Activities of Raynolds Moseamedi

The only love I've ever felt Was when Eddy Maake spoke to me He was what he called himself. a poet. With a tongue wrapped up in poetry His hands ...

You sit down and you take time finally to read your old self, what a complicated mess.

Sometimes you realise when you're old enough that only the roughest roads make the toughest of men.

When does a poem stop being a poem. When it has been read and felt?

We are yet again necessary and again, enough.

If the poets were to save this earth, it would have long perished.

Do I deserve myself sometimes? I wonder

I've been deep enough of love to be allowed to give myself to the practice I've always readied my soul to be given away and here again with me it lie...