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From Dusk Till Dawn

Like the gradual diming of the 
sun
I watch as day fades away 
Along with my troubles 
Watching as the worldly 
canvas
Completes its daily painting
Maybe im amazed at the way 
Time gives me a break
When the sun seems to burn 
too hot
The song of the darkening day 
Morphs my ears into those of 
a mermaid listening to the 
ocean
My fingers Beethoven their 
way to my journals
Composing the poetry that lies 
be4 my eyes..
The poetry that is the end of a 
day..

An end has never been so 
beautiful
Like an instrument of God
Moulded to aww my gaze
Moulded to intertwine with my 
Inner self and allow me to.. 
Breathe ..
But ofcoz every dusk has its 
dawn.. 


When the sun rose
The birds could not believe 
The miracle of the horizon
Taking away yesterday's pain
Painting a new picture for 
nature 
To embrace us nd draw us 
once again- a new today

I seek no explanation of
The heartaches of yestday
The rain that soiled my 
journals
Inking off my thots to nothing
I fear no more the chirping of 
the sparrows
My heart levetates with the 
hope of another smile- 
another laugh- another kiss.. 
Breaking is normally a painful 
thing
But dawn showed me the 
healing power of it..
The purity of its virgin birth.. 
I rise with the sun
Feeling its rays touch my soul 
like an angel's halo upon my 
gaze.. #deepSigh
Like a lotus flower- 
The existence shows its true 
rarity 
An enigmatic beauty ..
Seen everyday at the break of 
dawn. 

The beginning and end of 
A story 
The full stop
And the heading
From dusk till dawn
Even a vampire can never 
deny such a miracle.

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Listen

Listen to the silent voice that my ink speaks nd tell me ..
 Can u hear me?
 Listen to the lead in my pencil as I scribble down soft but hard words .. 
 Feel the electric vibe that runs through my words nd let it transport yu to the unknown..
 Hear the beat that comes with my metaphors nd tell me u feel it..
 Can u feel it? 
 Open ur eyes nd see the pictures I draw with my mind ..
 Sway with me nd dance with the poetic flow that synchronises mind-body nd soul ... 
 Make love to my words nd imprint with my rhymes.. 
 Walk on my earth nd feel the fertile soils of my paper ..
 Breathe me in 
 Inhale all of me nd let my metaphorical seduction flow through ur veins..

 Let me touch u ..
 Let me feel u..
 Let me nd my poetry be with u..
 Be in you..
 Be apart of u..
 Let us be one!

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Love

Wont you just kiss the pain away like the waves sweep the beach off its feet..
Imprint your love on my soul and carry my heart with u like a shadow..
Embrace my flaws nd let me be 1 with yours
For our imperfections 
Can make a halo of perfection
Let the silence of my I love You's
Reach the scared windows of your ears 
Free fall unto my journal
Nd write a story about us in stanzas of romance
Appreciate me like the italian do their food
And acknowledge my beauty like the french do their wine
Fear not what fear isnt
After all it but a drop of dried ink in your mind
That needs 2 be melted onto paper - scribbling our initials in a synchronised pair. 

Open me like the curtains in the great Queen's castle
And let my sun touch your flesh
I want birth an overdue pregnancy of words unto you
And mould my love into 
Endless journals of my love for you..
Make love to my eyes 
For they are the windows to my soul
See thru-beyond-within me
Hold me for i miss being held
Kiss me 
For i have never been kissed
Devour my emotions with your kindest touch
And let me melt in your arms
Coz babe- im tired of freezin!!

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Confessions of An Uncircumcised Man

Confusing confusion has got 
me confused
Confused about where I 
wanna be- be-
 becoz I lie next to a being 
who insists I  disrespect her by 
not taking my " mortal hat" off  

Iam no mouse or human 
ratatoille
But   I have
Cooked and baked my own 
misfortunes
You see I have grown to knw 
the dominating male  fashion
No gentlemen- 
Not your chinos or your vans
Um talking about that deep 
lonely fashion
That horny everyday but can't 
get none from my woman 
typa fashion
That-  cold shower everyday  
typa fashion
That fashion that leaves a 
brother angry as hell- I guess 
they were right
"A hungry man is an angry 
man" 

Iam angry at my ignorant 
ignorance
becoz for sum reason I fear 
the thot of having a piece of 
me - in pieces 
For some reason though iam 
not religious I dare to  quote 
the bible  " what  God has 
joined together,let no man put 
asunder- nd that is my 
ultimate defence for this fence 
I have placed around my loins! 
But u see  the one I love has 
no tym for this nonsense..
she refuses to lie with me as 
does a man and his wife - 
All becoz I refuse to get under 
the knife!
Saying "babe um not about 
that life"
Surely my pride should  be 
circumcised
As will my PENIS
AfterAll circumcision is the 
mission!!! 

