The riot has been televised : madness in protea south

Poetry

 Picture it.

Paint this picture,
I'll paint what I see too,
Lets take this image -
Lets clash -
Lets collide -
Lets mix colours -
Exchange brushes -
Our strokes combined can illustrate the dizziest of vivid,
The meanest of evil,
The cheesiest of corny,
The brightest of excellence.

We'll salute our first
Our most imaginative
Most vivid image,
In time.
And then, on to the next
A portrait of Love.

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Laughing at nothing in particular
Smiling about everything
Crying over anything

Talking about our flaws
Shouting in our minds never communicating
sighing at questions too true to answer

Building a weak foundation
Living within  re-enforced walls
Breaking the smothering folds that have kept our shards intact.

This is what your love has meant to me.


Let Us 

Walk along this path with me
Rest your shadow next to mine
Let this be our everyday, every moment
Let us always know,
To whom it is we belong.
we will not always frolic, in the greenest of grass
It wont always be sunny,
The storms, we will weather.
And later find extremely funny.

Entwine our phalanges
As we will entwine  limbs.

Walk this path
With care, alert, in another world.
Agree to this and you shall never
walk alone again.