ContinuationĀ 

I banished my heart

To the recesses of my mind

Got my soul to play tag

With my religion

And boy oh boy did I 

Get to laugh like everything 

Was in place.
You ever got to write 

“Etc” on a script?

It’s like that;

The way my own self is

Moving, being and living. 

There’s more to me – I know.

But I had to banish my heart

To the recesses of my mind. 

Just to keep a mild lid on things 

Just me.

Things quite me.

Daphney Em Molapo 

23/10/2017

00:58

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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 cellistĀ 

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