OCEAN FRIEND


I felt your love like soft rains  caresses my soul in the mornings, because I was near. Colors of my world, brighter than Eden, when you are near; full of love and truth. Heartbreaking, emptiness: My days are dry, my soul is thirsty, the journey seems long. O' Ocean friend, please come Come, build your... Continue Reading →

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METAMORPHOSIS 


  There's no perfect haven, without you. ____ I've been fooled by my ego I've been fooled; adorned in perfectionism  ______ No one ever told me that, there is beauty in the imperfect  I only saw your inadequacies  ______ No one ever told me that,  everything evolves  becoming something  special  _____ My tongue became the... Continue Reading →

THIRD•WORLD•


 Unashamed;  Filled with greed.  They sat in the mud they've invented,  sipping koolade from the cup in our hands.  _____ Our soul weeps Our lips are dry, for lack of words— to express our pain, our hopelessness  Oh, the economic darkness  that hangs over our heads ____ A pocket full of rocks,  but we want... Continue Reading →

DEATH • CALLING 


DEATH•CALLING• Tired of journeying through dark days, and the failures of life Negative air filed her fragile lungs. _____ She went through the fiery path of fear; Waiting on fate, like a carriage, to take her to the other side of life; resting from her woes, forever. ___ After you've done all After you've done... Continue Reading →

DEAR, HUMANS Pt.1


Dear, humans Gladden thy heart with beauty. Love is beautiful to the human soul Why? You've deny thy heart of its necessary food. Emptiness conquers, apathy whispers against a belly full of chaos, fear is overwhelmed and dispelled, at the place where perfect love dominates. feast on love, feed on love; thy soul gets it... Continue Reading →

XENOPHOBIA \\ A.D. 2015, SOUTH AFRICA


Who has seduced the heart of the universe; that we Are dancing to the tune of weakness wickedness? Who has shut down the souls sun, to not give love to the tender meadows bloom? Who are these, who walk with face of chaos; trampling on the ground, the flower child? This place smells suffering, death,... Continue Reading →

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