When it rained, P.

When it rained all my inner eyes could reach

Is you and i by the seaside

My pride was in sync with the symphony

Of the rain drops

playing with the surfaces

outside my warm cocoon

and my joy

cuddled my small coughs

as my tv flickered with noise

poised with nostalgia

i picked up the phone,

and dialed your o eight two

all starry eyed i ask

Oh my heart answer the phone;

Please P.

P.

P, I wanted your rose to kiss me softly

Right here where I clearly see,

My Sweetest Soweto memory

My three million lullabies betwixt goodbyes

Leave me wondering beyond yonder

Whether I am just playing with prayer

Or in a good way you’re just slaying me textually

Slicing my brevity away

P, My taboo, and my déjà vu

Downtown you are my brownsugar

on the eastside my chocolate cake

on the west my ice cream dream

and everywhere else my eyes see no one else but you

And you know I don’t want it to sound like that

Not in a bad way atleast, but you keep me mellow and sane

To Masego

on behalf of Tshego

Remember friend how we listened to music

Stars shining in our eyes in our nighties at our pj parties

Dreaming with our knights riding off into the sunset

You know, it’s been a while since I've seen you shine in your smile

Remember that very first time he said hello, and

You blushed

All flushed, like that song said, with fever

The diva in you sang songs of Shiva

You spoke in tongues intertwined, and

Rewrote Genesis anew

Redemption found you

In the streams of your bloodstream

Pumping to the beat of the Song of Solomon

Friend, as you and yours rewrite life anew, and

Show us how…

I see you now and you must know that,

It’s been a while since I've seen you shine in your smile.

Eish P, my pleasent fluorescent intense Incense

You know, today i wanted to write you this poem
Full of dissapointment but i could not put the verbs together
I wanted to say to you i am jealous but…
Could not put the two’s and their adverbs together
I heard the despair; i saw it from your words
I cried a wrenching cry and …
in that moment i became the wretched of the earth
and, then i heard you, i smiled and ...
googled poems i could send to you incessantly

i like you still; neccesarily.

.

Eish P.

Eish, joe! Your green dot light is off.

Offline?

This thing must lie maan,

Mara, My Heart bleats beats for you yazi;

Just say hello

I’ll be fine

I’ll surf smurf smiles I swear

Breakdance, be-bop,

Send dreadlock; weaves and waves

I’ll be top, mfana

Mara-My-Heart

Just say hello.

I’ll be fine.

Untitle my heart Nubia

I can’t help it; I get caught taking long walks around the park with Jill Scott after dark

Isaac Hayes, Clarence Carter and Mpharanyane don’t make it a simple matter of cliché’s

Dimples- somewhere close, somewhere where we can jump the primus stove

Everday and in every way in music and in the dance in your eyes
We will smile till we retire-just till we awaken our soul child squire.

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They said he writes like a scribe

But all he offered was a dollar and a bribe

While he sat downing the sun

Reading Sipho Sepamla’s The Blues is in You and Me

In the I and the envy in you

But his... his eyes stay blue and true

Blinded by the remaining remainder

He is a writer in love