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Mapula the rain goddess.

Mapula the rain maker,
In her adorable gallant strides,
A firm détente sashay, erotic and angelic
A perfect sybarite personification, aye y’all.
In hers ostentation aura, reminds aya of divine serenity
Less we forget the sartorial elegance of a rain princess
Less I forget the eye of a love making mantis, kill to chow.

Mapula the rain goddess, it never rains, it pours!!

With Love,

Richard.



A socialite heart and soul, the perfect person to ever know as a friend.

foreign tongues

i look for that chi, the centre

epitomizing my worldly calling

fueling my pilgrimage desire to mount sinai

aloft the gallant masonry masterpieces

in crispy stencils reads

the eleventh commandment

thou shall not abandon…….?

nay’ man’ Kai, I wonder no more!

Love

Richard

Richard uncensored, unknown, unexplainable... a moment of emotions. here now later on!

Anaika Saint Louis

Anaika.. .. oh dear Anaika

Though we never knew you

You was a fairly, an angel

Your deep faith in the lord, Anaika

The strength you exhibited in your hour of need

In heartbreaks and moving stories, your strength

Was a beacon of hope for the Hopeless, Your Faith

A Rock for the souls resting on quick Sand. 

A Saint, today you are Saint Anaika Louis

We'll celebrate your 11 years here on earth Saint Anaika Louis  

You are now with the Lord, no more pain in Paradise

"Tribute to a Little 11 year old girl from Haiti, Buried waist down under tons of concrete slabs. Defied death and defeat. Rested her faith inthe Lord, Displayed heroism no other human has ever inspired me to live more and apprexciate life, than Anaika. She passed on two days later "Jan 16 2010 " after been succesfully freed from the rumble of the quake. The Lord took her as He needed her more in Heaven."

A perfect soul

She takes My breath Away.

All the words of all the heavens and the outer space, None BUT Gillian

Take a walk sweet angel.

I sit here and watch her lost eyes
Flickering with the disco ball
A hundred globes round a merry go
I see the shadow of her bonnet covering the eyes
Yet a hundred globe lights will not outshine her star
In stealth mode I read her minds, keystrokes by stroke
I feel her soul wailing and mourning, She want to go
She want to be in a journey of a million light years
Her heart is strong and fighting the vices of the globe lights
The Echo of the buffers and the swagger and sways of street walkers
They fill the place and reminiscent the recreating of the red lights
In a way, I tell myselfThis is right, in a way
I want the music to stop for her
I want the lights to dim and watch the glitter of her eyes
I want the echoes of wailing and mourning from her soul to stop
I have a fifty in my wallet, it too much to pay the price
I will, if I can give her the fifty, Pledge to pay the bearer in demand
I cannot, her pal tell me o’er the moon, she is fresh
She won’t be a street walker, but this is a brothel
A silent prayer for her is all I do; hopefully she will get to walk dear Lord.
Take a walk sweet angel.


Love
Richard

~~~Writen on a crowded smokey Brothel in Hillbrow Jo'burg, for a young beautiful Zimbabwean Lady ~~~~

Worst Poetry

She is venomous and sultry and beautiful and ugly
Her overflowing voluptuous sultry silhouettes her truth
Snow flakes and dandruffs on an old rag
Herself only knows why old rags cleans best
Do not hold me back little snake
Venom spewing in your quiver
Fangs raised to destroy and banish

Love
Richard

...from an old Love gone sour, old men doth conquer with dundrufs and all.. or is it sour grapes?