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A Love Song A Song Love

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(Dedicated to Jan-Louise)

In the afterhours at the bars of time

where clocks drink rhythm into a state of metronome

Where rain and thunder are echoes of the sky’s beatboxing

Where the corners of writers’ blocks are busy

hustlin stardust for re-creation(al) purposes

Where bodies are pens, experience ink, but existence lyrics

Where the breathe of rhythm curves straight journeys into ‘hooks’

That is where I and U have become

a rhyme

Within this uni-verse, this U n I verse

this uni-lyric, uni-song

Uni-sun

Disco-ball of a sun

that allows me to sing my shadows into your footsteps

and make them dancesteps

Whenever my fingers become record needles

seducing the songs buried in your flesh

conversing with the remixes of your blood to taste your magnitude

My dear

you

remind me of music

The way we’re just improvising, but harmonizing

The way you make dancefloors of my skin

The way the jazz of your walk curves sidewalks into calligraphy

We, as natural as moonrise tempos

tempting the ebb and flows of my inner sound-waves

dissolving my sandcastle fortresses into your hourglass embrace

until I become one with your time signature

You remind me of music

As the symphonies beneath your nails unpeel an anarchy of calm from my spine

Today, I am springboarding off the margins of self

to explore this new yet ancient genre of music that is us

I am becoming a tune in your jukebox eyes

so as to be sheltered by your eyelids and drowned by your tears

If the speaker-‘boxes’ BLOW as a result of this melody’s boundlessness

then fuck it, we’ll be that LIVE shit

that headphones can only half-comprehend

I have comprehended:

in a synchronized manner, our fists rise together and commence to

bump beats on heavens floor, ‘til it cracks

and under raining angels, the masses will start the party

If I could reloop your voice ‘til I’ve undone the clothe of your bluest memory

I would sample chords of your recorded mooncycles

and master the music of your lips

Your smile, perfect horizon for my dawns

Our tongues, candles that guide our journeys through others’ souls

But I am finding the brightest stars on nightwalks down silence with you

I can even dance to the silence with you

I have danced to the silence with you

If you spell music without the ‘mic’ you should be left with ‘us’

And in the purest unplugged silence I am left with an infinite us

that is why you remind me of music

If this song were to end

I’ll continue marching, leaving sound-tracks

to trace my way back to this spontaneous dance between time and wind

If this song were to ever end

I will remember you as the essence of music.

Kyle Louw

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Confession

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When I first see her my heart hums a lullaby and my body goes numb. That’s the codeine, which drops you as you fall to sleep. When the morphine takes hold vision becomes blurry, I am unable to distinguish between the seen or unseen, is this reality or a serene dream scene of me playing tambourine on a trampoline, jumping for joy to the sound of music.

As she approaches my heart begins to beat like a drum. That’s the caffeine, I attempt to counteract the noise in vain by lighting a cigarette and hoping the nicotine will flow through my veins. No use. This substance has already begun to take a toll, already begun to take control, perhaps cheap alcohol will enable me to let loose. That’s a rich excuse! I decide to let down my defences drop all my pretences and as I do my jaw tenses. That’s the methamphetamine, that bitch is mean! Once you are dirty you cannot get clean there is no vaccine no place to run or hide no quarantine. I have only myself to blame, so I recede into the bathroom stall of my brain and re-run line after line after line, that’s the cocaine! Flush these negative thoughts down the drain there is no shame in meaning what you say, just have fun with it and swallow your pride. That’s the MDMA!

She is almost here now and my heart drops the bass, I am rushing. That’s the adrenaline! When we finally stand face to face and embrace my god that’s the heroin!

