love

cyclic

Twirling in circles
Hopping and hoping
Rolling down hills
Searching for my bale of comfort
Love is a wheel of hay
The very wheel that moves everything we do
The motive that rotates the Earth
Like the Ferris wheel
It entertains the heart
Indulges the soul
Love a gamble
Too similar to Russian roulette
Spinning daily
Bumbling my way like a white ball on a busy casino table
Somebody has to lose
For the next punter to win
A winner takes all scenario is all too familiar
Betting with more than the shirt on your back
Placing your heart on the stake
The stakes forever high
If you win
The heavens have shown you favour
The moons watching your back
The stars the applause
Celebrate each celestial moment with a dash of humility
Love is a game
Where everyone is fair game
Sometimes the hunter can be hunted
Cupid can repossess his wares
Dispossess all you have
All you treasure
Just like that at the stroke of finger tips
By taking his arrow back
And stabbing you where it hurts most
Love is a gamble worth taking
The losses are exorbitant
Yet worth every cent
The biggest losers are those who never took a chance
Never enjoyed the exhilarating excitement of the playground
Love a merry go round
Sometimes it spills you
Tosses you onto the curb
I’ve been hurt so many times
Too many scars to count
My well of tears is dry
My heart a graffiti wall
Tattooed with the names of smooth criminals
Culprits like me
Love is a melody drumming in my mind
My heart a victim of its adventurous spirit
Life cyclic

knox mahlaba
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Author of Back From The Dead: The Rising of an African Spirit
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I saw you by chance
Your beautiful eyes looked past me
I on the other hand was swallowed up by your gaze
Your radiant eyes are an ocean
A sea of mystery
I drown in the white of your eyes
The winds of love are erratic
Much like storms that govern the open seas
Will I survive on my little wooden raft
Ever since I laid my eyes on the flesh that carries your soul
I sail the seas of hope
Wishing to arrive at the shore where your heart rests
My heart is a sailor dying from scurvy
Starved of reciprocation
Lacking life’s ultimate vitamin
Before your eyes embrace my wish
Before your eyes wipe the tears from mine
Please don’t blink
My hopes might dissipate in the dark of your eyelids
Don’t let the audacity of hope drown in a sea of emptiness

knox mahlaba
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Author of Back From The Dead: The Rising of an African Spirit
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promise

Tulips in Keukenhof GardensLove is invisible
Elusive to those seeking it
Abundant to those passing by
Pointless running after it
Love is a feather floating in the wind
Play hide ‘n seek
And it will find you
Perch itself on your back like a bat on a cave wall
Your love letter is on its way
Maybe in the mail
An innocuous clash of trolleys at the grocery store
Followed by the smile you’ve been waiting a life time for
The smile that illuminates your world
Love is the reason we stay alive
When the pendulum swings your way
Hold on for dear life
It’s bungee jumping without the safety procedures
When love grabs hold of you
Don’t run away
Love is a drone
Without love
Life is a bud that died too soon
An empty promise

knox mahlaba
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Author of Back From The Dead: The Rising of an African Spirit
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bondage

Never expressed myself
Until love found me through words
Writing is my first love
Words taught me to love
Love me enough to seduce me
Introspection is my intercourse
Equipping and skilling yourself
To make love to an absolute stranger
Through a compilation of words
Pace of delivery
Selected vocabulary
Patois is poetry
Punctuation is too similar to the missionary position
Too uniformed
Intrigued by deviant tendencies
Wanting you to light up the candle within me
Pour hot wax wherever you like
Whisper into my imagination
Kiss my soul with the gradient of your intonation
Tantalise with sexy figures of speech
Flex your vocab until your back breaks
Place me in bondage
Tie me up with private school articulation
And lock me up in a closet filled with leather bound books
Allow me to fondle your mind
Let my fingers explore your nether regions
As they’d do in a Scrabble pouch
Search for your seven letter word
Nudity is truth
Metaphoric expression is karma sutra
Writing is orgasmic

knox mahlaba
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Author of Back From The Dead: The Rising of an African Spirit
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The blind date was an eye opener
Dinner danced on the tips of our tongues
The conversation flowed
Wine wetted the appetite
Loosed our hang ups
Her lips covered in an audacious red
Company sparkling
The atmosphere pleasant
Awkward moments kept themselves to a bare minimum
The bill was settled by the gentleman
As we were about to part ways
Our lips met
She pulled me into her cab
Her apartment was cosy
Reminiscent of a country cabin
Our garments excused themselves
I parted her legs
Kissed her
Until she parted company with her senses
Her limbs climbed my torso like ivy on a perimeter wall
Didn’t know dessert would out do dinner
We danced until the wee hours
Didn’t know I was the dessert
The pudding was out of this world
Had seconds
Helped myself to some more
She was insatiable
In the morning we had an after party
Wish last night was every night

knox mahlaba
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Author of Back From The Dead: The Rising of an African Spirit
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wanted

I want to lose my way
Lose myself amongst canyons and dunes
Watch sand storms dance in the vastness of a desert…
As I wrestle in the sand with my shadow
Negotiate a binding contract with my entourage
Sit atop a lonesome boulder in a prenatal posture
Awaiting my rebirth
Pay homage to my invisible entourage
My forbearers paved the way
Amongst the sand dunes of the Kalahari
Kgalakgadi in my native tongue
Trace the scent their footsteps in the sand
Listen to heaven and nature sing
Wolf whistle like the blistering wind
Hear the echo of danger from afar
Pay attention to the rustle of murmuring cattle in the distance
Feel for my heartbeat with an open palm
Find the narrow path leading into the thick of the forest
Follow the lonely foot path towards righteousness
Hunt down my alter ego
Get lost in my own consciousness
Amid all the contagious congestion secure peace and quiet
Identify with my people
Draw an identikit of my soul
Lose myself in the spirit world
Offer a reward for the capture of the rebel
The rogue within
Wanted dead or alive

Knox Mahlaba
Author – Back From The Dead: The Rising of an African Spirit
Copyright © 2015

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rainbow

In the deep wells of my eyes
Lies moisture to wet my wet wipes
To wipe away my sadness
Tears to irrigate the greener pastures I so yearn for
So when I cry, don’t despair
I am from the soil
Tears are my rainfall
So let me cry
Allow me to say goodbye to my sorrows
The same tears put out fires burning within
Especially my bonfire
Tears are a blessing
Polishing my vision
Nourishing my insight
See the rainbow on the horizon
Colorful, isn’t it

Knox Mahlaba
Author -Back From The Dead: The Rising of an African Spirit
Copyright © 2015