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by Selabe Kute. An unpacking of the relationship between Father and Son. How the present Son, must adapt to the absence of his biological half. How do they navigate? What results await, the men without a script? Father be the guide…but where for art thou. Continue reading Finding Masculinity: A Return to Innocence Lost
In this dream I could not stop kissing you Your lips were plum like hug that makes one forget hunger I kissed like I wanted to taste your poetry to fill this belly with your words I greedy man so I kissed you harder as barbarian Now tummy is to brim with your secrets all the things you find beautiful are all the things i … Continue reading Greedy kiss
After the successful release and reception of Penny’s Rose the EP. Dali brings us the elevated offering of this phenomenal project in this Deluxe version. Enjoy! Continue reading Penny’s Rose(The Deluxe) by Dali Danger.
Spoiled is the one who’s never kissed With a heart strung up by promises of immortality I let my lips dangle with the devils, against Valhalla No heavens or paradises for the likes of us We are tainted by a sinister lust to be gods of our own miracles No riddles in our tongues, we lash out desperation of a silent anointing Give, holy water … Continue reading Heaven can wait.
He laughed like his gut was packed with church as if a million and something, believers were stuffed in him. While his teeth were out, this living did not feel like curse. Sometimes we said jokes just so he could free us again That boy smiled as if he knew what it meant to us … if he didn’t we would remember our problems. We never saw him much, whenever we … Continue reading He laughed, we free
At 10, I didn’t plan to stay long.This inhibited my abilityTo think forward.Equally, I struggle to look back.I rebranded this, as living in the moment.Truth is, I never planned to make it to 24.And now that I’m almost there.I just can’t figure out what to do with myself. Kata Continue reading I Never Thought I’d Stay Long
Some times things are meant to happen once and once only. No matter how much the artist craves to paint on a particular canvas again he knows he can never do it. It might haunt him, it might relieve him. But one thing i can guarantee, is that he will dare to reminisce. Continue reading Contrasting Hues VI.
Hands held and submissive breathing, walls taking, walls caving. No translation needed, Pride taken, tap left unopened. Oh, what a feeling. Here i am making the most of a something i can never have for myself. Sistine Chaples made on a canvas i might never touch again. Continue reading Contrasting Hues VII.
some things stick with you no matter how well you do Continue reading Contrasting Hues V.
No drinks for the man who hated being sober mocked by the awareness of his mortality time and time he pretended with the dizziness the glasses gifted him that he could live forever no drinks for the boy who had to be drunk there was something his feet couldn’t get away from so on and on he went by the grace the bottles gave him … Continue reading Bar man, no more for two beside me
maybe some things are better left unsaid incomplete a kiss without the embrace you so crave should there come a time where you are unpacking the “almost”s the almost victories almost redemption almost forgiveness almost love may you do it with grace, darling you have have fought well too many times in battles that did not belong to you let your fist unfold you have … Continue reading she was willing but weak
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