A Ngwee for Your Thoughts

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If I had a Ngwee for every time

You shared your thoughts

I’d have a rich vocabulary

And an even richer soul

The countless balletic conversations we’ve had

Where the world pirouettes on your tongue

And dances between your lips

Your tongue, red-lacquered as though

Freshly made Louboutins walked on it,

Breaks the ice and carves memories out of it

Your words are unlayered, profound

You spin words and they take shape

In the form of reality

With the universe home on your lips

You speak life into my life

So the next time when we talk

Remember that your words enrich my soul


The Marriage of True Minds

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Nameless silhouettes tearing through
Tall dew kissed blades of grass
The sun barely piercing the unflinching fog
Just when I thought it would yet be
Another eternity before I’d see you
You sliced open my perception of what real is
Stretched it beyond imagination
And filled it with funky colours
And endless possibilities
Your hand is so far down my chest that
Vulnerability is now my strength
Boundaries have faded
That we’re now making up reality as we go
Simply put we’re a pleasant memory lost in time 
Trying our best not to be found

Perfect Weekend

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The perfect weekend is made of these;
2 ngwees and dirty bikes
Pink champagne truffles
And a lemon herb scented bag
A very wet Saturday and slightly dry jokes
Purple lips and flavourful conversations
A two kilometre daybreak run
And foggy hills in the distance
Private feasts and endless down low creeping
Senseless happy dances
And Sunday goodbyes that will leave you sobered up
An eleven day week and a two minute weekend
Daytime village chicken whispering
And handling aneurysms by night
Fusa and kusa
And 17 other non rhyming four letter words

Kamikaze Heart

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If I continue masking my heart with gum and tape
Its only a matter of time before this dam of emotion
Breaks free and drowns me in my own sorrow 
So believe me when I say I only drink for the thrill
But if the only possible way of loving you 
Involves hurting myself in the process
I’m cool with it, anything for you right
You know I’m not as broken as I make it sound sometimes 
Besides I owe you – big time
You did save my life that night I died in your arms – literally
Even if it was for the briefest moment
So I guess it’s somewhat disappointing, ironic 
That the only way I can pay you back 
Is by giving you my kamikaze heart
But then that’s all I have


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We’re marked and labeled
Scarred and tainted by the actions
Of those who came before us
Its in our blood to make bold mistakes
And disregard your wise counsel
Coz we have years to spend and luck to chase
Proudly basking in the folly of youth
How can you even judge us when you’re
Essentially looking in the mirror
We inscribe our union with incongruence
Coz our lives are just as imperfect 
Nevertheless we wear these scars shamelessly
Giving our unrighteous souls something
To hold on to till our dying day


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Weekends are for relaxing
So when we’re not exploring, eating
Or killing bats and spiders
We wear humor on our faces
And tongues
We say outrageous things
And pretend the world is ours
Coz we heard it belongs
To those who can afford
To stop and smell the flowers

When The Dam Breaks

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I pray this cup is taken away from me
ButĀ if I must bear it
If these weary walls collapse and the dam breaks
I’ll invite those I consider closest to come drink with me
From this cup of destruction
Knowing that at the end of it all
When chaos is replaced by calm
Everything will be made whole
And if the faith of those I trust should be blinded
By the weight of this chalice
It will only confirm my suspicions:
You’re the only person I can count on when the dam breaks