stan-stil and listen

The rivers i cross are full of smiles that touch fleetingly like rose petals brushing past frost filled grass when the breeze is as light, cool and fresh hitting the nose where it is.

I remember the good times like it was yesterday. I feel the pain i felt about the bad times. I sit. I wonder. I see and i move on. But i will never forget while it seems that most times i am fine but it remains a scar that from here on seems like it will never heal.

swimming in my fear

Tearing the searing joy flickering

in my hearts absence

distant and close

closed off

at the t junction

in my mindless mind

you appear

at the sun’s apex

before dawn

framed by its dim brightness

buffalo soldier

armed with smiles

that kill me joyfully

that fill the thrills

summers and springs

with bullets fired in kind

with trance dances

that penetrate and splash

that empty space in my soul

by chance i hold

the warmth in your hands

and offer mine

in the winters and autaumns

in the bliss of the hope

of that first kiss

with closed eyes

searchin deeply

inside

for that which we never lost.

there you was

You remind me of kwaito nights and reggae mornings

The last after supper

Splattered with splendour waiting for a nervous two by two

while marvin gaye sounds pound my heart gayily

ripping it into a trinity of triplets

painting me red,  my jaw dropping

because you were not my valentine

not my date, stood at the door

prentended i was your gate-opener

there you was

all i could do was…

“would you dance…

… with me?”

for your sorrow tomorrow

when leaves fall in the water

a poet said she noticed

when we feel a rush of bitter cold

well, we shiver

when You get to feel that

i am there wrapping my arms around you

on telepaths of warmth

on warpaths with tears and memories

when waterfalls or little rivulets

start drawing lines

on your delicately crafted face

i'll be next to you, joining you

holding your hand

and when your heart sobs

my spirit hands will be

holding it gently

rocking it

to a tranquil

distilled peace

and when you close your eyes

in silence

remember

I am with you in your sorrow

untitled murmurings

your voice sends scandals of the good kind down my spine;

i think about you all the time

like how your smile will send heaven to my heart

when i see it for the first time

how sweet and warm your scent will be when we hug

Damn you make me smile

Don’t stop speaking; say anything

your syllables

hmm

chocolate streams,

smooth dreams,

your words

weave worlds

its kinda like

the nile knows

how to flow,

mysteriously!

it hears your smile

while, with your verbs

you tantalize

and hyptonize

mesmerize

Chieftess!!!

you speak

-sound you purify

Child_ran

For Silindile

The naked child-ran

her freshly shaven head.

Cutting the air

with despaired flair.

Dropped on her tiny fingers

by the burning cold;

of a midwinters’

promising,

summer-rain, wind.

Her smile brushing

away the salt

remaining,

from her tears.

Down the street

of once in a while

colours of new Cris-mas clothes

Daddy’s home, she shouts.