Together with eloquence of expression.

Mapula the rain goddess.

2011-07-21T06:15:00.000-07:00

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

2010-02-16T02:15:00.000-08:00

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

2010-01-19T00:56:00.000-08:00

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

2009-12-20T23:33:00.000-08:00

She takes My breath Away.

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

Take a walk sweet angel.

2009-12-04T02:40:00.000-08:00

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

2009-12-03T06:37:00.000-08:00

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?

A Minute with Time

2009-12-01T23:44:00.000-08:00

Together with this intrepid time, with…
These rolling hills freckled with almighty brown earth, with...
These gracious ever green valleys freckled with vines, with...
This misty spring life splendor freckled with morning dew, with...
These dreams of energy freckled with positive minds
These times are my times freckled with happiness
These are your moments too...

Tic Toc Tic… Savor it passionately my beloveds.
Its is only a moment!

Love
Richard

Letter to Gatonye

2009-12-01T02:02:00.001-08:00

To my dearest Gatonye

I embrace this moment with compasion my dear Gatonye,
As I write to you this letter
Accept my Love and best regards to you wherever you are.
Before I rumble here, I wish you the best in life
And your family, Most importantly to your two daughters
Jamie and Gillian. May the lord almighty bless them abudantly in all seasons.
My very Love to your ever smiling Martha, a tulip in winter.
A rock where your house lays its very foundation
A Lover's humility, compassion and all the nice words of the world
A deseart oasis in sand storms, where water floweth year round.
The very begining of charity and hope and happiness.
I truelly can write more but time will not allow,

Love
Richard

...to be continued

Gillian's Little White Shirt

2009-11-25T06:23:00.000-08:00

Gillians little white shirt was on the line last night
Free styling on every whoosh of the wind
Snow white soft and and free

I cant get enough of Gillian's little white shirt.

Love
Richard

~~Gillian's tiny outfits just does it for me, I love you Whispersnapper~~~

Shanganess Park

2009-11-11T04:40:00.000-08:00

I look for words dear Blanca
A sigh of not relief but
An avalanche of memoirs, mostly the joyous celebrations
Magical moments resonating over these ragged minds
Not long time ago, your word was a world to my soul
It is now silhouetted shadows of distance battle fields.
Like a bronzed statuettes of yesterday foot soldiers
Mine on a rock scribbled Anta Habibi Shanganess!
Tweeting birds tweets merrily while they shit on my chiseled shoulders.
I’m only a vagrant in your immaculate green lawns
Allow me peasant to lay in a piece of your heroin’s corner
In loving memory, write your words in stencil
Across my broad shoulders, here lay the Sword eternal
And eternal will I smile in rain wind and the summer heat.

Love
Richard

~~Allowing those special to be with the other guy and wanting to not let go, better sleep tight on a cold cold Cementry named after her~~~

Blog I run nemore

2009-05-18T09:42:00.000-07:00

remember the days I was your sundowner and the dew in your mornings.
the days when hot flashes were on me, you reigned supreme.
I gave you my anger hate to love.
I run onto you hoping to get pity my friend.
Today sunny, we are even and I still Love you more
Its just the otherday, I said, its a comeback.

Love
Richard

Lord Jesus I need you in my Life

2008-12-10T00:12:00.000-08:00

The night before
My knee felt the cold earth
as I thanked my creator the Lord of Lords
I said hither, lord make me a new creation
He said nothing,
That night, he sent me angels
I spent a whole lot of time with angels showing me the way
Lord, I need you more, send the angels again all the days of my life.

Lord Jesus I need you in my Life

stop that

2008-10-06T02:26:00.000-07:00

If u are matching, stop matching
if you are fighting, stop fighting
if you are doing anything, stop anything
if you are walking away, stop walking away

Will this be your home? if not, I'm sorry.

2008-06-17T00:04:00.000-07:00

Where the skies are dotted with freckles
sky blues and golden
where no albatross or a swan or even a sparrow
knows home than I do
Where the wind is calm and gentle
where the delicate lilies frolic
where there is no mans or even womans land
where only you will be at home
With a troop of Guarding angles
Ready for battle on your command

Will this be your home? if not, I'm sorry.

a life so much adored!

2008-05-06T02:10:00.000-07:00

The smile you see on my face
is a feather of a beau bird
a feather so gently delicate n fragile
flung from an even beau wing
wing so swift it cuts the air
while I catch a breath
in my dreams as it flows
down a kaleidoscope n panoramic
waterfall only in paradise
swimming with golden white koi
swinging with crispy brown urang utang
blowing bubbles in perfect lines
lines I write here, not in a blog
but the story of my life..
holding me like a lover
n rocking me like a child
a story of storms and hail
avalanches n a million shattered fragile feathers
like the wake of a picture perfect scenario
based on creed race and religion
legions of chauvinist willing
whining, dined n wined.
the last line said…
a life so much adored!

