Ray of Light aka "Pretty Wings"

To a person I once felt deeply connected to. He was a gem :)

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Re-inviting the forgotten emotion of bliss, my heart has accepted but you are still greatly missed.


Had I erased the thought of a better union, from past sinners, selfish liars?


I'd been taught by them trust is only visible in fairy-tales, told by expert lips ejecting no remorse.


I still say...so hardened is my heart, I can't hear my soul-mate's knock.


Cemented by the deceit I was fed by those I'd hoped to grow with.


This love is a myth, not understood nor respected...hard to grasp with one breath.


But...you came along, engulfed me with unfamiliar warmth then left to sort yourself out...


Now you have sneaked your voice back into my head, leaving me wishing you remained more than a friend, the forces seem to disregard us sinners and just lead us to sad dead ends.


We dream of rare garments and jaw-dropping bank statements...I dream of having your face as my daily sight, happiness embedded in my eyes from your humble treatment.


I wish to see more of you, live knowing we walk on the same earth and value your own place of birth.



How you see me amazes me, maybe you don't see me as being amazing.


Your actions have been contradictory to your words that fulfilled me.


Once again I wonder...exactly where do you fit in my life painting.


Behind my pains and years of hoping, wishing I too would find a soul-beauty like you.


Or maybe you'd be the speck of dirt ruining my colours and joys of my life, forcing me to completely expel you from my sanity.

You'd become my partner-to-be, letting my lips celebrate the beauty of your name,


letting the random know about this special being that set my soul aflame.


My Ray of Light.... Forever my favourite, the turmoil’s and joy, have come and gone but how special you are to me will always be without a doubt.



Thandi Xaba

Sunshine

The rush of events has led to a gush of words, stapled with no worth.

Found heaven in the eyes of the humble, discovered calmness in minds highly beautiful.

Apart from dawns and sunsets, memories suck on dull days and leave no room for disappointments.

So many thoughts to understand, my soul has found refuge in far unlikely lands.

They buried my truth and bore statues with no value, regarded the perfect view.

We might not fit the clichés or pet names, yet still live and desire a love flame.

We might not seem ideal or even suitable to walk in public with...yet there is gold worth finding beneath the sins.

We might not be admired nor desired yet we don't carry nor wear any plastic enhancers that have gotten many enticed.

Though it seems, most eyes lust the bust, what happened to knowing the heart.

Forget the stereotype; instead find your best friend in their inner souls and deep eyes.

Can't we fall in love with the beauties of life, simple things that don't require violence or lies?

Allow us to cry from what a melody can do to our souls, exuding the warmth it cloths us with, crushing hate speech and moans.

Sometimes wish I'd be the air blown out of those shiny saxophones, forget the hurts and constant self battles that leave us alone. 

Sometimes wish we spoke through music, but we have resorted to inhuman ways and the ultimate mind games, testing to see who will be more drastic.

I wish you'd fill my spirits with heavenly notes..."let me get your name so I can be more genuine" 9th Wonder say it best.

Speaking truth that lightens dark hearts and fresh regrets.

They seem to associate beauty with so many things, laughs! Jewellery and rings, money and kings, wohw!

What happens to those who embrace their truths...bringing out their inner glow.

You pants low, crazy what we find beautiful along with their flaws.

Let's escape and go were skies home our conversations, understanding each other's thoughts without disturbance.

Giving love in abundance, breathing in freshness and getting tingles from stolen glances.

How I wish...don't ever want to be selfish, your happiness will always come first.

I still admire you...mostly where your soul dwells, some things are a bit too good to be true.

Yet we still enticed, just waiting for when reality awakens and leaves our hopes sliced.

Thandi Xaba

Prickled Hope.

Paradise in the eyes of the lively,

Those robbed of an inner-glow live gingerly, worried to fully experience their potential.

The past elders of our generation fought till fighting was the only option,

Peace was foreign for most to hear, the fear had strangled all their humanness.

Seek further for the meaning of unity, it would have been splendid for our leaders to see.

It weakens every inch of humanness seeing what others go through because of their religion.

Yet we still believe, hope and pray for fairness. To be seen just as important.

It is the hope for the future that urges us on.

Thandi Xaba

The one...

Still I go..

The lessons etched on every dawn, leave the heart in awe, how we quickly move on.

Remembering the Lord’s promise,

There’s much room for great blessings. Feels so much of self has out-grown the past. It didn’t evaporate so fast.

It feels slightly odd having to react to new obstacles, unfamiliar difficulties.

There’s obviously a lot I’ve learnt, had to over-come, a lot I’ve had to accept.

Still...the canvas appears dull yet ready to be filled with some character.

Thandi Xaba