She opens her mouth and my heart begins to sing, I inhale the THC of her words and puff out a ring with a beautiful diamond of LSD. I am engaged with the most dangerous drug of all … L.O.V.E

I have researched the internet of my mind to find these side effects. May include but are not limited to the following:

Sweaty palms, out stretched arms. Shivering, quivering, delivering from pain, shifting blame. Crying, laughing, laughing till you cry, being shy, telling a lie, honesty. Gentle breathing, nervous heaving, Goosebumps that start to run up your spine, orgasms that will blow your mind, words that are sometimes hard to find, stealing a heart, committing a crime, breaking in braking through breaking up. Clumsiness, silliness, being generous. Giving, receiving, taking hugs, kisses, rejection, dismisses. Feeling blessed. Feeling stressed. A calming walk in a forest filled with trees, smell the flowers, the birds and the bees and in all this craziness I am weak in the knees. A soft bottom lip, I stumble over my words. This drug is a trip.

She glides as if she is walking on water, Jesus! I am battling to stay afloat, doubt as sharp as an iceberg enters my mind and I search franticly to find a whistle to blow in this ice cold see, but it’s pointless. This time there is no life boat to come and rescue me.

I become drowsy and start to drown in this drug, overdose on kisses and hugs as they warm my heart. Shrug it off Kyle! Wake up, you are only dipping your toe into a pool, you promised yourself you would never take another drug again in your life. You almost died once. Don’t be a fool!

I have dealt with hits of love before, usually to the gut. Waking up on my bedroom floor six months later eating ice-cream and feeling stuck in a sticky rut. I screamed for love to leave me alone to pass through my system, I have even attempted cold turkey but that bitch won’t listen, so I decided to make it my mission. I began to deal with all sorts of customers, tall, short, rough, and gentle ones to. Betting on people’s lives all for a rand or two, racking in their money and not worrying about the consequences or caring about the damage, as long as I was winning I was always able to manage. Roulette wheeling and blackjack dealing with users, love abusers. Hoping this spin will change their fortune or this hand would make things right. Gambling with their hearts even though they have been losers all their life.

It’s true what they say what goes around comes around, because I have found that when I come round love goes, as well as my obsession. Possession is nine tenths of the law but I have no more breath to possess. I have overdosed on love even after I promised myself no more drugs.

So looking forward.

Perhaps this whole time it has not been the drug, but rather the dealer. My god you should see her! I am grateful for seeing this new found realisation and have decided to remain faithful to this graceful heavenly sent being that speaks half English and half angel.

kyle louw

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Biography

Kyle’s poetry is by no means conventional; it does not follow grammar rules or structure. It definitely won’t go down in history as some of the best-written work. Kyle does not care about that! He cares about changing people’s perspective on topics of the mind and spirit, topics like society norms, love, and social media. He cares about sharing that feeling you get when you hear something that resonates with you, when the goosebumps shoot up your arms and that inspirational shiver slides down your spine. He wants people to be able to relate on a human level and say, “I understand where he is coming from because I feel the same emotions he does on a daily basis.”

Kyle Louw

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Biography

Kyle’s poetry is by no means conventional; it does not follow grammar rules or structure. It definitely won’t go down in history as some of the best-written work. Kyle does not care about that! He cares about changing people’s perspective on topics of the mind and spirit, topics like society norms, love, and social media. He cares about sharing that feeling you get when you hear something that resonates with you, when the goosebumps shoot up your arms and that inspirational shiver slides down your spine. He wants people to be able to relate on a human level and say, “I understand where he is coming from because I feel the same emotions he does on a daily basis.”

A Love Song A Song Love

Enlarge poem

(Dedicated to Jan-Louise)

In the afterhours at the bars of time

where clocks drink rhythm into a state of metronome

Where rain and thunder are echoes of the sky’s beatboxing

Where the corners of writers’ blocks are busy

hustlin stardust for re-creation(al) purposes

Where bodies are pens, experience ink, but existence lyrics

Where the breathe of rhythm curves straight journeys into ‘hooks’

