In the event of my death


I dream of dreams
that tell me stories
of things to come.
I close my eyes to
sleep and see nothing
except...
on days when
messages of the
unknown are passed
to me.

I dreamt a dream
where you left me and I
wept.. It never occured
to me that when the messages
come alive they are not
like they were when my
eyes were closed.

I realized now that you
will wait, whether from
obligation or hurt, before
you let yourself embrace
again.

The words; secrets lying
untold hidden amongst
pages and words written
on my body never
escaping my lips hang
there. I care more than
the word cares itself.

The distance is there. I feel
it when I open my eyes
to look at you when you hold
me. I hear it in my voice
when I speak to you.
That tremble I felt
holding you holding me,
those tears I cried
without you ever noticing
fall again now.

I'm glad to have known
you. I didn't open my
heart to you completely
because someone once
said these things happen
over time.

This though I do not
have because I realise
you sitting there
with me. When you leave
me sitting in that
coffeeshop; you have
been sitting with
me for a while.

I realize now that
when I pass on
the fingerprints of
my laugh, my eyes,
my hands barely fitting
yours, my smile,
the things that pass and
matter to us will remain
etched in your memory,
you who holds only
what matters, I hope I do.

I dreamt I was
amongst a sea of faces

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Model: Boipelo Seswane

Photo-shoot  for the radio show - Weekend Breakfast on UCT Radio 104.5FM 6-9AM Saturdays and Sundays where I am a news reader / co-host... This is the whole Breakfast gang; Myself (Boipelo Seswane), Mike Mpofu the DJ, Andrew Gilliam sports news reader and Carla De Souza music feature lady... Places the idea of knowing that I'm doing something right in a clear perspective. They say success is only as close as you want it to be and from where I am I imagine it far closer than even I can see it, funny story... Oprah once said that one needs to dream big because the only person that can dream way huger than you is God... She was quite right I think. If you limit yourself to just what society feels you should have you will obviously get just below that so if you go all out then you will reach for only the best in everything you do... All I'm saying is things are looking mighty fine from where I'm standing and not even my height will get in the way of the awesome things that await me Just saying... But otherwise soppiness aside... WATCH THIS SPACE!

Photography by: Thaheer Mullins (2010)
Model: Boipelo Seswane

Memory.

Close your eyes.

Let your expectations

Fade.

I’m your favourite memory,

Remember me.

  

 Image by: Boipelo Seswane (2009)
 Model: Boipelo Seswane

Swirl.

Memory reached and asked me

to remember you.

I see it now, clear as baby

Blue eyes.

My clothes at the floor,

I had found the piece

Of me that said yes when

Told no.

Inhibitions cast out,

Wrapped in the warmth

Of the sun…

Swirl, I did, down

And deep. Rapture

Through me, around

Me…

When the tide comes in

I hope it brings me

back because the

sea scares me.

Swirl me around wave.

Then return me to land.

To the place I know best.

I opened my eyes and

Am greeted by you

Blue sky. The swirl

Swole me back.

                                                                              Music, in our memory.

As we lay, hands clasped

And hearts telling a story.

We found unknown

To ourselves and memory

That this music

Would lead to that kiss.

Finding all sense of memory

In the kiss

It is all there, Our story

Told but unknown

Capital to our sense of music

Where beats are clasped.

Maybe it didn’t sound like music

When you first found the story

Amongst the pages clasped

Together by ideas, memory

Where only the unknown

Knew to look and kiss.

The idea of your memory

In the kiss

Warm, real, my music

Is reborn even as unknown

As it is. My story

Will be found and clasped.

Even within the secrets of music

I could not hide my story

Hard as I tried in memory

To keep it clasped

In my thought unknown

To your lips, your kiss.

Its out now, the story

Death was far as you clasped

my hand in yours and kiss

me once again. unknown

to others is our memory

of the beat of our music.

Indeed time stands no chance in the story

Where our kiss took place. Clasped in our memory

Forever to be music unknown.

