My poetry reflects the depths of human emotion, action and reaction. There’s glimpses of light but they’re more like a sun teasing a prisoner in a muddy hole.
From hitchhiking in my younger days, searching for the heart of South Africa, Man and himself, to my experiences in the music scene, i realized that most dark isn’t evil but simply as much part of us as light. Fulfilled hopes and dreams are twins of their shattered selves. In a world hiding from itself, Truth is what counts. It’s the only road to the the salvation of acceptance.
Rape, beatings, murder, suicide, mental diseases, love and hope scream from The Black Book. It doesn’t matter whether the words were good or bad, understood or explanatory, for they were all words leading me to adulthood.
Once i realised that the greatest enemy to me was myself, i started to become my friend. May every reader find their friend too.
Dreams are my blanket, love-lost my sheet,
my body an extortion of fleshy thought
What grade of thunder writes these words?
Weâ€™re all undone, only numbers crying to be number one
I stab my tongue through the lips of this world
whilst armies whisper inside of me…
Today, i bought the world on a piece of paper
and took it for a walk
to the top
of the highest hill that i could see…
I sent that aeroplane free
on the longest wind
and hoped that it would fly far enough
for Life to find it â€¦ and find Its way back to me.
The mind a lick of all to come,
the wormy fear is bidden,
the unwritten diary undone…
Itâ€™s night and the lights are out
Raggedy Anne, pleeasse hold my hand
Hide beneath the covers
SSSH â€“ donâ€™t make a noise
Be very still
We mustnâ€™t let the Boogey Man know that weâ€™re here
or heâ€™ll come and touch me in a horrible way
youâ€™re my bestest friend
Did i do something wrong?
Heâ€™s back and it smells like heâ€™s been naughty
Heâ€™s stolen Daddyâ€™s aftershave again…
SALUTING YOU (THE SMALL BUSINESS OWNER)
I open my doors because survival is better than failure
and courage more human than depression
I open the doors with the determination to be me
â€¦in the company ofÂ many, like me,
just wanting to Beâ€¦ â€¦to be free.
A REQUIEM FOR LOVE AND SEX
Do you intend to make me commitmentâ€™s host,
make me laugh and cry,
make me walk and talk with ghosts,
love me and leave me to die?
Or is it?
a succumbing to the slavering of your tongue,
to have your thighs writhe in panting time
and your nails to claw for blood,
have your waterhole filled only to drown me deep in it
â€œLoveâ€ you reply
Did your mother forget to teach you
that love is a myth and the reality of myth is pain?
WICKED WORLD WILD
Awoke this evening to a wicked world wild,
gave my daily prayer to rock â€˜n roll
and drowned my tongue with beer
Maybe todayâ€™s the date to die,
lovingly enveloped in a loverâ€™s skin…
Every secret is a bullet and every death a shame
We dream in rock â€˜n roll, awake, point fingers and blame
There’s not enough drugs to set us free when evolutionâ€™s burning
On a world that wonâ€™t stop turning, you feel it, this urge to flee
THE BIGGEST JIGSAW
…now is never
and the future is now
and iâ€™m fucking frightened
by the biggest dreams
that are raped of ambition,
inactivity, pointless activity,
and the possible love of a breast…
THE PRIZE (BEFORE AND AFTER THE ECHO)
My mind wouldâ€™ve seen you if my eyes were blind;
the snatches of lipped smile and shouting breasts
arresting me to the sexual swatting of fly
and the ill-confident prayer for a mounting music
where you and i compose the life and crowd
Introduce rituals expected and enacted
Exhibition saddles the safe of inhibition
so that iâ€™m visiting within you and you in me
Discoveries in sweaty adult worded nothings
granted respect by fleshy objects with strings…
The deafer i become,
the louder your voice inside my head
Memory is more vicious than death
Seeing beauty, saddens me
so much that i paint the world ugly
In the grey eternity,
poems of hurting are labelled pretty…
Awake the dead
Not a victim or a sinner
Just a one in six billion part
of this wicked worldâ€™s side…
MY DIAMOND DEATH
What did we learn?
Maybe that earning forgiveness
is more sincere than expecting it
and secrets are little deaths
desiring growth into monsters
Who told you that thought was silent?
Thereâ€™s a dead jesus inside us
and a satan begging for the fall
When the heart doesnâ€™t hold,
the mind falls apart, apart, apartâ€¦
WHERE IS HERE?
She is Indecision
I am her Incision
We are the King and Queen of fantascene
I am Her and She is Me,
kissing cogs in an emotional war machine
And we can Live
or Die wondering
Where is Here?
Where is Here?
Only the city knows
for iâ€™ve spoken to it
in those dark and special hours
when itâ€™s conscious to stormy hearts…
EVEN HUMANS EXPLODE!
I fell into the sky
when it opened
I love being wet
and, for a while,
being part of this town;
cold yet safe,
in vacuum yet liberated,
one part of its 90 000
Iâ€™m a cloud taxiing
on the runway
of the Garden Route
Iâ€™m the clarity
because i know
where iâ€™ll be next
Iâ€™m just a raindrop
waiting quietly to explodeâ€¦