Sibling comfort*

You will be my baby #tonight.

Monsters in my bed

playing in my head

close my eyes with

horror and dread

Please don’t.

snap the golden thread

else I might wake up dead.

little girl ravaged

rewired instead.

I’m your baby tonight.

Outies

Dependancy smoking
From the Fire

Living
Down to the wire

Trying to enjoy
moments of pain

Watching wives
selling
themselves
tattooed
in the rain.

LADY ON TOP

From her past

Lithe and lean

Been on top

Keen on top

Crouching

With emotion

Working her love

Enjoying

The toying

The rocking

The buoying

Of buckling strokes

To meat him

Releasing

His past

Into her future

THE THROWAWAY GIRL

Throwaway girl

Thanks for the twirl

Needed the hit

To keep me fit

But

Bit by Bit

The outie tribe

Encroaches

Mimicking the vibe

Of how to live

Of how to give

And take

In the new KZN

The new reality

Of god’s creatures

Vulturing

Values of past priests

Plagued by sin

Another in

Another frought reality

Dyed

By upbringing

Baked in the rust

Thrust into the glare 
of the future

Give me love

Throwaway girl

The tribe is to blame

Its name is the frame

Its afterlife

the game

Throwaway girl

Make me the same

size matters

HEY MY SIZE !!!

She is my size.

What can I say...

The right size . .

A perfect fit.

My prize.

NO LIES.

The missing peace

is found     

( private poem

Cally came with the Jasmine..

When my wounds had closed.

No warning

From the moving Earth

Just there with the need

To feed

Mine.

How kind the Fates

In concert are.

How soft is life.

2 years

------- two years now ------

The bones must be

Nearly all that is left.

Perhaps some tough sinew still

Holding out

Holding on

Clinging to the dust -----

Waiting for me...

To get better

grave tandem

Still . They lie there

One above the other

Still .  At odds

Eking out

Frail doubt

Drinking out

Eaten out

Reality

Father and daughter

Finality

Slaughtered

Copied

Righted

Blighted

Plastic flowers

For your time

Loneliness

For my rhyme

Thank you for the fine

Art

Apart from the love

And hate

if truth be told

We did not heed the cry for help

The numbness was to blame

Every time

We tried again

And again

And again

And again

To soften

Every blow that fell

Upon that tortured frame

We lost more

Then the time before.....

You

After you died the world went mad

The weather changed

The winter hurt

Gravity held me at the core

Matter: linking us, pulling us

                     Apart

Invisible bond

Call it what you will.

Starving for your love.

Shivering...  

LIVING POEM

#

Living poem

A machine to tool your tricks

Torture

Massaging your meaning

Alive

Like lust

To suck your soul

Trust the thrust of ecstasy

Dull

Drive the need

Full

(Fulfill)

Feed the conscious

Line

Cautious time

Wading

Fading

On-line

Waiting for the Singularity

To change life

As it is

For no reason

No treason

Just movement

Only energy

Sending

Love

#

#Poem

This poem is alive

It is a machine

With a soul

Living 


On-line

Waiting to die

Or change your life.

UNIVERSAL ATHLETE

Race

The Race

The human face

Genes competing

Unless they have a common cause

Overriding . . . .

Tribal gravity ensues

Dictating with violence

Here in Africa . . . . .

FEEL

THE FATES

AROUSING FEAR

FIXING THEIR HOLD

BOLD ACROBAT OF TIME

GRAVITY DEVIANT DANCING

MAGNETIC RHYME

YOU WERE MINE . .

Black marks on white paper. Poem or picture . .

Vidigal

 

2009

 

Lucy died

Dennis cried

 

We all tried

 

 

Your death has made us stronger

No longer haemorrhaging

Emotion

 

For that tormented spirit

Trapped on the foreign side

Of that fine line

 

 

Find peace now

Gentle soul

 

Made brute

By your subject

 

 

Walk softly

She is here

Under toe

The flowers grow.......

 

Twixt root and rubbish

My love lies

Broken

 

Meandering

I would love for you to see

 

How ecstasy

Lies in my head

How lust avoids the bed

For better or for worse the hearse

Comes too quickly for the dead

 

I would love to feel your form

Taste your aura

Sacrifice

Myself

Again

And again

Maybe this time.....

There will be no pain.......

Relation

Necessity commands

Contentment follows

 

Audacity demands

Resentment swallows

 

Fill her needs

Grow the seeds

 

Die and be forgotten

Quick

 

I insist

 

You resist

The healing

To consume your pain

 

The pity

To ignite

Your brain