Poetry

Picture Perfect Escape

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What I’d give to be that boy again
I’d scrape my knees just to taste that joy again
To relive the amazement and wonder
But all that warmth is frozen in time
Overrun by years that reek of routine
Familiarity in these walls desperately suffocating possibility
This photograph is but a momentary escape
A time capsule of tasteful memories
That are soon eclipsed when I look in the mirror
The coldness still trapped in eyes that are
Forever blood stained by
The many pains they’ve witnessed

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VIII.VII.XII

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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

The World Is Not Enough

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The world is not enough
You need a little bit of heaven
The day is not enough
You need a little bit of night
Living is not enough
You need a little bit of love
Kissing is not enough
You need a warm big hug
Chasing the sun
Nine till five, Monday to Friday
Week after week
It’s a toxic cycle our lives follow
Perfectly carving out a slice of emptiness
When will this end
This weekend, perhaps the next
Even though it’s a short lived thrill
The memories that are born
Whenever our worlds collide
Eclipse the hollowness that is my life

Boy Meets Girl

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Remember that night we meet for the very first time?
When my eyes were greeted by your sweetly sculpted silhouette
Accentuated by the lively swing of your hips and your comely voice
As you  emerged from the shadows​ and into my life that starry September night
It was poetry in motion

Do you remember how the sun bled for you the following evening?
How a thousand petals were pasted to a mundane sky
Creating a magnificent roseate sunset just for you
And you still have the audacity to wonder why I’m so into you…
Just try to remember that weekend and you’ll know why

 

Day One Eight Three Nine

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I’m tempted to say this is the most
Exciting day of my life but that would be a lie
As any day spent with you is special in its own way
And always leaves me struggling to find
Superlatives to use to describe it
Yet to say it’s special doesn’t fully capture
The immensity of the moment
And that’s what it’s all about – moments
Fractions of time that give greater meaning
To the portrait we’re constantly painting
So I’ll take this moment to say that
Even though it’s day one eight three nine on the calendar
It’s still day one in my heart

We Real Cool

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One of these days you’ll open your eyes
And accept that I’m not the cool guy
You always thought I was
When you do
Please remember that night we stayed​ up well past 1am
Doing barell rolls, flat spins, knock-downs and perfect runs
Like adrenaline driven teenagers
And it will soon dawn on you that it’s not me
But me and you that is cool

Photo credit: Annie Sinkala

12 Days

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Twelve – the number of men who’ve walked on Earth’s moon
Twelve – the number of studio albums the band The Beatles released
In English, twelve is the number of greatest magnitude that has just one syllable
It’s also the number of days it takes for someone to realise
Their fate is inextricably intertwined with another soul
At least that’s true for me
I don’t know how I made it from day one to eleven
Coz day twelve was a different kind of hell
What’s even more significant is the manner
In which this awful streak was broken

The day after the twelfth day
There you were, by the road side unaware that I was approaching
The second our eyes met for the first time in twelve days
You wore that toothy grin you bring out only on occasion
– such are moments on which my world turns
In that moment I said to myselfd
I can deal with nine, ten, eleven days
But may twelve days never come between us again