In More Than A Line
Bunny tail, Hop spring,
Let the life dial, but don't ring,
Cry the night fire,
Daylight fain spring,... more »
So here I sit on a cold winters night,
With pen and page,
And no idea of what to write.
How do you say ‘I love you’... more »
In So Far As I Have None
In so far as I have none,
I have more than what you think,
Do not chide me for speaking
Much less harsh my intent.... more »
It’s vacation time from varsity,
So I’m visiting my mother in Joburg.
Strange to use the word ‘visiting’,
I used to live here once... more »
Less Than Perfect
You said we can fix this,
I'm not so sure,
You said we can work,
I'm not so sure,... more »
Let Us Fight
Find a beach with a distant memory
Embroiled within the sand,
Find all the little pieces,
Fit them together, and... more »
Life Is Like A Cigarette
Life is like a cigarette,
Smoke it to the end,
That is all I have to say
To you my friend.... more »
Love's Greatest Tragedy And Its Truth
You and I are victims of love’s greatest tragedy
And its greatest truth:
That life moved on without us,
And time forgot us in our youth.... more »
After a while it’s just narcissistic!
All this time spent
Hoping to receive a few lines... more »
Never Being Blinded
Sunlight behind a curtain reveals more than you think.
It softens harsh window frames
And creates a glow of fabrics,
The colours in the cotton become realized,... more »
No Mans Land
We are the middle years,
Too young to have an opinion,
Too old to play our games,
We are the middle years,... more »
No Time For Tea
So very very tired.
There is no room for slumber in restless thoughts.
I am desperate for rest.... more »
Of The New, The Old, And All That's In Between
Outside something moves,
A ripple of energy spreads out.
...Or rather...... more »
On A Cusp
Amongst the kind of truth
That is always inside lies,
Beyond the sunken sense of self
Past the thing that words describe... more »
On Picking Up The Pen (Once Again)
...Where to begin?
Or perhaps, more appropriately...
...Where to pick up this thread?... more »
There is a sad complacency
Of brilliant minds,
Locked away in their dingy rooms,
They tell themselves... more »
Stuck in Absurdity.
Where’s the end of the line?... more »
It rained today.
An insidious obsequious kind of rain.
A cold needle pricking rain that inserts itself
Into the very tendrils of your existence.... more »
What is pain?
An ill constructed metamorphosis
Of rationality gone sour?
Good for nothing other than... more »
Requiem For The Masses
An old man watches from an allyway
As a hooker walks by.
She wishes it didn't have to be this way
But nobody else tries.... more »
Like a flashing light I falter,
Just short of what I want to say,
Things are easier when I’m not myself,
When my words do not have a price to pay... more »
As we sit in this supposed silence
Sipping on secrets that are never said,
I wake, flutter eyelids, flex muscles,
And silently lift my head,... more »
In a world that refuses to care,
Why should I care more?
In a world that refuses to hear,
Why should I hear more?... more »
My country has bled so much before,
It coursed through every valley, every hill,
And pain was the word carried in wrath,
For my country held against its will.... more »
Stand Up For Death
Entwined in lover's deathly snare,
Broken by friendship's fickle stare,
Drained by kindred's ugly tears,
Starved by my own hungry fears,... more »