By night I write in silence
like the quiet checkered board in the corner of my room
violently erupting my dimensional thoughts.
It haunts the hours I am awake,
through fake goggles of glory you think you see me
creating fictitious measures of expectancy.
I pass you on the dirty streets,
behind the wheel of your material needs
you steal a glance,
and by chance you look the other way.
A loose thread curls beneath your sleeve
and you heave at the idea of imperfection,
like a cold stone dropped in a pond
a bond of nothing but a bottle of booze
rings of empty energy ooze from you.
“Reality’s†clamor of modern life
echo through the corners of town
nature’s volume turned down,
like a clown you laugh in your big fancy shoes.
History has been painted on these pavements,
spilt out and absorbed by the years gone bye.
Now shriveled up and dry you shy away
from a connection that’s begging you to stay.
But you don’t look into my eyes
and you don’t see…
the marvels that journey through me.
A closed book hooked on gas and money,
green envy of collectibles
you clown, you think its funny.
Why not walk without your shoes?
Open you eyes and look what is around you.
Feel the cracked ground beneath your feet
and look at the people in the street.
Some of us can see you.
Haunting me
I Breathe
My moon shun windows have been unhinged
and a panoramic mind binged on self deplore freed
Indeed by the defined journey I’ve moved through.
Through you the miraculous reflections of self-love I find
once blind, now bare to the rendezvous of this world,
of sound mind I realize my every breath is filled
as I am willed towards the prodigy I feel around me
I breathe…
and life is seethed by the seed that we breathe.
My solo soul drum beats its pure sound
of unbound rhythms found above ground as I stargaze
my eyes glaze over raving in shimmering light,
feeling every word that I write authenticated,
painted across my heart untainted…
I aspire to be a living love…
and I breathe…
as life is seethed by the seed that we breathe.
I am not alone with thought as I walk,
wobbling along the road of existence I implode
knowing another heart in hand senses what I feel
as though the wheel of vitality destined it to so be…
so it be…
A waterfall of awakening spirit I drink its sugary taste,
mingled around my space…that place you give me,
and a gift I graciously give to you…
my undistorted expression undressed I stand astonished,
forgiving regrets I’ve gathered on my shawl of shame
as if a new name within my name has unearthed me
and I breathe…
as life is seethed by the seed that we breathe.
The bird of dreams sang to me one morning I woke,
invoked in me the music I once spoke without doubt,
and now as you attract me out from my hiding place,
leave your unforgettable trace amidst my days
I find new ways to stroke my pen across this page…
Uncaged…an aged energy of new I feel within you
and I breathe…
as life is seethed by the seed that we breathe.
Twilight
I fade away in tears this twilight
as my fears sense the blackening sky,
the elusive night choking the presence of day.
I hide alone in my cellar,
drunk with the stench of my own odor…
wrenched up between “filthy†thoughts.
You crush me beneath your sweaty palm
as you lurk in your soundless shadows
that carve away the decency of my “sickening†mind.
Infested they say it is,
fizzled with rot…
drizzled with uncharmly things.
I curse them with my numb tongue…
these dirty bastards,
I cleanse them with my salivate mouth.
Perhaps I taste the sour life in their veins,
Insane I suck the soul from their weak bodies
to fill my own with another man’s thoughts.
I kiss their wicked lips…
That red evidence of my crime,
allow them to taste their own death…
As they too fade away in tears this twilight.
Surrender
I fall asleep to the sound of the ocean
confined in my mind behind these concrete walls
sounds of the age elevate my soul, life lives in these lyrics.
Delirious and delicately beautiful, night falls
and wraps up the world in a blanket of sleepy shadows,
colourlessly calm beneath dark heavens I listen,
and she delivers…untamed
an orchestra of earth’s surrender.
I, a part of her, breathe open my heart
and surrender so…
Infatuated with night’s love, hollow and bold
she weaves her tones between he vines
of new and old, across my spine…
her divine waves of echo wash over mine
And I am high…
Behind these concrete walls I hear her outside
effortlessly crashing on moon lit shores,
her home far stretched beyond my time.
Entwined in her weave my eyes see closed
through man-made curtains of disguise.
Like a rose she is rich with royal colours
sweetly embedded in my mind.
Her sounds break through these concrete walls
and I surrender so, delirious and delicately beautiful
I surrender so…
Sugarcane Butterflies
Over the tarred road lies a land we seldom search
of whispering winds through sugarcane hills,
spills of sunlight chilled on butterfly wings
carrying me graciously through the open space
as my heart’s bass beats to the insects sound…
the freedom of the hills is unbound, wild
like the sunflower’s yellow to the sky
trickled water marks over the dry stream bed
out here…
even the dead is still alive.
