Spoken

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I have never spoken

longer than 5 minutes –

on stage that is.

off it, I will conquer you

with words, convince you to

buy new eyes – even when

there’s nothing wrong with yours.

 

I have never spoken

longer than 5 minutes –

on stage that is.

off it, I will strip you

of your falsehood using words.

nothing so outright persuasive

as the truth in your hair.

The tangles of it will

wind themselves around my wrist

and I will risk a brush through it

until I have seen into your heart

for your mind is another craze

I couldn’t fit onto a page.

 

I have never spoken

longer than 5 minutes –

on stage that is.

off it, I am too insane

to never speak.

 

Daphney Em Molapo

03/08/2017

15:20

My foe’s blood

I painted in my foe’s blood 

Made for magnificent Red.
It’s messed up – I know
But in all fairness I’d announced
My intent to rise again,
It really should have been plain
To him that I’ll be chasing
Him with an axe soon enough.

I painted in my foe’s blood
It made for an interesting red.
The canvas lit up on fire
At the intensity of my rage.
My next stance I took dire
Air in my lungs and held my
Ribcage close to my back
Despite the pain of press.

I painted with my foe’s blood
It made for a device spell.
I cast it right before the veil
Fell and my true thoughts
Revealed the similarities
To sleeping beauty’s apple.
I’m the wicket witch in crown
And fully aware of the potential
To age out of fairness.
Though I do protest,
I am aware of time’s passing
And I am hopeful of a glint
Of change right before my sire
Tries to avenge his lost innocence.

Daphney Em Molapo
01/08/2017
23:56

Last

The last century has been a mess,

My name, friend, is calm,

It’s chaos and the bridge

To insanity  all at once. 
The last months have been a cluster-fuck

Of feelings originating in the 

Krypt of an Egyptian mummy

– held together by wraps of

Punishment or something. 

It is a wagon of wheels and a mess.
The last night has been a bit odd;

Closing in on me in ways

Only a witch could describe

For only the world would 

Break at the seams hearing it

All told.
The last breath

Was beautiful release – of sorts
Daphney Em Molapo

18/07/2017

Singing L.O.V.E tell me what’s happening to me

Spiders shpiders


I am being chased by spiders

Those many legged creatures

And their whirlwind of presence

Collect insects and my fear

In bottles before the day is done.
“Dispatch, Dispatch; we have a runner”

Road running and screaming 

For her life and it makes no sense. 

I am being chased by spiders

Those grey multivisioned creatures

Swore to catch me and my phone 

– oh the selfies in danger…
I am shamelessly running 

From those miserable things

And screaming – for good measure Dammit!
Daphney Em Molapo

19/06/2017

21:51

And uncle Google provides the pictures

Lone cellist 

Tips aflame with passion 

She stood top of the  hill

Of her heart and struck chords 

Into rhythm while the world

About her dissipated and 

Dissappeared into yesterday’s 

Inspiration to remain guarded.
She’s got heart and mind afloat

Amidst a room capable of reflecting 

Her melodies to her ears like new

Forms of fuel that urge

Her forward into her soul’s 

Conseptualised nuptials with

Reality, to keep it moving.

She’s played alone

And yet you hear a crowd

With each string of cello

She plays – Soul.
Fingers paying tribute 

to more than keys played

In classic old school chaos –

It makes sense no matter

The strength or weakness

Of the melody. 

She has blended herself for

The strong to feel 

And the others to hear.

She’s the lone cellist

With more to offer than

Her featured beauty.
Daphney Em Molapo

28/05/2017

21:49

I was stolen 

I was stolen

Cat-called and followed.

I was insulted and he knew 

Just the right words to break me.

My tomorrow too uncertain to 

Consider, I was stolen. 
The reality of my surrounding 

Is dark pain, I’m in a boot 

And the car is strolling through 

Neighbourhood after neighbourhood 

And no one notices my abductors

As anything but a few guys

Going on their way…
I was stolen 

Beneath the street light 

And passersby looked away,

Trying to protect themselves they

Let them take me like fresh meat

For a slaughterhouse. 
These butchers dare said it 

Was “just business. ”

If I had just not been “this hot.”

I was stolen 

And all he could say

Was “be quiet, or die”
Daphney Em Monaco

17/05/2017 11:39

South Africa is on fire and the flames seem most interested in the women and children.  GOD HELP US.

– image from google

Predator’s prey Child 

Woman have you forgotten, 

The plausible innocence 

In a young cub?

Have you lost your mind

Teaching your child the victim

Stance while you fought 

Through their enemies? 

You’ve taught your child

To run to you and hide

And watch while you take

On the dragons for them?

Your protection has made you

Their God, imagine the betrayal 

Of your death as it eventually  occurs.

You’ve turned your child to prey

To be fed on by monsters in

Their closeted mindset

Because you became fully

Invested in providing them reasons

To remain innocent enough 

To innovatively never live.

That way they never hurt right?

What is with you woman?

Turning your little wolf 

Into a hunter’s best catch – scared. 
Daphney Em Molapo

06/05/2017   

10:06

Love Google images,  they inspire.

Beyond the writer’s desk

Beyond the writer’s desk

Are linen sheets that go

Unused; they war with words lest

The words think themselves

Worthy adversaries to sleep.


Beyond the writer’s desk

Are mindblowing conversations

Associated with the pesky

Details of each word choice

In literary combinations. 


Beyond his desk

Is a life blurred by the pen,

Ink is brighter than usual 

At this point, so he keeps writing. 

Alliterating concepts like

No paint brush might colour. 


It is all in no faith,

But perceived knowledge

That is purged perfectly

Profound at the Crown of his

Mind – a mind no doubt

Rehearsing the stage form of

Writ proof.

His influence of the masses

Is never what it seems

Beyond the writer’s desk.

Daphney Em Molapo

05/05/2017 23:14

Pic from Google, while I love you!