storing stories of love

I will love you with colour
And sound.
A beat and a splash
And maybe a a few strokes.

I will love you
With Songs and their drums,
Thier beats and thier verses,
And hope to have you dancing to this symphony of prose

I will love you
With my pen and my thoughts
A blend of raging scribble and
Broken nibs..
Nothing scrunched up or thrown away
All I feel etched in ink..

I will love with my spirit and my soul,
Coz my mind is already sold,
Letting each tenticle of my life
unwind from protecting my heart
And hand it over to you.
Bare raw and pulsating.

I will love like this cliche verse,
With screams from mountain tops
Ocean depths and airless space.
Making "to the Moon and Back"
A stone throw away.
And my "I love you" the only words I can say.

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the trip to this place
has been hard and long
but,here you are... with that..
"How are you doing?"

Inhliziyo yam'
is duct taped and shit,
but umlomo wam' is mr nice-guy
"No.. ngisharp"

Izandla zam'
zibotshw' emova
umzimba shaking like crazy
but i smile ngoba "zonke izinto zizoba right"

ngingamabala,
amafoko, a tonne of words
heavy like bricks.
strapped to my chest and i'm sinking.

and here you are,
braids to the floor,
my heart, your stepping stone.
ungibuz' ubuthutha with a smile

DA'FUCK YOU ASKIN'?
ufuna ukwaz' ini?
how you fucked my walls up
wasuka!!!

Well, mntwan' yomuntu,
ngikubhalele ivesi
ngolokhu...
ibayibili lam'

Impilo yam'
ibi-smart, my shit was intact
but after a hug and your number
my jericho walls crumbled..

heaven i once said,
YOLO my moto
Rogue my middle name
NOW!!
da'fucks dis hole between my legs?

Last week a banger,
a drummer, a player
a queue of
the skirts walking, through my door,

Today, ngis'thutha
o-fatboy call me pussy,
malema"s no vaseline
my reality

"NO NGISHARP"!!!!....
"NO NGISHARP"!!!!????
Dafucks wrong
with this picture

"well, this shit dont happen everyday.."
thank you for coming into my life.
turning love into torture.
and

my lines no longer.
unbarred, unshattered..
fueled by your missing
red painted nail.

fuck you for smiling,
fuck you for laughing
fuck you for black panites
in the elavator

yet thank you for your lies
and your well wound tales
in "you make them believe you're in love"
you the expert....

clearly this is amateur night
ha ha!! my audience
piled up socks, torn jeans from the fight,
Your cream blouse and scarf, my laundry.

smh, I hold my own gun and shoot me sometimes, dont i?

So
sengithula,
sengiyi phuma and
Goooooaa Awaaay!!
the last words eng' kuz' uwakhuluma..

eish, luhambo unzima
umzimba uyavuma, ingqondo iyabuza
and yet ihliziyo is hoping, you'll come back..

FUCKKKK!!!
Shit the bus has left,
not that you care.. but damn!!!
its over and just let go you cant still be trying to
mess my shit-up..

CUM' ON!!!!

Her Speech

Angel's Birthday Speech

Good Evening ladies and Gentlemen

It is an honor to be the host of this amazing event. To celebrate this gorgeous young woman. It is a privilege because I sit in a room full of memories and love. Room that knows both how awesome she is, and one that knows how flawed she is. And yet it is full of laughter and praise and care and love. 

Angel, you are honored today. Because of your beautiful heart and this room represents moments and glimpses of your journey so far. 

This room also represents tomorrow( when party is over and make up is removed. And noise dies down.) Because in this room are new memories, new laughter, new flaws, old flaws come to life, anger, passion and most importantly an new opportunities for God to shine in your life. This room represents blessings for your new year.

We love, I love you. God loves you.