Cruel fell from the sky even the midwives left us then, to die. Black-eyed battered beauty a withered wick on a burning stick I made a choice the child my duty tiny eyes a crying delight I kept the baby I followed her/his light.
Everybody came from somebody came from God came from Mary.
When the tide rises all ships are raised it was fundamtally mother Mary's call. When boats fell from standing tall it's captain took the fall, who laid hands on such innocence who took a stand albeit a woman a child or a man, is the ocean too deep and the river too wide are we as a people afraid of the fault caused by crimson tides, who are we praying for? Jesus rose when he died where She humbly stood for nations to rise.
When a leading star cast a ray of hope on a manger where a mother birthed love by pain and tears there Santa appears before dawn where the child was born.
For whatever reason you may not like Christmas this child was born especially for you.
While they fan the flames I am forced to turn the pages I swam in the river of my dreams watercolours watermarked waterproof stick people paraded towards the approaching flames nothing catchers fire the inner child showed me to catch a fire are a yearning like daisy chains while flames approach pastels shouldn't die with ADULT remains .
A different take on the effect and counter effect in the fight against Global warming Stronger together # remember daisy chains
I leave the mirror Scarred by rejection Thinking at a glance Its just an optical illusion I'm the spitting image Of who I want to be Gleefully I left them there Empty
The moon speaks in glyphs on the faces of young girls, where miracles tear at their souls, rescue is nigh and ignorance is bliss. in the dead end of the red carpet selling flowers hustling for gold.
Prostitution These are all kids caught up in the crossfire of circumstances some rarely make it out OK!
Sunshine on black nights poles apart the arrow goes sparks fly hearts fall doubt dies spoon-tight spotlight, wack attacks culminate opposites attract, combinate.
BLT's Merriam Webster's word of the day challenge. (Culminate)
Meaningless? it was only my hair that strangled the fabled tower. You demanded my soul, and what you called a mans meal was a monstrous ordeal, I die every day, since that day, the day I bled.
The black southeaster peaks Mothers rain down on dead kids Criminality and gangsterism rule In this crack infested cesspool Blood moon's rising on the Cape flats The tide must turn or the place Will burn
A sad true Story The police must patrol 500 people to1 officer In some areas while our lives and the lives Of our children is under constant threat Whilst the politicians debate over deploying The army the community is currently protesting on our streets in defying Gangsterism these protests are knife-edged
The black southeaster is a freak weather pattern that brings heavy rain and extreme winds that often causes havoc on the Cape flats blood moon is when the full moon passes through earth's darkest shadow it usually displays a reddish colour Written by Khoi San 29/08/2018
I spy with my life's eye a hidden lense out of the coroner's eye from birth to a blade love or hate on a single-stage, one made the cut the other died.
It was mid winter I paled in comparison I'd say walk away it is harrowing the thought if having stayed after all it was just me on bad days it is summer now the mirror reflected when I defected.
Stealing my thoughts are much more difficult than the theft of my heart Yes my solitude shocked the thief into remission A second chance are meant to last.