A Pocketful of Resolutions

How do you measure, measure a year?

In daylights, in sunsets, in midnights
In cups of coffee
In inches, in miles, in laughter, in strife.

How about Love?

(Rent. Seasons of Love)

MAC no mistake.

Kyle Louw. Truth Be Told

We huddle underneath the sheets,

Cuddle each other’s heartbeats,

Snuggle the soles of our feet,

Our eyes meet and as I kiss her cheek I tell her:

"I’ve always been a fast learner,

But never really any good at maths.

It takes me one hundred and thirty six minutes

To discover she has sixty two beauty spots on her skin.

I feel like a child as I play connect the dots with my crayons

Purposefully pretending to miss a couple

Just so I can kiss them a second time.

She tells me about the bad habit she cannot kick.

I’ve unleashed her mind

But she’s still trying to figure me out so

She asks if I’m romantic,

I tell her chocolates and flowers don’t define me.

I’m that -

let’s shower together kind of romantic.

That -

Don’t you dare try and take your own clothes off

Kind of romantic.

That -

Let’s watch a movie you find boring just so you can fall asleep in my arms

Kind of romantic.

[…]

I always give before I get.

[…]

But I’ve always feared commitment -

I can barely date an idea, 

Let alone comprehend the idea of dating.

I get this from my dad, 

You see, 

He couldn’t even commit to breathing.

Now, I don’t blame him for being mad.

[…]

But, now I’m trying to see the brighter side of life,

I get that from my mom.

She went hungry,

Starved herself to present us platefuls of passion.

Stood in the kitchen

Baking apple crumble

Holding herself together to serve us dessert.

And the cherry on top of all of this is 

I never used to believe in God.

As a boy,

I’d look up at night,

Hoping to see a shooting star,

Just so I could wish myself away.

That the only light at the end of my tunnel

Would be dragged, dropped and zipped into a body bag.

[…]

She tells me she loves me.

Her lips are speaking

Gospels I believe in.

[…]

She tells me,

"Kyle, this kind of romantic is rare."

So I stop

To compare her to a real-life Disney Musical.

A combination of Pocahontas and Beyonce -

Graceful and elegant -

That good, old fashioned ‘90’s kind of relevant.

With heaven-sent intelligence,

A testament-touch,

 Finger-tips so delicate I drowned in the miracle of her love.

Now, as a man,

I look up at the stars and I am thankful for everything

I’ve accomplished,

But her constellations make me realise my 

Milky-Way white skin still searches for a purpose.

I’m starting to think that in a hundred years from now

When the world shrinks

And everything we know has burnt out,

When I a unable to shout my feelings for her across galaxies,

When my voice is no longer able 

To travel space and time,

When her life has passed by and her body has become dust,

She can trust that even then,

She will remain the center of my Universe,

We huddle underneath the sheets,

Cuddle each other’s heartbeats,

Snuggle the soles of our feet,

Our eyes meet and as I kiss her cheek

I whisper,

"You are my in breath,

And my out breath,

And I will love you until I heave neither.”

Peace and Eagerness (at Vrede En Lust Wine Estate)
That Open Book Fest Slam Poetry
Libated with a G&T kinda eutony. (at The Fugard Theatre)
I would go far
For a book
Filled with tonight’s
Magical Slam Poetry,
Thanks for the eutony
And Chris for the G & T.
#BritishCouncil #Poetica #OpenBookFest  (at The Fugard Theatre)
"A lot of you don’t know this but I played my first show here a week four years ago. About 25 people were here, 20 of them were friends and family."-@jeremyloops be like ‘your dreams are valid’ 👊 (at The Assembly)
Howlin’ at the Moon because @stjohnhunter is the bomb diggity. (at The Assembly)
i want to do with you what rain does with the birds of paradise
"the sun is perfect and you woke this morning. you have enough language in your mouth to be understood. you have a name, and someone wants to call it. five fingers on your hand and someone wants to hold it. if we just start there, every beautiful thing that has and will ever exist is possible. if we start there, everything, for a moment, is right in the world."-warsan shire | Thank you beloved for this beautiful reminder. You are missed and cherished. 🇺🇸❤️💙💌👫 #fbf (at 12 Apostles Hotel and Spa)
humansofnewyork:

"We practiced for about thirty minutes before he actually called my parents. I pretended to be my mom, and tried to think of all the reasons she’d object to us getting married, and he practiced his rebuttals. The actual call was a lot easier than the rehearsal."
(New Delhi, India)

humansofnewyork:

"We practiced for about thirty minutes before he actually called my parents. I pretended to be my mom, and tried to think of all the reasons she’d object to us getting married, and he practiced his rebuttals. The actual call was a lot easier than the rehearsal."

(New Delhi, India)