 And This has been THE 
CONFESSIONS OF AN 
UNCIRCUMCISED MAN!

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When You'Re Alone

Deep in the coridors of my 
yearning heart I dwell in the 
gloom that befalls me 
whenever the heat of your 
body lies 300k's away from 
mine. 
I quiver in anxiety anticipating 
the moment ur parted lips 
would explore my almost 
sealed shut mouth. I await the 
hold of your arms as they will 
envelope my body and hold 
me tighter and longer than a 
life line.. 
My dear I ache for the burning 
look in ur eyes as it  etches 
itself into my soul seeing the 
vulnerable broken glass I 
really am.. the way you break 
all the rose coloured mirrors 
nd look at me thru a clear 
uncoloured biological canvas. 


When you're alone, your heart 
and mind finally take turns 
communicating with u and 
letting u hearself- feel urself- 
understand urself ..
When you're alone epiphanies 
are not just epiphanies.. They 
are dreams that have been 
coming true when u were too 
busy looking past them and 
not at them.. When you're 
alone the sun seems more 
calm, heartache hurts a little 
less, water suddenly has a 
taste.. And air suddenly 
passes thru ur lungs like a  
ring slipping on to a familiar 
finger... 
When you're alone, u can 
actually feel the curve of ur 
smile..
The shed of ur tear
The break of ur heart
When u'r alone- things seem 
to move in slow motion..
U can suddenly see flowers 
bloom..
 The birth of butterflies  ..
Whe u're alone... The world 
becomes Your world ..
Enlightenment is finally found. 

When you're alone math is not 
just math..
It is an artistic sexual 
encounter that ur mind has 
with the world givin life to 
pure genius - complex 
simplicity made into poetic 
calculations painted by  the 
mind's brush... 

When u're alone love is not 
just love ..
It is not an 'is' .. But it is what 
it is..
An inexplainable paradox of 
emotions- insync with the 
universe- a law of attraction- a 
gravitational pull towards 
worlds within a world .. 
When you're alone nothing 
makes sense and sense makes 
nothing .. 
Like a secret known by all but 
understood by none... Love is 
an enigma.. Love is the jack 
of all traits and master of ALL 
..

When you're alone ... When 
I'm alone
I think of all this and more my 
dear..
Because of u- my mind is 
challenged in every possible 
way to think beyond any scope 
.. To reach the unreacheable- 
to create poetry and 
enlightenment becoz even 
when I'm alone and you're 
300k's away... I'm still with 
u!!!!!

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One Day

One day my words will be 
celebrated..
They'll be heard- 
Even in death-
They will be big nd bold
Strong nd fierce
They will be seen..
Touched..
Felt..
One day..
You'll feel wat I write- nd say 
..
One day .. 
You'll smell the dust in my old 
paper.. 
Taste the salt in my teary ink 
.. 
One day ... 
One day ..
My words will be great .,
My words will determine your 
fate
One day- 
... One day ..

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My Pen-Is

I'have spent so much time
Writing and painting female 
walls
With my mortal paintbrush
 When Midnight strikes
They ask to see it 
And all I could say was 'hush'!

My Pen-is
Unloved-unkept
 hidden under ..
Heavy briefs 
 But Trust me- 
My pen-is not so brief  

My Pen-is 
The epitome
Of male hunger
Though sickness it always 
ponders
The doctor- it fears to bother..

My Pen- is 
Fears the prick of a needle
Relations with a scalpel it 
cannot farthom 

Sex is what ignites it 
Like a lighter to a smoker
It burns with desire- after all  
Its passion lies between her 
thighs 

Though my fate is unsteady
My Pen-is still grows unhealthy 
But because I love my baby 
I'll  stop worrying about my 
Pen-is Size
And just get circumcised !!

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Pride of Being African

Let our hands interlock into a 
beautiful zipper of prayer and 
take pride in being african! 

