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1
I wandered the plaster path to nowhere
As always,
Counting the bricks of days,
Tracing my finger along the indent
Between them where the cement is lain.

How secure!
What a foundation!
‘The basest of bases’
I thought to myself as I
Counted the bricks of days
As always…

One two three four five six seven
And thought of that number
That made me ponder heaven
So I raised my eyes
To find
I had forgotten about the roof.

2
The cage growing
The house metastasize metastasize
The earth becomes a house and all grows
But me

…As the roof stretches across the sky
Blocking the stars
And the sun.

3
Brick by brick, I die
Moment to moment, I lie
Stagnate.
Waiting for my bed to finally
Swallow me.

Window to window, I try.
Brick by brick, I die
As all goes by.

And the house metastasize metastasize.
The roof stretches across the sky
Blocking God.

The refrigerator feeds
On me, feeds on me
And I forget why
There are windows while I am blind.

The house live,
I die.

Sitting still and eyeing the fireplace
While the roof stretches across
The entire goddamn sky.

Dear Friend *oxymoron*

What is it that offends you so?

Is it the genuine smile on sight that scorns your eyes.
The warmth of my embrace that scorches your skin.
The enthusiastic enquiries that grates your mind.
The happy tunes hummed from my lips that screeches in your ear.
The gum i chew that pops your mood.

The job i do that fills my curious hours with satisfaction that drains yours.
My passion for dancing that fills my energetic hours with satisfaction that drains yours.
The comfort I enjoy from knowing my own self that robs you of the same pleasure.
The love i wear for Love,Life and Lord that fails your fashion taste.

Or is it simply me?

In time

Time kissed my hand
In attempt to comport my straying heart.
Held me warmly close to its heart
Beating slowly in a calm harmony.

Time walked beside me
Keeping me calm, making me smile.
Yet my heart leapt over the mind
That continued to lead me nowhere.

Time slipt away from me
Close my eyes and hand me a rose,
Blow me into an existence of broken clocks
Where time stands still at my demand

Time smiled at me
And said I will be fine.
I suffered the fate of mistakes
That caught up with my presence.

Time did more than shake my grounds
Reminding me of all I passed through
With not a scratch but lessons learned
All I knew held me hostage until I made peace.

Time taught, time loved,
Time spoke, comforted and healed.
Time smiled more than it frowned at me
Through it, in it and with it
I grew and came to know
That life happens in time…

By: Missty 2012

Morning

See morning as she emerges from the east,
Setting the horizon on fire with her red cloak,
The dark night fading away in the west,
Fleeing from her rosy blaze…

Listen as the birds honour her with sweet voices,
While the flightless sound the trumpet to wake the half-dead,
She whispers, her gentle breath making the morning breeze,
Dreamers wakeup to dream again.

Smell her unscented fragrance as she passes by
Rare a scent so pure;
Need not be blended,
Nevertheless chimneys dilute.

At her touch everything comes alive,
Flowers smile,
Frost lifts,
A new day breaks.

She blesses her children with all hope,
One more chance to change,
Another chance to love,
Another day to live.

She grows sweeter by the days,
For he knows his days are numbered,
He smiles on his last day,
For he understands, heaven is
morning

Voices of the soul

Noteless music no less harmony in its melody,
Body motionless only the heart may dance,
Satiety to her crave a dose of ecstacy,
The magic of the art unveiled.

The poets mind out of the box, what box!
Eternal fires to brighten this darkening land of ours,
Counterpart of science reveal the mystery in truth,
A prism to once thought pure white.

Words in poetry so relaxing breathing is toil,
Syllables so calming the heart too loud,
Truly flesh is lease, a soulbeing,
Free your mind and come along.

A walk through the universe, mind as swift as light,
My view likewise the eagle’s all problems solved.
I return home new hope and more,
There’s more to life my eyes have seen.

