Sunday, 10 July 2016

02 June 2016


 The sunsets on your ruby lips

the taste of sweet sound innocence
lingering on the mountain of your lips
oh dear soul, let me kiss thy lips
let me melt thy lust from your skin
as your liquid falls down your soft skin
let me make a waterfall out of your body
As i dip into the oracles of your soul
and send earthhquakes to your inner peace
with screams lingering from your thighs
and lovebites spelling out " I can make your orgasms last an eternity"
so eternal you clutch on my back, leaving scars of pleasure
I will lick your treasure
and get lost in the midst of your pleasure
but last night's orgasms will be remembered
like the drawings of my fingers on your sacred hole
and the lustful scent on your chest
as my tongue draws on your soft map
leading lines to the destination that is your midnight moans
your screams for pain are sounds of pleasure
and i will soothe them  with every thrust
For I will push up into you like the scars of terror
and pull out of you, last weeks innocence
and you will remember me, like the shatttered screams of the devil
and the kamasutra will take records of this
and let it be known this is how
you make love to a soul

By: Kabelo Phiri and Nonhlanhla Xaba

Tuesday, 5 July 2016

Flex of He & I

                                   
                                    In life's single heart-beat, in a beautiful surprise you are blessed with the sound of good music.                                                                                   Ladies and gentleman I introduce you to
                                                         " FLEX OF HE & I " 










Phomolo Flex - In Between the Lines [EP] - download link

You are welcome.

Photos by K_Phiri

Saturday, 2 July 2016


"I AM FINE"


My scars are beautiful
Tears drizzle over the canvas of my face
i look like a cold piece of pain drenched art
i manage to break into a thousand beautiful pieces
but still manage to put myself together when
i have to force a smile and say..
"I am fine"

My thoughts flirt
with the idea of suicide
razor blades have become way to kind to me
darkness became my light
giving up has become my fight

A coffin live in my chest
my anatomy is disfigured
my thoughts on happiness
have been reconfigured
so please

Do not expect a forest
when i am desert
Do not expect soul
when i am dust
Don't look for a possible future
when i am a minute ago

Don't expect me to live
when life has taken my
last breathe away

-K.Phiri



Suicide helpline Phone number - 011 234 4837 or 0800 20 50 26
South African Depression and Anxiety Group website - http://www.sadag.org/

You are never alone. Someone out there is willing to nurse your pain,..

                                      YOU MATTER





AFRICA

                                                                                                                                                                                       
                                                                               
         
   
              
       WE ARE AFRICAN 

Friday, 1 July 2016

AND IT ALL BEGINS...



Life's substance is more than materialistic

burdens we live to consume.
We are people of soul, heart and mind
Passion and fear
Tailor made to who we are                 
We are
What we are.

Beat and rhythm
Sand and salt
Hurricanes and thunder
Instinct and thought

We are What we are.
Never change.