Thursday, January 19, 2017

it's hard




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“……and am I not destined to ever feel at peace in myself,
to believe in what I say I believe in strongly enough
to be able to disregard all the bullshit fed to me all my life,
will I ever be okay with who I am, what I do, and be at rest?”
It’s hard living the words you’ve chosen as true,
it’s hard to align the world you have created.
 


Monday, January 16, 2017

The Genie in the Bottle






The genie I battled and caught
made himself felt after many forgotten nights,
his unlit playground, the new moon past
he electrified every nerve, clamoured with alacrity
through my sense now keen,
a tremor strong enough forces me from my feet,
I sit.
And feel the vibrations your presence effects,
gaining ground every second I allow you free reign,
listen to your whispers speeding, speeding, speeding,
the scars you left last time burn in the icy wind blowing,
there's an ache deep within me, you’ve disturbed me,
but this time, this time you didn’t regain your freedom.



Sunday, January 15, 2017

The Calling of the Moon


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The witches were howling with the moon last night,
lamenting their sorrows, accepting their plight,
calling for compassion from the gods who her heart rules,
who lend love as the light in her eyes, where her tears pool.

The truth is all that matters, it’s the clarity of heart,
the intentions of your breath onto others you impart,
in the silence of the night, feel the pain in those around you,
free their power, feel it lift you, that’s the calling of this moon.




Thursday, January 12, 2017

next train







time thus travels along its predetermined path.  i'll be stepping off the work carousel shortly to board the afternoon train to do-a-bit-of-what-you-want, i wish yours to be a smooth ride too. and please be mindful of the suggestion box, it is open to travel to different destinations.


  

Wednesday, December 14, 2016

A Touch Deranged...




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I no longer wish to face the constant flow of inventions flowing forth from your lips,
the lies a cloud of purple poison stretching in my direction,
incongruities bold as black print on plain white paper,
innocently unaware I see every falsehood you present
with an enthusiasm bolstered by the steadfastness offered
only, by a mind a touch deranged.






Friday, December 9, 2016

Quiet Permanence





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Had I accepted the cold breeze
that wind-still summers night
as your touch, the pronouncement of your presence,
verifying the choice flittering in my thoughts,
dismissed as wishful, my wistful nature
casting it as a dream, an impossible dream.

Had I believed, accepted and allowed you in,
dismissed distrust to the wonders my eyes perceived,
to the love all around I'd no longer felt, my part in your life
and my role in their completion,

had I followed my instincts that wind-still summers night
maybe I wouldn’t have disappeared into quiet permanence.



Wednesday, December 7, 2016

you





    What I would give for
just one more night with you
my Friday favourite,
it’s you I must pursue
you, may I have you?

    I’ll feed you grapes and wine
red Persian under vines
a silver sky of stars
heat trails across your skin
you, may I begin?

    My eyes will tie you down
in satisfaction drown
a gift I give to you
if you me this allow
you, come to me now…







Tuesday, November 22, 2016

The Collection



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You say I affect those around me, you say I make you nervous, anxious.
Nervous. Anxious.
Is why I was medicated and lost my young memories
Is how I was taught to believe my natural instincts to be unacceptable, unreliable
This I accepted without question, chasing numb above feeling
in a haze of escape lasting long after they stopped handing me those little red pills,
but I eventually removed myself from the play, changed the backdrop and the script,
finally listened to the voices in my head…

Tell me, have you felt my eyes burn through you when you’re in my sight,
seeing past what you present, past the lines you’re repeating,
have you felt the air around you ignite, that tingling on your skin?
with an excitement, pleasure, passion you can’t ignore,
I don’t speak many words, but you know the one’s I speak are true,
you know you are safe, accepted as you are before me now,
how you got here……. I have fallen as often as you……

When I feel, I feel deeply, intensely, absorbing my surroundings, you,
you are meant to feel my presence.
Sometimes I disturb you, make you nervous, anxious,
sometimes I sweep you up with my energy, inflame,
sometime I take you high enough for you to see over the horizon,
and sometimes, with me, you can drown…