In my dreams I breath underwater
I sleep and all is well
upon my waking moment I feel cold winter’s bite
despite this fiery hell
Archives for September 15, 2014
Wishful Sleep
Enough!
You said you needed a finger
That one of mine would suffice (It wasn’t enough)
I went and cut off my hand
And later bore the price (But it wasn’t enough)
You said you needed a foot
That mine was way too small (It would never be enough)
So I cut off both my feet
And later had to crawl (But it still wasn’t enough)
You said you needed a lung
That you were short of one (It wasn’t enough)
I gave you one of mine
Well, then, I was short of one (Yet, it wasn’t enough)
Before you needed anything else
I ripped my heart from my chest (Maybe that would be enough)
But you looked at me and said: ”Actually,
I’m in need of something else’
Dreams
High up in the sky in the glistening moonlight
My dreams float on clouds, comfy and right
Somewhere they won’t feel a fingertip
Somewhere I won’t have a sip
of them
It’s better they stay out of sight
So they won’t ever have to have a fight
Their soul awakens only in the night
They wander and wander but don’t find light
They cannot handle the hand of one
The fear of being ashes to the sun
They CANNOT, they WILL NOT shun
In one of the 24 hours, they gave in
It felt like a joy but it was a sin
They were hoping higher in one’s hand
Little they knew, soon, they’ll be grains of sand
Higher and Higher their hopes flew
Higher and Higher but none of them knew
The ray of the sun was striking at their heart
It shot! Bulls eye! Just like a dart.
Down and Down they fell
Still in the air, on the way to hell
One sin! Giving in! Led to a deadend
They shattered like Glass, It was the end…
Of them
The moon sent a shooting star
It was so near though it was so far
It awakened their souls In the day
To their home, they made their way
My dreams float on clouds, comfy and right
They made sure they stayed out of sight
They vowed in that very day
To never give way
of them.
I never imagined I’d be so insignificant
I never imagined I’d be so
insignificant.
I always thought I would save the world.
I always thought I would do
something –
history would preserve me;
The Great.
I cannot recall the exact point when,
but after innocence and the muck of puberty,
destiny gave way to
the quiet, chipping away of conviction;
the slow dissolving of
faith.
And I find myself woken up to
someone I would not recognise –
a stranger sans fire;
grappling with time and
the timelessness of ashes and dust;
grasping for any mention of special.
I find myself warm in my mediocre,
and the aspirations of others
yet uncomfortable in myself.
I never imagined I’d be so
insignificant,
nor so far gone that
I know not what to dream for anymore.
Palestine
Women are dying people are crying.
Lives are scattered bodies battered
Bombs are flying but they say we are lying
They live in a bed but we live in a shread
They say its tragic but we know as barbaric
They sleep we weep They use weapons we use stone
We live on the door of humanity but they are insanity
They know we dignified
they drip in green of of our
hard earned land
they eat sleep tear our land
but we says its in gods hands
In the kingdom
I suckled from the tree of life
Lost sight of the light
Painted my soul dark so I walk the nights
In paths frightening the fearless of souls I ride
Schizophrenic brain abluted knight
I feint the saints at sight
Stories told of me are legion-are we?
Fighting a lost war, to what glory is a won battle?
How does one fight his creator?
With every blow we throw my spirit worsens
Still seek I nurture
Away green pastures further
But farther seems my departure
The only hope of escape lies in God
A God of which I oppose Not
By choice
For I mistakenly suckled from the tree of life
And lost sight of the light
My heart is a homeless man.
My heart knows what it wants
Yet it knows it cant have
It is like a homeless man who knows what he wants to eat
But cant afford to eat it
My mind knows what is right
Yet my heart is the stronger of the two
It is like a homeless man fiercly pushing his cart
But the car will always out pace him
My mouth knows what it wants to sound
Yet my mind comprehends the future
It is like a homeless man who knows what he wants to ask for
But his pride cannot take a bigger load
My senses continue crucial conflict
Yet I will always be at peace with my love.
– Jerry Wooters
Mzanzi
Her smiles are always golden, and she always makes us weep. with great hope and much embrace we chose her fate to not be weak, which way to go which path to take, she will never hesitate, to take whats hers without debate. She never sleeps and hardly blinks without a care she’ll let you sink. Uplift you much , this is her trade but just for you to sooner fade. Beware her sting and yes she bites, as hopeful souls stand up to fight, nowhere to be but in her arms, her touch her love her sweet, sweet charms. Cruel and loving she can be to make many fall to their knees. We love her so , she treats us well, but for so many a lonely hell. she is you and she is me, we fought so hard to set her free. Her work is done , she got her prize , all the joy of many lives, her waking eyes are filled with glee, this is yours this is mine, this our mzanzi. By Angelo ‘benjie’ Jordan.
