ANTAKALIPA

Eyes II What can I say? I know you feel the chemistry between us. It sparks, we can ignite a volcano, I make you wet and the lava burns and brings everything down like a tornado, we cause havoc and the composition is a natural disaster. We are supernatural and what erupts inside of us is super natural. I see how you look at me. Preening yourself when you think I am not looking, I know you do it for me. Lipstick and makeup, what you trying to conceal? I see the truth written in your eyes, transparent as glass that I see through your soul. I know your nature and it yearns for my soul. What can I say? I want you. You the only girl who can pierce through my veil of ignorance. You make me want to be a sinner and soil my innocence. You make me lose my train of thought so I don't make any sense. You make me sweat, I heat up and I mingle my words. My eyes are not lying to you, I want your perfect body. We don't need the whole house, we can fuck in the lobby. I can make you ...

Eyes "Don't look at me like that, we are practically family. I see the way you look at me." GUILTY. She was right, my thoughts were not the purest but she was encouraging the behavior. She has been flirting with me the whole night. The sexual tension is prevalent, her gaze is intense, attention focused, wants to sit besides me, can't stop playing with her hair and she's all touchy-touchy. Surprise, surprise I've turned into Richard Pryor in her presence. She enjoys my attention and seems to want her hands inside of mine. Eyes closed, her head resting on my shoulders, the mood intimate, sweet and close. We are in sync, we are vibrating in unison. Not hard to see why my oxytocin levels spiked and my dopamine went off the charts. I've given it away that I want her. I may be drunk. My actions are all wrong, I've lost control, passive to her aura, lagging like a moving average, she's in control like the driver and I am in the backseat of the...

Fancy When I think of her I think of “Fancy” by Drake on mega classic debut album “Thank Me Later”. The adlibs on that song are vitally important because they serve as praises on this high tempo song. The song is confident, elegant, boastful and proud. She was fancy; nails done, hair done and everything there! Why is make-up so effective in un-guarding and dissecting the psychology of man? Why is make-up so powerful? I think make-up is so effective and powerful because it means nothing. Make-up is a promise that can never be fulfilled. Make-up is exciting, it is seductive. Through make-up you can role play and live your wildest fantasies. It is a chance to create a persona for yourself – to be somebody else, to fly among the stars in the sky. It underlines the comical nature of life and our reality, the fact that we will always be kids at heart. As the burden of existence takes a toll on girls, they substitute role-playing with dolls to experimenting with different personas...

Cinderella Another one from the great man.  Cinderella now available on Youtube: https://youtube.com/playlist?list=PLks7jD_Oj0j9kYazFBfhXf6NLXIYPK0IV The great man ANTAKALIPA 

Human Experience Yet another one from the great man. Human Experience is now available on Youtube: https://youtube.com/playlist?list=PLks7jD_Oj0j94nc3aFPqQsNJzgJkqQYFG The great man ANTAKALIPA 

My Beautiful 100 Hectares Where do I even start? How do I begin to express myself?  What do I even say? I don’t think words alone are sufficient for me attain your numbers four you are 1 in 500 000. I am sorry, I don’t mean to be cheesy and I am not using Cheddar to try and lure you in a trap for I am well aware you run the streets and the underground. The beautiful thing about the bottom is the sky is what you taught me,  you believe in love,  happiness and you just make my heart beat. Faster is an adjective to describe how time moves when I am with you.  A lapse in time is an eternity in rue. My beautiful 100 hectares our souls are intertwined, bonded by something more than science. Every time I try and leave my heart screams out in defiance.  Or is it just psychological warfare? My mind is fountained by thoughts of you and the memories we shared.  You are the cannonball splash that makes every woman and man wet.  Dripping with authentici...

The suit Sello Maake ka-Ncube, self-explaintory, it sells itself, star power, an absolute legend. Which reminds me. Where is his star? I thought I was hallucinating reality, maybe it's at the corner? Maybe it's still in construction? I searched and I searched - nothing. The greats have their star but where is his? He is Archie Moroka, Daniel Nyathi, Sipho Makhaya, a gladiator in the world of T.V and theatre, performed and produced the best, what more must he do? Rueful, a missed opportunity. Give the man his flowers. He deserves them, he is ours. I was on the square for the opening of "The Suit". Full house, esteemed individuals and celebrities, the excitement was contagious, Covid style. Everyone was infected by the spirit of the show.  A story about betrayal, set in Sophiatown. Tells the story of a wife who commits adultery when his husband is at work and is one day caught in the act. The man flees leaving his suit behind. As a form of punishment, the sp...

SILVER TONGUE DEVIL He told me that I am the most beautiful girl he had ever seen. That I have everything – the smile, the body and the personality. I think he is a professor on hyperbole – a professor in the sense that he can hold a seminar with a room full of profiled, esteemed and affirmed men and make them all feel special – subjectively. The way he paints pictures with his mouth sometimes, it’s incredible, work only rivalled by the Mona Lisa by Leonardo Da Vinci. You know that his comments are exaggerated, falsified, fabricated and unverified but you still get lost in them. It’s like they bypass your conscious mind. He is so smooth. He is sweet. I am in love with him. He makes me feel like I can fly. When he touches me, I get hypersensitive and my nerves are all over like the scattered stars in the night sky. I love being seen with him, he drives up my worth and makes people talk. They are all envious, they want to be me. I am known like I matter when I am with him, wh...

WORSHIPPING WOMAN I love him. He makes me feel like I can fly. I believe in all of his dreams – I think he can change the world. The thing with sexuality is that it objectifies and I don’t to constrain him to that label because he is also intelligent and brilliant. He does have impressive attributes. He works out and has muscles in all the right areas. He has beautiful athletic and manly legs – well defined and toned. He has an ass made in heaven. He drives me crazy. What I would do to be his. I wish he would just wrap me around in those firm, strong and defined arms. I wish he would come in to me. I wish I were the object of his desire; I don’t care about forever – just give me now, today honey! He makes me excited. I feel my blood-level rise up in his presence but it’s ice cold when I talk to him – I can never bring myself to tell him how I feel about him because it’s difficult to phrase in a sentence or explain in a paragraph. What I feel for him is metaphysical; the not...

THE NEW PLAN I think that it was expected. The mind surprises me every time. It’s so primitive, so effective. What an engine. I think it was too tough. The mat kept on being swiped off the floor. The concreate was unstable, it didn’t have floor muscles. We just kept moving like pawns in a chess game. Strategic? I think it’s subjective. I just wanted something to hold on to, I couldn’t stop the world from spinning. She threw in a rope and I have been holding on ever since. I couldn’t let go, didn’t want to let go, didn’t want that part of me to wither. It was a reflex – the amygdala, I was constantly under attack and I just protected myself. But I notice you held the rope too. A great grip, the rope was rigid and erected on a skyscrapers foundation. You stayed on with me. I think it’s magical; something that transcends into invisible realms. I think you get it – this life thing. I think you tough, a trait that is so seductive. I think you’re smooth like a lioness with a pray...