I will write

2008-04-29T07:22:00.000-07:00

Even though they take me away
forever enslaved, toiling for the crumbs
hands foots and mouth.
never knowing when it might pour again
for it’s hailing in my peace
I shall have it within my soul
to write again.
they can take all my time
but….my soul will be redeemed
from incarcerations of want
and…..
sherlock’s Shackles
I will write again brethrens.
hold thy peace eternal, I will write

i'm sorry, wont happen again

2008-03-01T10:48:00.000-08:00

Its anger
She had to get the deptherA
Now i have to wait for four years
Four years wasted
Lastnight, i bite her
I wanted her so badly
she asked for her glass of wine
I spilt it and gave her a slap
i bit her cheek in anger
it felt good
I felt like trash,
i apologised
But today i punched her face again
I feel .......................
empty, looking for attention
why cant i have it like the jones

Oh happy day

2008-02-24T01:05:00.000-08:00

Oh happy day
as beauty is crimson
or even lacy satin
blue berry or cranberry
quenching my eternal thirst
an eye candy so to speak
beauty who are you...?
if not, what a happy day you are.

The Believer

2008-02-11T01:24:00.000-08:00

Said the devine business man
dressed to the holly nines
a pink suit, pointed shakespearian moccasins
complete on congolese python, poor thing
a black book of the goodness and niceties in hand
tie in neck, a neon noose, i said to myself, HA!
a ghost in a stale scripted horrendous pictography, HA!
in tranquil chill, he said again, come yee to me
i’m the way, the truth and the light
while the piano man serenaded
i with endless lyrics of sadness
my eyes pops off the sockets
the truth, the way and the light... come to you? HA!
Lord have mercy! my wailing for the brainwashed
a while ago…
they came in sheep’s skins
yet they were foxes.
a stella performance i applaud, who i’m i to follow..
the believer?

I need to go Home

2008-02-01T02:58:00.000-08:00

Please God! Amen

Is a Journey

2008-01-31T02:46:00.000-08:00

Yesterday while the sun was setting
And the breeze was whistling sweet melodies
My heart needed a warm melodic touch
As I was thinking about you
Yesterday I was looking for signs of leaving
Yesterday, a raging fire inside for the first step,
Reliquishing the need to want to stay
I held sweet memory,
You hold me back, but do you really need me?
I guess its time for me to let me go
And walk, walk never o’er my back
Not even the sweet memories strumming
Serenading the thought of a comeback
I have found a new avenue to park my heavy wagon
You found a new southern Easterly to sail you through
When you reach an oasis, would you please smile for me.
For yesterday, I smiled for you one last time
I was thinking about you,
Today, this avenue before me
Is a Journey. Would you smile for me?

I am Afraid

2008-01-23T05:25:00.000-08:00

I am afraid
I am afraid of myself

The Tennessee Waltz - Redd Stewart 1946- Lyrics in my Mind

2008-01-10T06:47:00.000-08:00

I was dancing with my darlin' to the Tennessee Waltz
When an old friend I happened to see.
Introduced him to my loved one and while they were dancing,
My friend stole my sweetheart from me.
I remember the night and the Tennessee Waltz.
Now I know just how much I have lost.
Yes I lost my little darlin' the night they were playing
The beautiful Tennessee Waltz.

It Brings a Tear - Ray Charles 1955

2008-01-10T04:14:00.000-08:00

It brings a tear, Into my eyes,
When I begin,
To realize,I've cried so much,
Since you've been gone,
I guess I'm drowning in my own tears,
I sit and cry,
Just like a child
My pouring tears
Are runnin' wild If you don't think
You'll be home soon I guess I'll drown in my own tears
I know it's true
Into each life Some rain,
Rain must pour, I'm so blue
Here without you It keeps raining More and more
Why don't you Come on home
Oh yes so I won't Be all alone
If you don't think You'll be home soon
I guess I'll drown in my own tears
Ooh, don't let me drown in my own tears
When I'm in trouble, baby drown in my own tears
Oh, yeah, baby don't let me drown in my own tears
I guess I'll drown in my own tears
Oh, mmmmm.

New Years Resolution

2008-01-02T04:57:00.000-08:00

To get a wedding planner,
No sir, its the truth. no kidding, .. no really... damn,i'm serious.
6th April 2008, you are cordially invited to a matrimonial reunion between E and M bla bla and bla.

The Enemy Within

2007-12-19T02:41:00.001-08:00

On crack of dawn, when the dew was fresh
While the lark was still to sing to the nightingale
When the moon was romantically seducing the night
The stars were sparkling in warm summer breeze
My head rested on a safe key and lock
My dreams reality were on words of principles
They said
Where there are great riches, there are also many to eat them.
And what doth it profit the owner?
But that he seeth the riches with his eyes?
A minute ago he said
You are the enemy within yourself
You will give your shirt and remain bare
For him to be warm,
Now I feel complete with the enemy within.

