I will love the colors

After a black interval
Of a slowly moving time.
After the darkest horizon
Of a barren land
After a fire Of unrelenting heat.

I will love the colors.

I wonder about our dreams,

the summits we said we’d pursue

I wonder why courage was never on our side,

Why we were always scared

And blamed 

men and women who broke our hearts.

Like we were homeless men,

People would ask why we didn’t help ourselves,

rushing us to a well-ness

we didn’t have the means to get to.

Suggesting our poverty was our fault,

convincing us that our lack, was what we deserved.

I had always wondered whether they knew a broken spirit,

And thought maybe they were simply too strong to be that depleted.

We laboured to get their help,

we frustrated our wits,

to try and tell them our story.

In hindsight we didn’t know that this world

Favours one with merit and  not by grace.

That, help here, is earned and not freely given

That you have to show potential, to be recognised and helped.

And that because we were who we were,

We could not have our story told.

Now I wonder about our dreams,

About summits we had planned to climb

Can you help us?

by your grace?

For we have nothing of own

To qualify us for your help.

Rolling in the deep

The scars of your love remind me of us
They keep me thinking that we almost had it all
The scars of your love, they leave me breathless
I can't help feeling
We could have had it all
(You're gonna wish you never had met me)
Rolling in the deep
(Tears are gonna fall, rolling in the deep)
You had my heart inside of your hand
(You're gonna wish you never had met me)
And you played it, to the beat
(Tears are gonna fall, rolling in the deep)

Baby, I have no story to be told
But I've heard one on you
And I'm gonna make your head burn
Think of me in the depths of your despair
Make a home down there
As mine sure won't be shared
BY ADELE

(inspired by a little boy i met at Isipingo taxi rank)

On this precipice,

I stand hopeless,

Looking below,

Already in my body,

Supposing the pain in my bones,

Be with me my beautiful love,

As I fall,

As I give my wings to the black below,

catch me,

if you wish,

catch me,

I am falling,

Summon me before I hit

and if it"s not true

And if it’s not true,

Let me journey to the next horizon in my life

marriage, children, successful vocation & leaving a great legacy

let me dally in the busy-ness for a while

the lens stretches only to the sky

not beyond it…

the vision down here is eternally short.

Fumble

People said something.
About us. It was nice.
You and I though,
Whatever it was,
We let it go asunder.
We just never committed to it.
I interrogate the uncertainty of it,
How could it be so vaguely special?
How come we never said anything?
How come you just let me go? Just ‘carelessly fumble my heart… with your silence? Inspired by Trey Songz' fumble