Nomadik-script @nomadik-script-blog - Tumblr Blog

And then I went on to have one of my best performances. I had the honor of sharing the stage with my close friend as and mentor Thoba Ndlovu. I also performed with one of the most noted musician in Durban who has been on The Voice SA and graced many a stage Mbijana Sibisi. It was life

This was one of the most productive days ever. It began with a young photoshoot with the beautiful Anelisiwe Maphumulo

A light with no heat

With time feint became my ruby red mecca Each thump collapsing into the next A sound from a distance stifled Abducted by futures of alternate timelines so far away from existing in the present My heart beats as though it has fled with too many moments in time It recalls the many tragedies of being kidnapped by the past It was trapped in a cluster phobic lair of regret Dormant it lay Chained to a bitterness bottled up inside the volumes of my thoughts I was a temple with no light and no heat An unholy place False from the what is suggested by the value of the lucious valley which meanders and curves on my face She came robed in rags of reflection How like dawn after a night of storm Her arrival rivaled by refreshing breathes of fresh air I love how her smile bullies the rest of her face into a cringe as it takes up all remaining space on her face A treat to a joy that had started sinking from its grace deep down to the depths of death threats An angel above hovering in the thickness of spaces too tense for knife slices She came as a guillotine A sudden death to misery with no screams There's this thing she does to dreams which light up and bestows unto me heat as warm as fresh steam bread with Rama coffee blanket and movies

This one time the crew went on a young roadtrip to PMB for the Pink Mynah Festival. The best of times.

Uhmm ellipses

Uhmm ellipses The heaviness of the heart eclipses my will to write I believe this to be my birth right an inheritance from those who came before and will till forever after roam this realm I am overwhelmed with metaphors which claw themselves from out of my bones These poems are marrow I transplant them on pages I try plant them on souls from stages Each line straight from my narrow minded heart Words course through me like blood with messages deeper than the thickness of water But uhmm ellipses Dot dot dot This is a poem about writers block My mind has lost the key to my heart and soul I'm a glass half full I've lost many things that made me whole I have been lost from many homes found myself in dingy holes Trying to hold on to the last kicks for I too am a dying horse There are times when my breath is forced out of my lungs because sometimes it longs for a day off But uhhmm ellipses The serpent hisses The weak all listen to the sweet sound of lies A life led leading to our demise Even the wise lose their way at times

Sometimes work sometimes play all times family 😁😀

Because Angels

I remember I remember how they drew us, all over, we had spewed guts the gore in the details depicting seconds that seem to be tired of being short lived and so they decide to last for a lifetime This is how my life is at times My time is made up of many lives,veins like vines what oozes through quenches me in parts I never knew were dry my blessings are those sweet ,delicate and Divine Stars that through milky ways find galaxies in each other Some days about the world and it's ways we whine And Most dazed we wine Those in my playground have smiles that sound like the gentle warm taste of home Our origin of the same place where you never have to save face laughter seems to be how they say grace Love is the only language in which they pray We were never like how they drew us

Umbuzo

Why don't you channel exactly that and write about the transition? About how as of late it feels like you're crossing bridges burning from the furnace of growing and it's pain How you have morphed those pains into paintings of a special kind of bliss vivid in all its splendid favorite colours Blue like the sky,how the dark it hides for it chooses to be radiant with the sun I am spectrum of reason to always be growing always be glowing knowing to seek understanding and stones never be throwing For the fear that they might ricochet I sit perched on the openness of my mind closely i watch my utterances Allowing with gratitude and grace change as it comes colliding in its many different forms I watch it from a distance too close for comfort I come with thirst for the juice that will flow from the fruits growing from slave like labour I found in that jungle the truth of how self had with time learned to be a saviour You were the axle and It was never on the outside it was the world rotating within

R or P

Reason and purpose are a strong combination of want and don't want With fears that have long harnessed us to comfort zones stronger is the bond to desire as it drives us to a destination where destiny has long awaited our arrival With sweaty palms We grasp our time as we take it for a ride to moments that took with the scent of memories delectable to both heart and mind they take this breath of hostage and how fast time would fly before it crashed between the rocks,had us lost in the depths and darkness of hard places As time is immortal so have the smiles that built on the surface a safe place, with a foundation deeply trenched in souls known to all as home We are all places of refuge in times when life picks up it's sticks and stones slinging them with words as it declares war on another's existence In the realm of souls is no time or distance we are all but home

Had a cross country roadtrip from Durban to Cape town Best time ever!!!!

Valley Of Lost Things

I have found the valley of lost things

Before my arrival at this "place" of many ghosts,

where souls hang on tattered pieces of a faith

clinging on for dear life to its last breathe trying to mend back together a place to call hope where time has healed all wounds

for no man it waits in hopes to someday recall home

The constant rendezvous with nightmares past reign on the parade of dreams, as they wait in a future not so distant it is only the

Teasing the tips of fingers, longing to be grabbed by both hands

At the mere sight of self doubt faith cowers and with time dreams like sands of hour glasses trickle away

I have found that at times one needs to sit self down

remind it of the mountains it climbed

Remind it of the days when our eyes glimmering with happiness possessed the sight of milky ways

from contentment the content of our smiles at day break would spar with the sun

We always knew that scars would some days come but these cuts have now bled my heart dry

Many times inside I have died but

My veins are filled and flowing with poems and for that reason I'm still alive

with a path distinct readily distinguishable to all senses

With every fibre in my body and all my senses I am to love senseless

In times of chaos pain and heartache i am to be still and bring only what held by beauties hands

My wings are to expand I am to rise to grow is to understand

It is to know that highs do become lows but no matter how low one goes a simple smile is the start of climbing back

#Valley poetry lovepoems

Potjie it out

No Clapping,

#In Awe

Stepping

#Cool Jersey

Trending Blogs

Recently Viewed Blogs

Nomadik-script