History Made

2007-12-14T00:30:00.000-08:00

Last evening while i minding my business
I heard a knock on my door
I didnt bother with it for no soul was expected
I answered lest I be rude
alas..
I opened the door to a dark angelic relic
.. The rest is history

Looking lost for words

2007-12-13T01:57:00.000-08:00

I want to speak to the girl in the flowing gown
The girl wearing the long African earthy brown dress
The girl who stand at the taxi rank
The girl who melts of innocence
Honesty and loveliness
I want to speak to her alone
Looking lost for words
With words written all over her face
and mine..
The girl with the most beautiful eyes
The girl with that genuine warm smile
I want to speak about her to her now
Do not hold me back little snake
Venom spewing in your quiver
Fangs raised to destroy and banish
I’m talking of the same girl standing at the taxi rank
She is venomous and sultry and beautiful and ugly
Her overflowing sultry silhouettes her truth
I want to speak to her about her intimately
I want to speak of that girl that made white her color
Snow flakes and dandruffs on an old rag
Herself only knows why old rags cleans best
Would you tell me?
Is she listening?
Miss, would you blend in yourself?
Girl would you turn around?
Cherry..Can I have a word with you?

Siesta with Marie

2007-12-12T07:36:00.001-08:00

Today,
While on too much time on my hands
I found the right place to lay my head
Without a care in hell or even heaven
What would be of me if I didn’t rise up
Between the hallucinations and bunny naps
I found myself in a whole new world
A world where I could see but not be seen
A world where I could touch but not be touched
A world where I could have power

I rose up and found that it was not real
I rose up and found that I need this world
I rose up and found that I needed to be touched
I rose up and found that I don’t need power over anyone
I rose up and found her breathing fire gently on my bare skin
I rose up and whispered to her, I Love you,
I guess that’s why I have no more time on my hands.
But a gentle fire breathing dragon on my hands.
But a gentle fire breathing dragon that I Love

Man on a Jetty

2007-12-11T00:07:00.000-08:00

Where my brother is my enemy
Where my sister is my prosecutor
Where else can I run to?
I have to tolerate
Inflate myself with myself
Make love to myself passionately
Afterall, I just Love myself

St Michael

2007-12-08T00:06:00.000-08:00

St Michael
An angel here in earth
Now among the saints in heaven
St Michael the name will linger
The self proclaimed emperor of the universe
The tiny dust, ashes and dirt on a strong heart
St Michael, your soul overlooks us all
The father of the millennium, the new generation
Today, we mourn you St Michael
Today, you smile down on us all in Heaven
Your first generation St Michael, will tell a tale
There was always a plan B in your Life.
The good ones die young your prophesy you made
Rest in Peace dear friend and foe

A Perfect Soul by Janee

2007-12-07T02:58:00.000-08:00

A flittering soul free of the timeless perplexities of existence
all in truth except one…the puzzle of the inner heart.
A pristine soul surrounded by condemnations and corruption
from all circles. So a solid wall, not of ice, but of fire-hot, burning;
a perpetualaching in the inner depths- is built,
towering and enduring as a protective barrier against the destructive universe.
An angelic soul warm, giving, smiles of sunshine and eyes in a midnight
sky-blossoms, yearning for the fleeting-a precise moment in time,
when the heart stands still, waiting for that moment,
then it comes, swift, spontaneous- a pounding of drums,
a touch, a breath, a quiver-and the soul is lost.
The soul awakened, innocent,
yet not na?
all-knowing, yet completely spellbound by the unknown-a shimmering,
eyes wide open sweet succulent soul embraces-the fires internal-tamed-by passion
and suddenly freed from
the entrapments of the spirit into the universe of the heart.
A perfect soul.

My Identity

2007-12-03T23:45:00.000-08:00

I
I will nopt be judged for the world is mine
I will not look back for the world is mine
I will not be with you, because I reign in the World alone
I have the power of all things possible, I and I alone knows it.

Take a walk sweet angel

2007-11-30T09:01:00.000-08:00

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 myself
This 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.

Just a Thought Antoinnette

2007-11-30T00:58:00.000-08:00

I wade through this maze of thoughts in my sleep Antoinnette

I stumble upon a series of picture perfect

Panoramic glittering of gold dust

Yonder in green meadows. Paradise, YES,

Endless kaleidoscope of spring splendour

Only fairies liveth in thy beauty

My eyes lock, homing towards the fairly of them all

Zeroing on the best perfect of perfections, more gold dust, even diamonds

Seen only by the blurry image of summer nights, a meteor shower for fireworks

Wake up I will not, till the zenith of time.

Die not my fairly charm, light my spirit

Touch not, my fragile Indra Swallotail.

Oh Yes, I can touch, Wings curves of flowing locks,

Bare ebony bosom on a silky skin

Oh chastely a twill of divine tweed. Drink thee from the nipples blossom

Then, can't beseech thee, can't Love thee.

My heart a gazillions pieces.

Heart Broken by the courtesan trollop strumpet.

I seek thee your strength my fairly angel

Sundown will teach I to Love thee.

Love

Richard