Message in a Bottle (A sailor’s promise)

So I sit and wait,
As the tied rises and rises,
My cup of tea grows cold,
Patiently waiting for your ship to anchor at my harbor,
So many have wondered into my midst,
Lifting hope to the heavens thinking its you that sets anchor at my harbor,
Only to find a ship but not the one that holds my lover,
Your words hold my ground,
But yours is a sailors promise to come back,
Keeping me by the peer only to watch the tied rise,
The sea that stands between me and you,

So I keep the light house spinning,
Keeping the night as bright as day,
Making sure you never loose your way to my arms,
And thou I know that I am not as dear to you as you are to me,
I will still shine that light never losing hope,
I will still sit by the peer in this blistering cold,
Patiently waiting for your ship to set anchor in my harbor,

So I know now what I should have known then ,
That your return was but a myth,
I will still keep this light house alive,
So I know that my dear friend will never loose her way to my arms,
For my memory of us forms the foundation of my protest,
The thought of you is what I hold dearly with my life as thou I were hanging the edge of a cliff,
This feeling does not age it grows stronger by the day,

And still I remember your words,
But unfortunately yours is a sailors promise to come back,
Keeping me by the peer, only to watch the tied rise,
The sea that stands between me and you,

Forever I will lie here and wait,
To keep this lighthouse spinning,
Making the night as bright as day,
So that my dear friend never loses her way to my arms,

I hope this message in a bottle travels thru this sea of emotions and finds its way to your heart,
So it may give you comfort were ever your ship sails,
Knowing that someone out there,
Still sits by the peer,
With a cup of tea and open arms,
Waiting for your ship to anchor,
I will miss you forever my dear friend,

By Mbuluma Silumbwe

Your Last Friend

There comes a time where time slows
Time just slows ’til it stops
And you can’t breathe
There comes a time when your insides are exposed
Every look towards you is hot
It burns ’til you can’t take the heat
Where your throat clogs up and it hurts
The world
The world no longer turns
Dead still
Your heart beat – lost
In a moment
A lifetime of pain washes down
It brings bags and relatives, it stays
It stays
The smell of blood lingers
Nothing
Is there
Cries
Nothing
Silence
The highest mountain, you can’t breathe
Can’t descend
Where pain engulfs you, holds you, squeezes, grips, extends a hand and doesn’t let go
It holds you
Sort of like soothing
But it’s digging at you, it’s digging
Closer and closer to your core
’til you scream you can’t take it anymore
But it’s not that kind of visit
Death
Touches you, kisses you, makes love to you, cuddles, holds you, squeezes, grips, extends a hand and never lets go
Death
Will linger until your last breath
Death
Your Last Friend.

Cape of No-Hope

Two hours
’till the silence of midnight falls.
And our sun hasn’t set.

Come outside and smell
the desolate red dusk of blazing eternity.
The endless humidity of clammy liquid air
filling the vessel known only as sky.

And when, from beneath the burning heat of the twilight’s waxing gibbous your face wanes for want of communion,

you find only the grating,
Grazing roar of the earth’s orbit
For a lullaby; its
Not obnoxious enough to split the ear drum of the fortunate
and not soothing enough to relieve the hearts of the omnipresent nobody’s.

So we bask in the red stained moonlight of a crimson twilight.
We burn in the heat of innumerable stars.
We shade our face from the blistering midnight,

until

Eskom turns off the street lights and we are human once more.
Wrapped in the blanket of our desolation beneath the unyielding gaze of fortunate passers in their
Civic.

Until

tomorrow’s soliloquy of sympathy conveys our misfortunes and illuminates our nothingness once more.
No food.
No bread.
Family to feed.
Please help.

Soledad

In the four walled cavity of my mind,
I make for myself an artificial night. And abound in the darkness
is the resonance of walls
which speak only silence.
I breathe memories
that dampen my spirit
and had it not been
for the warmth of my own solitude,
the very air that I remember would have frozen as crystals in my lungs.
I run my hands along reveries
and watch sepia brown emotions
which are as stagnant and unmoving
as the mud it has set in.
I, too,
sing a fearful trill
of things unknown
over distant hills.

In The Night Garden…

…I walk you down there,
Through the dark dank soil,
That grabs your souls and
Makes it hard to free your walk.

We see only by the twilight’s waning gleams,
Reflected off slivers of silver streams,
That echo our presence to the purple night,
Where darkness engulfs our only light.

But when we reach the gate ajar,
That makes our travel of near so far,
I see you no longer, we need not discover,
Instead of seeing, we may feel each other.

I lift your soul as you lift mine,
We plod no more, we stride divine.
And between our gardens gleaming streams,
Our lack of sight enshrines our dreams.

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