Image by: Boipelo Seswane (2009)
Model: Boipelo Seswane

flashlight

I am searching for a part a thing to complete the incomlpete and make it whole. My intention at this moment is not to write poetry but to rather find an understanding of this confusion I feel just might drown me a few months from now.
I am indeed Joan of Arc but I am too only a human. I despise thinking because it leaves me with no control, it undoes what has been done...

ironicity

Its ironic that you made me insane in my moments of sanity... And yet kept me sane in my moments of insanity. its ironic that this gust of fresh air fills my lungs allowing me to dive to the deepest of oceans without once fearing to lose my breath while you gasp for it. I only think its ironic because its you and not me.

this is me

poetry exudes and translates from my thoughts, emotion, knowledge, acceptance-- poetry gives, takes and fills the abyss of notion. I draft these as I watch, take in you in through my pores, my soul, my sense, my eyes see but my pen lives. poetry alone, you take me to places mediocre to others, unknown to you and I, familiar to us but cast too far from graspability of the fickle minds of society. poetry you delve where none can, poetry alone you find me. poetry I breathe where air is not. poetry alone you answer question and hide as you find all that I am. poetry alone you... the mirrors. poetry alone you are me.

untitled

Look into my eyes,
search my soul,
keep my heart abeating so that I can know I am alive...
I can see,
I can allow time to pass and
still believe I have it within
myself to be.

i awoke

I dreamt of a place where my heart could break with no one in sight to see it shatter but when I opened my eyes I stood at the helm of life and everyone who knew me laughed and pointed at me in my dismal stance and all I could do was scream unheard by the ears surrounding me in their numbers.

I awoke today to see my dreams,
true as I could only wish them to
be and I knew that the dream I
had dreamt was only that,
a dream. I hold you in my heart
mind body and soul.
the movemnt of my heart beating
is music when I know that at least
in all the things I do wrong.
Loving you is the right thing to do.

time

for every moment you take a breath,
a part of you gets lost and cannot be won back.
for every second I think,
a part of me gets taken away by time and diminishes
to being just another tick tock on my watch that cannot be replaced.

I reckon I could fly if I really wanted to.
they say wishes are sometimes only dreams but
when was life only an experience?
this tic tock, time bomb wont keep me from
grasping every thump thump of my heart beat and
letting it spill into the blood streams of this life
that God thought good and well to bless me with.

I have lost too much to allow myself to lose this.
There... My decision is made.

untitled

If you woke up and wished that you held me in your hand, you know its too late. If I close my eyes, praying that the demons of thought that chase me in every waking moment of my day could be vanquished by this denial I wrap myself in... I could speak, speak, speak until I have no breathe saying only to myself what I wish I could say to you- how worthless it would be, only because it were not said to you.

i would

I would tell a billion lies, break a trillion hearts if I were guaranteed refuge in your arms at the end of the day...

mind... where I lay when I'm thinking.

Broaden the horizons of your ideals... My dreams begin but do not end with you, I'm settling on your wings and flying as high as you can carry me. It's funny how oblivious we are to the momentary collision of our minds hearts and souls. exactly who are we to decide what is right and wrong? Breathe; and suddenly every inch of you makes sense. Every inch of me is a discovery. Is this where life ends and begins?

ode to life

When time stands still you are presented with the chance to hold your life up to the light and examine it... Swirl it, smell it... Its like a full-bodied semi sweet glass of red wine. Just how much you savor it and appreciate its beauty determines how much of a prodigious person you are; just how profound you can make life be. You realize that its a bottled piece of vintage artwork you should relish yet protect.

imagine.

Close your eyes.
Let your expectations fade.
I’m your favorite memory.
Remember me.

lexicology

lexicology


I mic what I like
much like I write what I will.
I keep and allow the words
to seep into and through me still.
I drop rhymes so ill they make
me sick to the pit with the
motions of the kill.

As they roll off my tongue
I feel them hung, slung
against the walls of my cheeks
where the smell and the sound of the
beat reeks.

So strong and tough these
words that flow like water to
quench the thirst, they squelch
between my teeth and land
on paper.

You... Speak.

Open your mouth
holla back what's
been on your
mind.

Rip off those
stitches...
you speak.

Society keeps
you silent, why
allow such atrocity.

Rip off those
damned stitches.
you speak.

Opinions, battilions
fight for your right
to speak.

Rip off those stitches.
You... Speak.