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

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

His World · Poetry

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…

His World · Poetry

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

His World · Poetry

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

Poetry

Transparent

These are the words of a sinner, one talking from experience and if not for grace, would be six feet under on the freeway to hell;So take heed...The concealing of sin only leads to downfall, Fortunately for me,God's light shines even in the abyss... Secrecy is fertile ground for sin.In the darkness, away from the… Continue reading Transparent

Poetry

2020.

It's human nature to see people as the sin they committed and overlook the change they underwent. For most, this year was a winter. Our leaves dwindled and exposed our nudity and we saw the veracity of what we are truly made of. The insecurities we buried deep within our subconscious, the loneliness, the need… Continue reading 2020.

Poetry

I Am Black…

I am blackWith skin so brownA reflection of the fertile grounds That piece together my anatomyWhat you find in meIs nothing less than indefinite perfection... I am beautiful,With a heart so pureA reincarnation of divinity,God within I, An antidote in poison,A rose with its thorns,Pieced together in perfect imperfection... I am worthy,I deserve happiness and… Continue reading I Am Black…

Poetry

Fire

Her soul is a fire,Her body a hearth, Her skin,brown like the earth from whence she came... She is warmth in the winter,Burns ruby red in the summer,Cool in the spring and autumn, She is life bearer...At the possibility you'd stareRegardless of the closest contactSkin still bareFree from burns even though her fire flares So… Continue reading Fire