A Letter

I will write you a letter

Put it in a bottle
Throw it in the sea
And hope it finds you.

It will have words that redefine distance

The stance I have, hope it shortens space
A description of a beat that originates from deep,
Deep from a broken heart.
The flow of thoughts that miss,
Even in happy days.
The lack of strength to hold on
But with the will to move on
Where realities are not meet in darkness,
They meet in light that has faith.

I will write you a letter

Put it in a bottle
Throw it in the sea
And hope it finds you.

It will be my testimony that my feelings are real.

The patience my mind has
To every little thing that moves
I will write without speed so my tears can live
They will not be grounded
They will form spots that will be traced
Time will not matter as the wait was not meant
The meaning will be to you
The reaction will be to the bottle
I will write with passion that shows me
Every syllable will be me
Every line and every phrase.

I will write you a letter

Put it in a bottle
Throw it in the sea
And hope it finds you.

I tried everything to shine by your side

The distance became a definition
All avenues were meet and the kick was not expected.
I will look at my time, time and again
Again and again
My heart will be heavy
My soul will be shifted
Nights will not see the light of day
My days will never look forward to any darkness
My mind speaks through those words
I will not move, I will watch the bottle float
While it floats into space
I have already been feeling that with you
The space that distanced itself from the warmth

I will write you a letter

Put it in a bottle
Throw it in the sea
And hope it finds you.

My pores will drip with anticipation

My life will rotate with a pause
I hope it finds you and hope it’s not too late
My sanity does not depend on it
But it thrives to see pleasure
Whether in words or in physics
I would have spoken, seen through it all
Gotten a beat down as well
I will always stand even though not straight
In my letter it will all make sense
It will always make sense to you

I will write you a letter

Put it in a bottle
Throw it in the sea
And hope it finds you.

I will write you a letter,

Put it in a bottle,
Throw it in the sea
And hope it finds you.

Botshelo

The only time I cry
It's when I see my boy grow well.
The only time I cry
Is when I am thankful to God for the opportunity to raise him.

The only time I cry
Is when I look at him smile with pleasure.
The only time I cry
Is when my heart beat for him.
The only time I cry
Is when all the early mornings and late nights have bought meaning.

The only time I cry
Is when I see him sleep peacefully knowing that I'm here for him.
The only time I cry is when my soul smiles for him.

When I stop crying I would have done my best when it comes to him.
The next time I cry, you will be a grown man and I would have did you right.
Lead you in the right path.
I always remember the only time I cry.
Every time I do, I'll always smile for you my boy.
The reason I cry, Botshelo...

i was a gangster

I was a gangster

I was a gangster living in one room

With walls that engulfed me
Sounds of silence eating me up
Far from the world with no sunshine
All I could feel was warmth
Warmth of my blood flowing down my body
Scratching, trying to find a way out
The pain that showed me no mercy
Did it matter, was it worth it?
I don’t know
Consumed by darkness
I wanted to keep strong
Keep my cool

I was a gangster

Self-acclaimed
I never knew what was required
I never saw what was showed
I just wanted to be seen
These walls were holding me back
Losing my nails by the day
The eagerness to escape this one room
To explore and live up to my name
Sadly the world was not looking for me
I’ve been in so deep, even an escape will not free me

I was a gangster just writing on walls

Trying to be cool, fit it
With that, I forgot to stand out
I knew every inch of that room
While trying to find myself
It was hard to bare
The heavy heart was burning me
My body was shaking because my mind was lost
I was a gangster and confined to one room

It was not my destiny

But it became my path
No light at the end of the tunnel
As all this darkness is all I had
Hope had no room
Faith lifted me only for reality to slap me down

I was a gangster living in one room

Trying to find my way out
Trying to set my soul free
Banging on walls to keep myself sane
Stumping on the ground to shake my purpose
This room was torture
This room was a lesson
Never again, I said.

