My Little Ray of Sunshine

Break Free

Home Love

Let's Be Trees

Be the Experience

The Cure For Boredom

Cracked lips on hot days
Beer cans pop in freezers.
Milk goes sour in hot cars.
The day is at it's zenith
And we're sure we've found the cure
The cure
For boredom;
Hopscotch on dry gravel roads
And watching people walk past
Holding hands and sharing glances.
The blue sky with her fluffy white clouds
Fade out of view
As the diamond encrusted
Black background
Folds in to take over the night.
Deep noises cover the cityscapes.
Booming nightclubs
And staggering drunk pedestrians
Falling hopelessly in love
With the hard, concrete pavements.
And as the cars fly by,
A homeless man dreams
Of big mansions
Made from cardboard and newspaper
And stumbles across a Kruger Rand.
And we think we have
A cure for boredom?

Afrikaburn Library 2017

My Safe Zone

Angles

https://youtu.be/llyidKo50io

Quotation of How

I'm trying to ask questions
That make my answers seem right.
I'm trying to know the truth,
But all the lies seem so bright.
I'm grasping onto tragedies
To make death seem so final,
And in these painful escapades
I am faced with my own rival.
It's not the right time now
To change the tune of this song -

With a soft nudge I realise
I've been here all along.
I'm looking for a learning curve
To teach me in my plight
To find the reason for my life
So I can finally feel right
At home in my own skin.

There's nothing wrong with wanting perfection
In this day and age
All we get is rejection.
A breath of fresh air
Always comes with a price,
But take it,  don't leave it
It won't offer itself twice.
The subtlety of life's conquests
Makes me groom to look my best
So I can finally pass the test.

My Anthem

https://youtu.be/Pj_pqvIPiI8

Try Love Instead

Lunar Lover

Angel Burns

Through the mist of all of this
We see the bliss we used to miss.
As angels weep at our dismay,
They pick us up
And guide the way.
And as the fire inside me burns,
The strongest feeling something yearns
To be let out amongst the clouds
Of true transformation
Without a doubt.
Inclined to see
The reaction behind
Me.
I guide them through
Their darkest night
And pull them through
Into the light.
We all need to
Depend on you
And you need to
Depend on me.
Interdependant
Everyone
And
Everything.

To a New Year!

Cotton candy clouds
Folding over our Mountain,
Splashing about
Like a bubbling brook
Engulfed in a cool mist,
Delivering droplets
Of promises
For the year to come.
She gives hope
To dispel the heat,
To give us peace
Inside our hearts,
That the path
We have chosen
Is exactly where
We're meant to be.
Silver Table Mountain's
Love.

Break Our Enslavement

Stored in the underground vaults of time, I hear you whine

Under your car window.

Legs so bent,

My time is spent

Laughing eagerly at

Your enslavement.

The mental enslavement

Of our age.

The type of control that tricks you

Into thinking

You're in control.

No.

Be wise.

Be with a faith

Inside yourself.

That small quiet voice

That these days you ignore.

Listen,

Be guided.

We need you

To help us

Break our enslavement.

Hiccup

                a frog in my throat,

     a choke in my gut.

A feeling like I'm always

Stuck in a Rut.

The moment I'm moving

    in a forward direction

Is when I'm tying my shoelaces

  On the sidewalk.

I'm only on this earth

    For a giggle and a game.

I'm only trodding this path

    for your entertainment.

And if you do not watch me,

    I do not exist.

I blend back into the gaping hole

 that comfortably sits

      in your face.

If you want me alive,

    keep reading...

Shine Yourself

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Golden Moment

Golden rockets
Floating on Golden Wings
Of Golden Memories
And Golden Things.

Intrigued, I spread
The deck across the globe
And find answers
Between objects
Of Golden Virtue.

My soul perspire's
As my contract expires.
The devil let me go
So I can help the river flow
Back into
The Golden Sea
To become One
With all that it can
Be.

Geriatric Drink Hole

It's an empty place,
This lively pub.
It's a distant thought
At the end of that road.

It's a forgotten vibration
Along the ley lines of life.
I'm not trying to be
Sinister.

It's just the bare truth.
The bare empty truth
At the end of what was,
At the end of my desolate
Insinuation.
The walls,
They crumble
Into tables
Of dust...
Still there
But not quite.