That is where I and U have become

a rhyme

Within this uni-verse, this U n I verse

this uni-lyric, uni-song

Uni-sun

Disco-ball of a sun

that allows me to sing my shadows into your footsteps

and make them dancesteps

Whenever my fingers become record needles

seducing the songs buried in your flesh

conversing with the remixes of your blood to taste your magnitude

My dear

you

remind me of music

The way we’re just improvising, but harmonizing

The way you make dancefloors of my skin

The way the jazz of your walk curves sidewalks into calligraphy

We, as natural as moonrise tempos

tempting the ebb and flows of my inner sound-waves

dissolving my sandcastle fortresses into your hourglass embrace

until I become one with your time signature

You remind me of music

As the symphonies beneath your nails unpeel an anarchy of calm from my spine

Today, I am springboarding off the margins of self

to explore this new yet ancient genre of music that is us

I am becoming a tune in your jukebox eyes

so as to be sheltered by your eyelids and drowned by your tears

If the speaker-‘boxes’ BLOW as a result of this melody’s boundlessness

then fuck it, we’ll be that LIVE shit

that headphones can only half-comprehend

I have comprehended:

in a synchronized manner, our fists rise together and commence to

bump beats on heavens floor, ‘til it cracks

and under raining angels, the masses will start the party

If I could reloop your voice ‘til I’ve undone the clothe of your bluest memory

I would sample chords of your recorded mooncycles

and master the music of your lips

Your smile, perfect horizon for my dawns

Our tongues, candles that guide our journeys through others’ souls

But I am finding the brightest stars on nightwalks down silence with you

I can even dance to the silence with you

I have danced to the silence with you

If you spell music without the ‘mic’ you should be left with ‘us’

And in the purest unplugged silence I am left with an infinite us

that is why you remind me of music

If this song were to end

I’ll continue marching, leaving sound-tracks

to trace my way back to this spontaneous dance between time and wind

If this song were to ever end

I will remember you as the essence of music.

Featured Poem:

Confession

Enlarge poem

When I first see her my heart hums a lullaby and my body goes numb. That’s the codeine, which drops you as you fall to sleep. When the morphine takes hold vision becomes blurry, I am unable to distinguish between the seen or unseen, is this reality or a serene dream scene of me playing tambourine on a trampoline, jumping for joy to the sound of music.

As she approaches my heart begins to beat like a drum. That’s the caffeine, I attempt to counteract the noise in vain by lighting a cigarette and hoping the nicotine will flow through my veins. No use. This substance has already begun to take a toll, already begun to take control, perhaps cheap alcohol will enable me to let loose. That’s a rich excuse! I decide to let down my defences drop all my pretences and as I do my jaw tenses. That’s the methamphetamine, that bitch is mean! Once you are dirty you cannot get clean there is no vaccine no place to run or hide no quarantine. I have only myself to blame, so I recede into the bathroom stall of my brain and re-run line after line after line, that’s the cocaine! Flush these negative thoughts down the drain there is no shame in meaning what you say, just have fun with it and swallow your pride. That’s the MDMA!

She is almost here now and my heart drops the bass, I am rushing. That’s the adrenaline! When we finally stand face to face and embrace my god that’s the heroin!

She opens her mouth and my heart begins to sing, I inhale the THC of her words and puff out a ring with a beautiful diamond of LSD. I am engaged with the most dangerous drug of all … L.O.V.E

I have researched the internet of my mind to find these side effects. May include but are not limited to the following:

Sweaty palms, out stretched arms. Shivering, quivering, delivering from pain, shifting blame. Crying, laughing, laughing till you cry, being shy, telling a lie, honesty. Gentle breathing, nervous heaving, Goosebumps that start to run up your spine, orgasms that will blow your mind, words that are sometimes hard to find, stealing a heart, committing a crime, breaking in braking through breaking up. Clumsiness, silliness, being generous. Giving, receiving, taking hugs, kisses, rejection, dismisses. Feeling blessed. Feeling stressed. A calming walk in a forest filled with trees, smell the flowers, the birds and the bees and in all this craziness I am weak in the knees. A soft bottom lip, I stumble over my words. This drug is a trip.

She glides as if she is walking on water, Jesus! I am battling to stay afloat, doubt as sharp as an iceberg enters my mind and I search franticly to find a whistle to blow in this ice cold see, but it’s pointless. This time there is no life boat to come and rescue me.

