"Hell, its about time"

Pulled my finger out of the plug finally, and registered a domain.
I've had a lot of requests on the street, after giving some public
readings, for a link to some of my writings. Of course, being as
short-term memoried as we are, folks couldn't remember the url.

Thank you kindly to everyone who sent emails in the past while.

www.brokenpoet.co.za

How you made me feel today

Normally, I would equate my emotional range, to, feeling sad, or being content.

Happiness?
Whats that?
Oooooh...

Oh wow...
Nice! :)

Happiness 5 posts before #100

You were sitting there as usual, sipping your coffee. Like any normal person would, yet, Im wishing like a religious person, to be the mug you are holding in your hands. I smiled shyly, walked over, received your smile with open arms. I have been trying for almost a year to summon the courage, to ask you out, if you want to go for drinks. Rehearsed the conversation a 100 times in my mind. Trying not to sound like a douchebag.

I started rambling about my moms birthday the past weekend, how I almost forgot about it, about the trouble I got into the weekend for completely forgetting about a family event I got invited to, about how my phones battery died, and I didn't notice till sunday evening, so everyone was freaking out, because no one could contact me, no, I wasn't murdered, or mugged, or hospitalized, but I'm old enough to not have to phone anyone about my current whereabouts. I don't like cellphones in any case, because it sucks talking to someone, yet having no access to facial expressions or body languages, and dang, voice mails freak me out, I will never listen to voice mails, so please don't leave me a voice mail, but I was wondering, and I hope it doesn't weird you out or anything but...

I got two tickets for the Counting Crows concert, and I was hoping you would want to go with me.

It took you 60 words, and three different confirmations, before I finally realized, that you actually said yes!

So, for today. I am the happiest person in Cape Town. My broken heart, doesn't know how to accept a victory. Easy there fella, we'll get you fixed up in no time.

Cape Town "Decks"

"Where women spit like men, and the men urinate publically." - Broken Poet

Rise of the machine

"There’s a time when the operation of the machine becomes so odious, makes you so sick at heart, that you can’t take part, you can’t even tacitly take part. And you’ve got to put your bodies upon the gears and upon the wheels, upon the levers, upon all the apparatus, and you’ve got to make it stop. And you’ve got to indicate to the people who run it, to the people who own it, that unless you’re free, the machine will be prevented from working at all." - Mario Savio

The machine Cog by Leon Bibel (1913-1955)

2 years of blogging

And NOTHING has changed.

Absolutely NOTHING.
Well, except for the global economic 'recession'.
The continious human rights violations.
The dehumanizing of the once unwitting opressors.
The proportional level of politicians and idiocracy.
The racism and violence.
The loneliness.

Tired of you

[Picture removed for personal reasons]
[It hurts too much looking at it]

"Tired of breathing
Tired of feeling
Tired of looking at the past for meaning
Tired of running
Tired of searching
Tired of trying
But I'm not tired of you" - The Exies

My first love

A poem about nonsense and insensibility. A poem about the first person I loved, and how I can never shake the thoughts and feelings from my memories. About the months of unrelenting hurt, and hate and aversions. But still to ****. Was actually two songs, that I just couldn't get a melody for. Lyrical mashup. Which goes to show. Two good things combined, aint always a good thing.

Even when I say Im not
On display 'cause I forgot
I am not my own, never alone, still...
Not my own

I miss you so much, hate you so much
I love you, but I hate you

Im a seeker of truth
You are a hunter of contradictions

And if I say that I have not
Been led astray cause I forgot
The time that I knelt down by the ornate street
Found my lover by the tower of harlets and thieves

Took so long not to get you
Took so long for you to cut me through

You played with my feelings,
with the same bashfulness,
that I child plays with his toys.