Being a gangster was not worth being trapped in my own mind

Mental slavery
As I set my mind free
I’m not a gangster anymore
My body is free
My mind is clear
I left that room and started living
Broke down those walls and started thinking

I was a gangster to my own mind

I was a gangster and never again...

Let it go

When it blinds you

It can only disturb your view
The containment of feelings is only in the mind
And when spoken it can only be heard by your heart
So let it go

Let your mind remind you of who you are

Let your soul be heard in words
In the process of humanity
Being in contest with your inner being
How your life could be like with all those words not spoken
Let it go

It will only hurt you from within

When your blood flows nonstop and you know right there
That your body can only handle that much
It could only be your downfall
With every mental thought taken into consideration
Every time you scream, you wish to be heard
When it counts the most, it is when words are shared in tears
Let it go

Because tomorrow never speaks

Without today being sold
Let it go
With every line I write
With every emotion that comes with it
I try, I try
All of the efforts are taken for granted
You know this is no piece
Nor is it the sound of my thoughts being tested
Through my heartbeat
I am going to try, I am going to try
And let it go

How do I say what I feel without being trapped in my own being?

Being the symbol of hurt and pain
Let it go and breathe slowly
My vision is blur
My eyes are heavy
Every step I take I wish it was in the opposite direction
And maybe I can scream and be heard the first time
Let the walls absorb my tears
And the floors sleep on my spirit
Let the roof pain on me to open my door and let it slip out

It can only get better

Not in time and not in healings
But right now
Let it go
Let it go before it is too late…

Love, love love

Love

Love is unfair

Love is unkind

Love is strong

And yet love is weak

Love is profound

Love is deep

Love is complex

Simplicity is in the thoughts

Love is direction

Yet without a route

It is talk from within

And short from the outside

Love is words

Said and unsaid

Love strains on feelings

And it could also lift you up

Love is slow

So patience is a virtue

Love pierces spots that has no name to them

Love is a symbol

Love has courage

Love, love love

Where would we be without it?

Given to the right person it will bring you happiness

Love is still full of stress

And it is just a word

Given the actions from one

Love becomes a galaxy on its own

It is love amalgamated with thoughts and actions.

i will not

 

I will not,

I will not let my future be abolished today

I will not wake up to see you cry

 

I will not scream if my words will not be heard

I will not listen to Zuma if his words mean nothing to him

I will not stand if the ground beneath my feet is missing

 

I will not let my heart beat for anyone else besides you

I will not burn my history because it bought me here

I will not waste my time with things and people that will not help me grow

 

I will not look at life like you do, clearly we are different people

I will not walk if it has no ending

I will not describe life to elaborate on science

 

I will not,

Promise you I will not

I will not.

Who am i? Blank....

Where are my thoughts?
Where are my words?
Where is the reality to not seeing anything?

It is blank but yet there is enough space
The drums I hear, but from where I ask?
The ground is shaking and I can feel the dancers,
Where are they?
It’s drizzling but not rain
My mind is dripping
How do I keep sane?

The darkness has perished
Yet, the light I cannot see
It is blank
My knees are heavy as my shoulders are narrow
Reality is far and the present is tomorrow like it was yesterday
How do I structure it?

I should be proud of what?
Because I feel blank
I am blank
In height and dreams
My wishes are sold to the highest bidder
What is the price?

I am surrounded by silence
Tension a knife will not work to cut
It possess powers not known to men
I am blank and yet I scream fulfillment
I scream to be whole from inside

I am hollow and no walls can be touched

As I stand in the middle of nowhere
My pen is full of ink
My paper is blank
What do I write and where do I find it?
A conclusion could only mean the removal of being blank
I am folded inside out
What you see is actually my inside

I could cry but have no reason to

I have nothing to cry for
My feelings are blurry and my eyes are shallow
Who do I follow as I stand it the mist of confusion?
I am blank and it is not a mistake

I need to rewrite this

Fill it with thoughts and words that represent who I am
Shit, who am I?
Oh I remember
I AM BLANK!