Imperfect Poetry from an Imperfect Poet on a quest for the Perfect Poem. Linger behind every word spoken. Within the towers of its origin. While flagbearers for the true remain silent. We create beef where there is none. The wretched scramble for crumbs. Blinded by the minute, the shallow, the worthless. We all attempt to carve our legacy in the sounds of time.

Thursday, November 25, 2010. Loxion head spoken word johannesburg. Tuesday, March 24, 2009. The legendary South African bard Don Mattera a. As we burn in the storm. We are the debris,. Softly - The tenderness of too much pain. We have each other,.

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