Sugarcane butterflies of mad colours bristle
through the breeze that whistles around my limbs
as whims of flying invade my soul…
persuade my heart to melt out into the day
and rediscover what it is to play…without dwell
Earth’s love swells and grows my mind,
finds that sparkle that finds my smile
as I am left fertile in the land that surrounds.
Noises of the tarred road are drowned by the depth,
by the breath of the tree leaves that rustle,
the birds that bustle about the deep, green valley,
vitality, out here, is rich like pure honey without dime
just life…
just time existing as it should
could this be magic misunderstood.
Sugarcane butterflies…
you make me love more.
The earth
The earth is wide, from every side,
On every hoek, you’ll find a crook,
With a hook under a doek,
The earth is free, from every creed,
On every skin, you’ll find a flea;
Which is keen, to prick your skin.
The earth is full of every meal;
Every where, you’ll find a fool, who does’nt deal;
He’ll stop the spoon from the the food.
The earth is there, for you to stay;
But every seat, has got a leech,
And there’s no peace, on every piece.
You’re put on earth, that you must pray;
But are pliers, of a lier
And all the same you’ll love the game
A song of love
If ladies be but young and fair,
If men show mirth and trust their dears;
And love is true to guide them right;
What can make love, not Waugh awhile?
Love is good but lovers spoil,
It’s meant for joy and not dispute;
For both mast love and none regret,
That is love the right way now.
They are that think that love is blind,
If lovers see, then love is true;
Whereon does the jest depend?
It’s just because they’re fools in love;
Their love is false, and guides them wrong;
Oh! Love the peace of earth,
What is there on land or sea?
To make a love without dispute,
For oh! We want a love in gay,
Without offence, and no distress;
A precious toy
Oh! What a day, a perfect day
Something is found, as the game is plaid,
Something precious and something good,
A precious toy with heart and soul
Here‘s a day with quite a spirit
A cetin man must buy some (purity)
While a cetin woman is quite exhausted
She tries to speak but make no sense
Oh! What the hell its wealth a while,
They are all relived it went so well.
Oh!!! What is that, a new world warrior
With a crocodile’s heart and the spirit of
A cat, and that’s because he’s a mix of both
A dangerous mixture you’ll ever face, in
His body run’s the blood of cannibals.
I talk about a wild beast, with shining eyes
Like twinkling stars, nails as sharp as Uncle Leo pat
Teeth as strong as ant Lacosta,
He’s a big cat in the sense of the word, but I can
Argue that he’s a croc as well,
I am blessed
I am blessed, I am loved
His grace and mercy upon my life
Is greater than the universe’s dimension
And all of Earth’s demission and demotion
Won’t keep me from my life devotion
I am blessed yes it’s true
His protection and fortification
Is stronger than the world’s defenses
In all the enemy’s attempts for my distraction
And the corruption disrupting my trail
Can’t obstruct me from my deliverance
I am blessed and adored*
His affection and devotion to me
Extends beyond pacific leans
All deceptions and confusions in my track
Won’t extract me from his Compassion
I am blessed and so are you
His love I am so eager to share
I was extruded to excellence
By my tutor a giant convection
To convey his vast press
Lord, I have been blessed,
Not only was I blessed,
But I have been divinely favored
Devil in my bed
He rubs your back to soothe your long day,
he sends you hearts on yours to play
He fills the holes in your dads’ shoes,
Perfection you seek in his eyes deep and gloom
What smells this rotten?
You wake in the morning combusted by lust,
is this love, is he someone I can trust?
The emotions run high but clouded by confusion,
is this need I feel or his intrusion?
Just what is causing this discomfort?
You smile so spontaneous in minutes it turns,
to bursts of screams and flaming burns
What are the odds that this is not meant to be?
Such a silly though but inside grows the seed
How can warm feel so cold?
His arms around you in broken glass and frames
Why is he spinning me around in these games?
Up and down and up and down and……..fall
Why didn’t he catch me he just stood there tall?
Something hurts inside my chest.
The mood is sombre moist and cold
Why do his arms suddenly feel so cold?
I want to run but where do I go,
he has taken my only shelter I know
His skin is turning grey why?
His fists so hard every stroke intended to be fatal
who is crying harder me or my soul in the cradle?
How did it turn so wrong it’s not meant to be?
Why is my Romeo this beast I see?
O why can’t I run?
As clear as the night in his eyes!
I had the devil in my bed all this time.
