Calling all Dancers / Models

The Royal Talent Search 2013 is underway, and the search for dancers and models, with immense confidence and talent will take place on May 25, 2013 in Germiston, Johannesburg. The talent search is in collaboration with the fabulous MissTwy Designs collection, which was launched at a spectacular fashion show earlier this year. The regal brand, which is expanding and growing exponentially, is seeking to discover models and dancers, who can further represent the brand as it grows, for future shows and exhibitions etc.

For more information on the auditions, and how you can be a part of the fabulous affair, go to the Royal Fashion Show Page or visit the Royal Talent Search page on Facebook.
You can also download an application form by clicking here.

Poem: Melody from Beyond

all the altercations snake their way up
rising in twirls, excited as smoke
moving towards the periphery of the cup
around which your lips go perched
sealing off the last words e'er your voice hath spoke
and the soliloquy faces all but just smirked
hanging dust-made tapestry about the air
some of 'em dirt stupor gets entwined in your hair
there's no face slashing open 'cross the dawn
by every recurring incessant darkness you buck and mourn
emaciated to the Egyptian skin of your bone
morose and near some decrepit state of ash
you leave yourself alone
entombed in the derogatory situation, devoid of cash
without a currency, bereft of value
see how eyes and dreams have defiled you
none novice creations gleam in your stride
playing a million dizzying rounds of Jekyll and Hide
waiting on some revelation or some ulterior significance
heart-closed to your widespread malevolence
with your own expression mocked in the enrapturing flames
praying they'll remember you by at least
one of your many names
erstwhile they become oblivious to your disposition
thinking in alternate patterns of consciousness
you forget how it was you who urged the superstition
by which you are disbelieved and tossed about the malice

- Raeez Jacobs

Poem: Exalted

You're such a misery
calling out like a Church
wanting to be first in line
initiating the first act of perjury
so bound to psychology-
bent like a thesis and pulled like a theory

You're such a misery
wailing on like an emergency
alerting all to your turns and trips
rolling your eyes in your made-up head

you're such a misery
miserable abreast my shadow
miserable beneath the crystal glow
wishing you could really know
which way my similes go
you paper-torn piece of philosophy
un-jaded, reprimanded, kinda lost and crazy
laying there, miserably
pretending to be dead
along the sheen of my bed

though so soft and lively
inside my head

-Raeez Jacobs

Psycho-Monstrosity  

You used to say very little

to all the words they hurled your way

folded in, thinking you were a foetus

or that your silent prayer

would end it that day

i used to watch you go still

as things crossed your mind

in the still of the moment

i watched you discard of pasts

and hang onto what mattered

i've seen you carry yourself

all along the arduous social shelf

i remember how much your feared the void

riddled by a life lived in paranoia

of the things your history would come to do

i saw your eyes become unemployed-

vacant, empty, as if you were looking at me

but couldn't see me at all

like being able to swim

yet still drown in dead waters

i watched you confuse me

doubt myself, and throw myself

at things moving faster than meteors

lending myself to the open most doors

hoping to find someone a little bit more like me

someone who could hurt and let that be that

god-induced, able, and strong minded

absent to the things that made them wet

as if they were being baptised again

anointed to another cycle of disdain

only this time

they'd bear the grunge under a different name

i think you only began to realize

that the answer was not in the title you held

the day you got life back into your eyes

the day you stopped staring wide-eyed at the changing skies

the day you came out of the manilla fold of your shadow-

opened up, stepped in, unmasked yourself, and let your intentions show

they stopped laughing at you that day

i started to trust myself again and stopped throwing myself at the wind

hoping it would carry me to the furthest and darkest corner of the world

i felt haughty, i felt proud that day

because nothing could have prepared me

or ever made me think that there would come a time

in the sordid existence to which we were privy

that my eyes would literally glance at liberty

as if it had metamorphosed from mere state to a physical inanimate thing

i began to believe in things i had been sceptical about

realizing what i could and couldn't do without

that even though you we spent our lives drifting to and fro

we always knew where our souls would go

we always understood that home within each other

that no matter where you went or who you saw

your heart was still beating in the shadow of our abodes door

so you could be who you wanted to be and fulfil your every dream

and i could do the same under my own sentiments and my own regimes

comfortable enough to watch you make the most of your dreams.

©Raeez Jacobs. Poetry. 2013

Repeat Offender

I cannot look
at your name in the face
and pretend there's no god
in the noun
or some divinity in the vowel
sounds as they escape from
between my quivering lips

I cannot wish it that
these waves or ripples
swathed across my heart
just be ironed out by the
steams of paradise
i need to look you in the eyes
but

i am so

restless as a prolonged winter
and prolonged as a never ending summer

I cannot look you in the eyes
and pretend not to feel your
name rising up through my larynx
otherwise i am abused by my own
inner hands

compelling myself to surrender
and the very last noun by which
i need be known

as my gaze
melts in your stride

is

repeat offender

© Raeez Jacobs. Poetry. 2013
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