I become drowsy and start to drown in this drug, overdose on kisses and hugs as they warm my heart. Shrug it off Kyle! Wake up, you are only dipping your toe into a pool, you promised yourself you would never take another drug again in your life. You almost died once. Don’t be a fool!

I have dealt with hits of love before, usually to the gut. Waking up on my bedroom floor six months later eating ice-cream and feeling stuck in a sticky rut. I screamed for love to leave me alone to pass through my system, I have even attempted cold turkey but that bitch won’t listen, so I decided to make it my mission. I began to deal with all sorts of customers, tall, short, rough, and gentle ones to. Betting on people’s lives all for a rand or two, racking in their money and not worrying about the consequences or caring about the damage, as long as I was winning I was always able to manage. Roulette wheeling and blackjack dealing with users, love abusers. Hoping this spin will change their fortune or this hand would make things right. Gambling with their hearts even though they have been losers all their life.

It’s true what they say what goes around comes around, because I have found that when I come round love goes, as well as my obsession. Possession is nine tenths of the law but I have no more breath to possess. I have overdosed on love even after I promised myself no more drugs.

So looking forward.

Perhaps this whole time it has not been the drug, but rather the dealer. My god you should see her! I am grateful for seeing this new found realisation and have decided to remain faithful to this graceful heavenly sent being that speaks half English and half angel.

How does this featured poem make you feel?

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  • Pride (2)
  • Optimism (1)
  • Anger (1)
  • Delight (1)
  • Inspiration (1)
  • Reflection (4)
  • Captivation (3)
  • Peace (0)
  • Amusement (0)
  • Sorrow (0)
  • Vigour (2)
  • Hope (2)
  • Sadness (0)
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A Love Song A Song Love

Enlarge poem

(Dedicated to Jan-Louise)

In the afterhours at the bars of time

where clocks drink rhythm into a state of metronome

Where rain and thunder are echoes of the sky’s beatboxing

Where the corners of writers’ blocks are busy

hustlin stardust for re-creation(al) purposes

Where bodies are pens, experience ink, but existence lyrics

Where the breathe of rhythm curves straight journeys into ‘hooks’

That is where I and U have become

a rhyme

Within this uni-verse, this U n I verse

this uni-lyric, uni-song

Uni-sun

Disco-ball of a sun

that allows me to sing my shadows into your footsteps

and make them dancesteps

Whenever my fingers become record needles

seducing the songs buried in your flesh

conversing with the remixes of your blood to taste your magnitude

My dear

you

remind me of music

The way we’re just improvising, but harmonizing

The way you make dancefloors of my skin

The way the jazz of your walk curves sidewalks into calligraphy

We, as natural as moonrise tempos

tempting the ebb and flows of my inner sound-waves

dissolving my sandcastle fortresses into your hourglass embrace

until I become one with your time signature

You remind me of music

As the symphonies beneath your nails unpeel an anarchy of calm from my spine

Today, I am springboarding off the margins of self

to explore this new yet ancient genre of music that is us

I am becoming a tune in your jukebox eyes

so as to be sheltered by your eyelids and drowned by your tears

If the speaker-‘boxes’ BLOW as a result of this melody’s boundlessness

then fuck it, we’ll be that LIVE shit

that headphones can only half-comprehend

I have comprehended:

in a synchronized manner, our fists rise together and commence to

bump beats on heavens floor, ‘til it cracks

and under raining angels, the masses will start the party

If I could reloop your voice ‘til I’ve undone the clothe of your bluest memory

I would sample chords of your recorded mooncycles

and master the music of your lips

Your smile, perfect horizon for my dawns

Our tongues, candles that guide our journeys through others’ souls

But I am finding the brightest stars on nightwalks down silence with you

I can even dance to the silence with you

I have danced to the silence with you

If you spell music without the ‘mic’ you should be left with ‘us’

And in the purest unplugged silence I am left with an infinite us

that is why you remind me of music

If this song were to end

I’ll continue marching, leaving sound-tracks

to trace my way back to this spontaneous dance between time and wind

If this song were to ever end

I will remember you as the essence of music.

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