sorry

This conscious game

Watching the pain

Playing the blame

From name

To frame

Jasmine

Flowers bloom

to quickly die

Making love

the weather

in my eye.

Caught

You tried

You lied

We died

NO.

You coloured

The truth to share

My feelings to spare

Your feelings you thought

Were taught

Look now

how we

Got  caught.

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

Dependency 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 . . . . .

FEELINGS

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 

Tricks

When all the tricks are spent

And tongues can’t repent

 

I’ll still be there

Giving vent

Waiting

 

Waiting

Giving vent

You’ll still be there

 

And tongues won’t repent

When all your tricks are spent

moving

Road kill

New thrill

Afterlife

Without

A wife

Trust

sketchbook

Sketch book

 

Sad look

You took

Everything

And left me

Freedom!!!!!

HIV+

HIV+

 

SEXLESS BRAIN

SUCKING THE IDEA

DEPROGRAMMED

TRYING TO BE NEAR

 THE NEED FOR SEED

THE FEAR OF FAMILY AND TRUST

TO SOLACE AND PROTECT THE DEED

DOING WHAT THEY THINK THEY MUST

FROM THE RAVAGES OF COMMON FEED

TO RETAIN THE LUST THAT LEADS TO AIDS

AND FADES LIKE SLAUGHTERED WEEDS. SPREADING

 

 

BRING ON THE CURE!!!

gravity

GRAVITY

 

Time to take attraction

Competing with the best

Wildest sense of satisfaction

Tricked to touch the rest

With energy to transfer

And send upon its way.

 

 

Meet up with it

Someday

 

Stray

Love.........

 

REMEMBER ME?

The Struggle

Is life merely struggle

 

 

There are too many people

Who will stop them?

Multiplying

How can I live here as a child

When everything I touch is wild.

Bewildered by its lust for life

Turned to echo love through strife.........

 

Is struggle life?

black poetry

Black poetry

 

Blank verse

Terse junk

Thick trunk

Sunk metaphor

Oozing creation

Dished up as art

For nothing other

Then wishing to be

In something different

Every time the hurt

Strikes up the past

To last as long as

It endures

The cures

Make vicious

The kind

Heaven is in the graveyard

 

Graveyard

 

Heaven has its cheap seats

One really ought to care

Where they place your body

And who you will be near

 

If you have no money  

And they chuck you in the ground

You might find dodgy people

Are living all around

 

But if they do not spare the cost

And bury you in style

I am sure that special kingdom

Will be closer to your smile

 

Please let me take my pride with me

“O Lord” I do beseech

Don’t leave me haggling like the rest

.............but simply out of reach

 

Perhaps the fire I should consume

To help me on my way

So all the little worms

Will leave me just the way

 

I want to be remembered.

erato

Slowly etched ground

Bitten by the acid

 

Drenched

 

Chorus line before the quiet

Scattered hounds of time

 

Pass the word

All is well

Everything

Is natural

 

Some more so

Others less

Love remains

Colourless

 

Metal grey cold mother

Children whisper from the distance

 

Blurt across the stream

Scream into obscenity

 

Rusty bell

Tinkle tell

Tell her .......

LAPTOP COMPUTER

Window on the world

Window in the world

 

Lappy 

Nappy

Make my life

Better without a wife

At this outrageous age

 

Cage and couple

Everything is supple

With your caress of purpose

 

Bracket

Gentle racket in the brain

Feeding me

Feeling my

Pain

Gain

Subdued domain

Mocking reign

and

Grateful closure

Whilst the living remain

Dreaming of people and pleasure