash
doing that futile thing
only thought about thoroughly
...
Stared that butterfly's wings, down
soaked the colors into my heart
drank the shapes of that pattern
like a tequila shot; a double in the glass
...
The glass fell from her hand
gravity was pulling
it to the floor
that rouge glass had a mission
...
Pitter patter, pitter patter
new walking feet drag and step
on the laminate mock tree that
covers the floor
...
A Zebra lives in my road
on the corner a gorilla counts horses
Birds sing songs of love on the roof
of a Lion's mud-hut home. Where I live a
...
Well Hello, Thank you for visiting again, love what you've done with your hair! This is my Jouska. I am a flawsome, technophile, pistanthrophobic, libertarian, coryphee, ambivert, individualist, Christian. (My Psychiatric accounts are insane!) I have size B man boobs; I eat lots of KFC in my endeavor to achieve size C. I am widely opinionated on liberty, religion and spirituality, hence accused of being open minded. The problem with an open mind? There is always someone trying to fill it! I come from South Africa. This means I have mastered NONE of the eleven official languages, which has taken years, to achieve! I have two children. Both girls who live in co-habitation with their mother they are my entire being and purpose. I spend my life finding unique ways to install the positive into their C - drives. Blue Skies, Love & Light @ You Al)
Mystical.
As the sun beats
ultra-violet rays
whip
her soft-pink
petals
She begins
to bend
twist
fold
weave
Each individual
wrapping
brings a rusty
golden
brown
decay
from the edge
to the velvet
touch
center
where they meet
With thorns
in her sides
she collides
with deathly
tired
boredom
The process begins
each petal
waits its turn,
and
falls to the ground
revealing
her once
soft
innocent
core
Then finally
she is naked
and bare
Just a tarnished
lifeless bud
representing
what she
used
to
be
And her name was Rose
I had a wonderful day reading your work. I enjoyed every one I read. Why does the moon hide stood out for me Thank You so much for these!
Yaaay! So pleased to see your writing here. It's time these beautiful writes were made public. So proud of you boy!
One of South Africa's favourite. I saw you at Joburg Theatre. was unbelievable. Bra you must ask to put The Child Revolution up here. It's my favourite poem. Also Teddy Bear...please!
Completely decent writing! Universal in it's rift! I'm voting Non-Goddess-A. It's absolutely astounding!
like flowered tiaras hell-bound on growth & success
When poetry drops on white pages like thunderous dark clouded drops of sixty-per-cent acid
I luv this oke. You must hear him read live. It made my wife cry. So awesome.