His World · Poetry

Be Still

Stillness:the absence of movement or sound.A calm, quiet, motionless state. In a fast-paced world where lies travel faster than truths and harsh words faster than words that soothe,We all ought to learn the art of being still,The skill of having ears that filter the words we are fed and the habit of keeping our mouths… Continue reading Be Still

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Before they die

Give them flowers when they can still smell them, not when their bodies are buried in caskets, six feet deep then later on claim that your love for them was deep... Tell them you love them while they can still hear it, not when they're unresponsive and covered with sheets on hospital beds, or covered… Continue reading Before they die

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Confessions of a Christian youth

No one grows up untouched by darkness.Things we want no one to find out about,Untold truthsNot only the stories behind our scars,But the wounds that led to them,Not only our deeds but the desires from whence they came.It is only through confession that we heal and stop portraying a picture of perfection that everyone admires… Continue reading Confessions of a Christian youth

Poetry

To my next love

I am not sure what my next love will look like. So I send this letter out into the universe as a prayer to her Creator and I seal it with a kiss... I wonder what she is like.Perhaps nothing like me but a mate to my healing soulI've been through a lot of things… Continue reading To my next love

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The Forgotten

I was born blind,Unable to see my mother's smileIf ever I did make her smile,Or the proud look of my fatherIf ever he was proud of me,It wasn't too long until society turned a blind eye to me,Isolated,Forgotten... I was deaf,Never heard the birds chirping,Waterfalls cascading down rocky riverbeds,Or even an "I love you" from… Continue reading The Forgotten

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I Pray

I pray that one day you may look at me and see me, not the colour of my skin or my ancestors' sin... I pray to see the day when we finally realise that we are spirits with bodies and not bodies with spirits...I pray that people may come to see that not all Blacks… Continue reading I Pray

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She is someone…

Sometimes my prayers go up in the form of tears,And to me that's a privilege because somewhere out there, a million prayers go up in the form of blood and rape wounds... I ponder on the man privilege that I have been born into; how I can walk on the streets of the rape capital… Continue reading She is someone…

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The Imperfect Bride of Christ

I have chosen to percolate a culture overly obsessed with romance and intimacy and yet, so reluctant to discover the full extent of Love.If only they could have an encounter- this is my story... To me, love is free will.If I left you the choice,Would you still love me?If I showed you all my flaws,Would… Continue reading The Imperfect Bride of Christ

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Stains of Love

He proceeded...Without caution or hesitationdown a slippery slope,A heart filled with hope.Hope that one day, you would choose Him too... Let me lay out the scenery,First nail went in, as He screamed in agony... Beauty in this mystery, an act that changed the course of History, death that led to victory...As His body was beaten,… Continue reading Stains of Love

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Heartbreak

Have you ever had your heart broken? Stood with arms outstretched,As love slowly stretched out of sight,Effort-fully reachingFor a love effortlessly straying;Recited silent poems in the vacuum of space hoping that somewhere somehow someone would be listening to your internal whispers and wordless declarations of love? I find myself fervently praying,Hoping to grasp the sands… Continue reading Heartbreak