I Am As I Am

Need I remind you that I am as I am Not perfect, not great Neither bad, nor evil I am only as real As you are capable of knowing I am as I am A transformation in the making An experience of all that I have been through ...I am as you are... A reflection … Continue reading I Am As I Am

Writing is Easy, Writing is Hard

Writing is easy when it comes from the heart But from the mind is somewhat hard To 'feel' is a constant state-of-being To 'think' is to breathe while surviving reality To 'reflect' is a path taken only by the wise To 'depict' is a portrayal of reality analysed To 'write' is to yield a paper … Continue reading Writing is Easy, Writing is Hard

South Africa

I come from a nation large and strong Where we raise our voices in song Sing praises unto the heavens and earth With a dozen languages of different words Our people, we know of tragedy and pain We know more of loss than of gain Yet we seek not to dominate We seek a commitment … Continue reading South Africa

Voice

You have a voice. They will try to silence you. They will make cacophonous noises. They will project onto you their issues. They will use you to fill their voids. But, you have a voice that is worth being heard. One of eloquence and poiuse One that sings like a bird. You have a voice … Continue reading Voice

without a theme

Write a poem without a theme A concoction of words across the screen Nothing of meaning Lacking in feeling Write a poem that's easier than breathing Here's that poem for which you asked Wearing frivolous diction as a mask A few minutes pass And alas Here's that poem I have been tasked What's the purpose … Continue reading without a theme

I Come From A City Where…

I come from a city where... Kids can make computer games But don't know how to ride a train Teens can ace quantum physics But have no clue about budget sheets College kids can start revolutions But with love they've no solution Thirty year olds still watch cartoons But can't define platoon or harpoon Forty … Continue reading I Come From A City Where…

Kindness is Not Weakness

She looked at me with insecurity in her eyes, as if pleading for sympathy. I couldn't. Much as I tried to muster up a shred of compassion, she had used up the last ounce left in me. Used it up on some medial triviality that was, if anything,ย  inconsequential to the matter at hand. For … Continue reading Kindness is Not Weakness