"What is the pride of being 
african"

Asks a girl- unknowing of the 
roots from which her family 
tree grows ..
The lines on the palm of her 
hands resemble the veins of 
the african leaves she was 
born into. Her
Bi-racial hair curled up in locks 
of african beauty 
Nd yet she asks " what is the 
pride of being african?

An african woman whose only 
pride is the curve of her hips 
and the natural arch of her 
back- ignoring the map with 
which her mind can make- or 
the different shades of brown 
her skin radiates into the rich 
airs of africa..

In the middle of an undeclared 
war
We uncounciously submit to a 
mental slavery ..seeking 
comfort in the pains of the 
past.. Slitting our rists with 
resentment and self pity..
Handicappin our minds - 
moving forward but still 
arriving at the previous 
destination!
Such wounded nations! 

Why do we scrape the african 
tatoo in the arteries of our 
hearts by poking the the past 
makin way for its venom to 
make us bitter...
Perpetually impregnating our 
minds 
Only to give birth to a 
vendetta! 
Is that the pride of being 
African!

Adding insult to injury
we duck and cover 
Hidding from the touch of rain 
Shieldin ourselves from the 
sun's smile
But then.. Then we embraced 
the weather and posed in the 
sun as if God was takin a 
piicture..

Then children with no toys 
believed they could transform 
oxygen into gold
Then a mother through trials 
nd tribulations could still find a 
corner within the circle of her 
mud hut 
Then the diamonds of Africa 
lay in the sparkling eyes of a 
new born -raised to the 
heavens as an African 
declaration 

I listen to the invisible wind 
chimes made by mother 
nature
Singing songs of praise 
Painting african countries on 
this canvas we call Africa!
I see the poetry that lies 
within future Nelson 
Mandelas.. Seretse Khamas.. 
Futures You's and Me's 
I inhale the soils and all the 
memories imprinted on them 
jus as Africa is imprinted on 
me -
I rub off hurtful footprints of 
hunger
slavery.. 
All for the pride of being 
african

Let our hands interlock like a 
beautiful zipper of prayer- nd 
take pride in being african

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I Am

Iam 
Iam the unpaid bill
The anxiety pill u forgot to 
take
Iam the period u missed
.. Iam ...

I walk alone in this 
complicated world- 
My life .. Nothing but spoken 
word
I walk around pregnant with 
loneliness nd tears 
Yearning to give birth nd be 
free
Free from the bondage of self 
hatred nd loathe 

Iam
Iam the uniform u hate to 
wear
If I asked u to meet me..
Um sure u wudnt dare 
I dnt knw wat I used to be
But iam ..
Iam the reincarnation of wat 
once was to this!
The unfished poem with no 
metaphors
..The sentence with no 
punctuation
The question with no mark..
Iam the end with no beginning
The book book that was never 
read

Thou I am nothin
Somehow- iam something
Thou I have no taste- 
Like water I quench your thirst
Thou I have no light of my 
own
Like the moon I make u 
wonder
This is jus a poem from an 
active mind
A little something 4 u to 
ponder!

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Addiction

I find it hard to stray away from you.. 
 Your scent sends me spiralling in waves of emotions .. 

 I love inhaling u within me- 
 But hate having to exhale u... 
 U r the oxygen in my blood.. 
 The reason y I ... Live.. 

 I find it hard to un-paint the portrait of u in my head.. 
 My paint brushes yearn to paint more of u.. 
 But I jus can't let go of the poetic beauty you have already shown me.. 

 I find it hard to linger away from your soulful eyes.. 
 The story they tell just keeps me wanting more .. 
 Your zest for life draws me closer and closer.. 

Babe you r my addiction.. 
 No not like caffeine or alcohol.. 
 Its the kind of addiction that makes u want to jump off a moving train and fall into the realm of a different dimension 
 A dimension where even thou we'd never met- I'd still feel the urge- the hunger to find u... 
 The kind of addiction that make u want to locate mother nature- find the herbs that'll make the addiction never fade.. 
 Even so its the kind of addiction that lasts an eternity even in the after life.. Even in the midst or reincarnation where I'll come back as a cat- u a mouse - where I'd spend all my 9 lives trying to kill u- not because I hate u or we're mortal enemies--- but because even then- you would still be my addiction...