Month: February 2015

Twists in Solitary Time

Time

Day arrives

with a quiet sigh of life

Hills

The features of earth’s face

under a cold sun

The soft smell of winter air

The times I enjoyed

Drank deep from the cup of poison

of life

So far ago

So long afar

So lost

Friends I loved

Scattered and torn

by me

by them

by time.

*

The weekend night

When I saw

the love I might not have

When I saw

time in the night sky

She flew over and left us stranded

On our hills

In our valleys

Alone

and would it hurt?

Yes

Yes

Yes

and would I still long

and love

and see slow rain?

Yes

Yes

Yes

Would I cry?

No

The pain would tear me apart

spill my blood

The hate would hurt all the world

Sinking like grey rain

Poison from above

crawling like insects – in.

*

Crystal ships of blood

Float silently in the air

Cunning carpets

crawl across the floor.

Still longing

Still loving

Dead still

Still dead.

*

Toadstools twist in the twighlight

in the night

And I’m alone again

Not sorrowful

Not fearful

but cold and numb

and open

In my lonesome mind

in my lonesome skull

in my numb body

The curtain drops again

The parrody under the stars

begins again

and the actors: Me and I

tangle and twist in imaginary time

She touches me

Soft sensation

again

Soft tender sensation

again

A bullet to my brain

She’s awoken me

and I can see

and love

and cry.

Ghosts on the Road

Ghosts in the HeadlightsStagnant ghosts upon the road

Above the road

Marching

White

With the footfall sound of

Nothing

Void

Overtaking the mind

With their careless nothingness

*

Headlights stream over them

Through them

Stagnant they remain

The car to them does not exist

The car hits

Folds through with nothing

They are of another world.

Jo’burg Morning

Late summer

The sun flares with light

The back yard full of deep shade

and bright sun together

Air is still cool, fresh

Exhaust fumes trickle

to the bback yard air.

Sour and alien.

Far away, distant

Cars roar on the road

Distant thunder in the ground

in the air.

Dew thick and heavy on green grass.

Shoot colours

yellow, red and brilliant blue.

*

I water my bonsais

those precious little sanity bearers.

The day of insane strife begins.

My Parent’s Sins

The sins of my father

burden me.

Lie heavy on my shoulders

and I blame him for it.

*

Part of him haunts me.

A ghost of his

flows in my veins

and I despise it.

*

That is why

I’m so surprised

when I’m loved.

I feel unworthy of it.

Hold on to it

and cherish it.

I need all the love

I can get.

*

The sins of my mother

weigh me down.

Sag my heart

and make me crawl.

She never could understand.

The life she gave

would turn from her

leave her and live.

*

That is why I love

with all my being.

a separate being.

For if they love me and suffer for it.

I too will suffer anything for them.

*

I turn my back

on the sins of my parents.

I refuse to alow them to destroy me

but still they haunt me and taunt me.

Whispering doubts of dying ghosts –

“Your love will be like your parents'”

Do You?

Do you know what it is to be loved?

Do you?

In the tenderness of light

it starts with a soft caress.

Slowly eases your mind

lifts the souls deep stress.

Consoles you, makes you kind.

She eases your bodily pain.

Leads you through unknown darkness.

Kindness she hopes to gain.

*

You know what it is to love.

Don’t you?

In the swamp of dark

I’ll guide her gently through.

In her silent night

if she hurts I’ll carry her too.

Forever searching for light

she rests in me and holds me.

That’s all she needs to do

for her fragile spell to be.

The Moth

I see her above meThe Moth

and I am a moth

I’m drawn to her like a moth to a candle

Her brightness allures me in my dark world

I circle her to look again

Now I feel her warmth warming me to the heart

I fly closer

Circle her once again

She’s so beautiful

so warm and infinately deep

*

I break the circle

Fly to her

Want to be with her

but she singes my soft powdery wings

My fleshy body is burnt

is burning, boiling to the core

to the heart

My eyes melt and ooze from their sockets

As they do, I catch a glimpse of her

behind me as I fall

Then it’s black

Black and hot

I thud to the ground

My corpse crashing

Crunching like a plane of war

Hot and twisted

I die.

Hashish-ah

Hashish-ah

i makes me laugh

ya see da blue smoke risin’

in da daak nite

an’ da staas

day ah distant an smutherin’

da nite smells o’ da

hashish da goo’ times

da nite is quiet – so still

da slo’ sigh of da hashish

da slo’ sigh of plesha-ah

I laugh an’ feel so good

an’ da blue smoke risin’ to da staas

me am standin’ still

but i is movin’

da hashish she hits me balance

an’ I cannat stan’

but i am stayin’ standin’

da hashish-ahh

da girl flirts wi me

I say somtin an wi laugh

an a time is slo’

an’ i feel an see so differen’

i see wi me soul     i hear wi me soul

i feel wi me soul     i smell wi me soul

an is so goo’ an’ is so slo’

Hashish-ahh slo’.