Wednesday, 5 December 2012

woman in flight

Woman in flight, like a feather in the wind
I love her despite, the empty promises she uses to bind
She changes her mind, and her voice is always sweet
She leads me blind, like a fire she’s the heat

She has a pretty voice, in tears and in laughter
I have no choice, I keep on chasing after
I can’t rejoice,  I’m a slave and she’s my master
But she is always lying, always a miserable character

Who can trust her, who can ever be happy with her
Who can love her, who can ever be loving to her
I concur, i’m an amateur to her
But it will never occur, that she is the one i prefer

Woman in flight, like a feather in the wind
He has a pretty voice, always gentle always sweet

the true maning of love

La Amour...
In every language you say,
 it sounds sweet any day
Love is an emotion of strong affection and attraction
It is the intimate addiction to the one
The one you give all your heart, the one you promised never to be apart.

Love is a virtue of kindness and compassion,
 it is the unselfish devotion with vows of passion
love unleashes a variety of different feelings, feelings so real it’s more like healing
to a heart that has been chilling,
in the depths of the cold sea.

love is passionate, it is the closeness of being together
it is the  oneness of being in love, to hold and to have
love compares to survival instincts, that keep humans together
love is less of a sexual affair,
 it’s more of a punishment that you endure over and again because you care.

in love, you never fall,
 when you fall, it does not hurt
and when it hurts, you do not cry,
 because love conqures all.

whether rich or poor, on the beach or in the shower
whether short or tall, in winter or in fall
whether blind or deaf, insecure or feeling safe
all you need is love.

love is an international language that overrides all the cultural and linguistic illusions that represent our generation
love is reciprocated, it’s a mammalian drive like hunger or thirst
 call it lust, call it attachment,
 but i call it safety,
the security to say the words ’i love you’ and feel it, to say ‘i need you’ and see it.

love has taken control of my system, stimulating my brain’s pleasure center
i am so in love i get side effects
when i can’t eat, it’s because of you
when i can’t sleep, it’s because of you
when my heart beats, it’s because of you
when i stop to stare at another woman, it’s because of you
it’s because i know, she has nothing on you
the common ground for humanity, is the need and desire for love
love is timeless,
love is kind,
love and kindness are  never wasted, and so is time
so trust me when i say,

a victim of love

In the beginning there was love, and love was good
But love was fucked up, but not in her hood
See, it was love that brought her parents together
By the same love she was delivered
A beautiful baby girl, touched by God himself
A wonderful child, likened to a trophy upon a shelve

See, her mother treasured her,
 her father thought she was the treasure
But  was it for love that he popped her cherry, or was it his silent pleasure
Every touch made her feel lesser, her very wish to die quicker

Tears on her eyes, her story never heard
Her cries on weak ears, her story too absurd
Every word unheard, everyone unconcerned
Who would ever want to pick, her side or the dad

If love was in nature, then she would have been nurtured
Never to face the torture, victimized by this creature
He who was to be her teacher, turned out to be the creeper
Deaf still remains the preacher, no words could ever fill her

The victim of his fiction, her poetry her addiction
Not even the crusiffiction could heal her of this friction
The monster in her head, as he rose she went back in her cave
Her innocence he enslaved, secrets  she will take to the grave

Tuesday, 27 November 2012

Embrace Me

I’m walking I a path, a path in the middle of nowhere,
With friends around me we laugh and we smile,
What great joy within peers, but that would only last for a while.

Suddenly I see myself near a yard, no one around…but wait!
I see someone coming, some one dressed in a smile.
Could it be? No it can’t be!
Then your face appeared, you caught me off guard.
All my friends are gone and I'm filled with distress, though I’m loosing my mind,
But I run to you, you wait for me, throwing my arms around you, with tears running down my face I whisper in your ear “I LOVE YOU”
You whisper back in my ear with the sweetest voice I have ever heard “I LOVE YOU TOO, MORE THAN YOU’LL WEVER KNOW”
And all the distress is gone.

I see you holding me; our hands intertwine, immediately our spirits connect.
In my belly I feel. I feel affection.
Embrace me please keep holding me.
Motionless we stand, in one position we embrace,
Silently we both cry…pain? No!
Tears of joy, finally we are together again, in a pool of love heart-to-heart
You pull back with a smile on your face and say to me “I WILL NEVER LET GO”
Once again you hold me tight in your arms and still you embrace me.

Entangled in emotions time stops,
Entangled in emotions life stop?
No…no…no life finds meaning for a few seconds…minutes…hours
We moved into eternity, people around us stare but we don’t care.
We both know the moment too precious will never come again, we continue to embrace.
I wake up with tears on my face, my pillow wet and you are not there, so much pain and despair.
All I wanted was you to embrace me but I feel…all I feel…I feel your spirit around me

Realizing embrace me was just a dream, I bitterly wept
Time stooped, I’m not in eternity this time round,
But because I missed you time stopped?
When we met again, even if it lasts us hours,
All I need is for you to embrace me, yes for us to cuddle up and in silence just hold hands.


Friday, 16 November 2012

My Love Sonnet

An overflowing feeling fills my heart
A smile on my face says so much but I don’t know where to start
My heart beats irregularly, with my stomach full of butterflies
Your character spectacularly captures my soul, immediately I feel like we are allies – soul mates
I’m hoping that when you finish reading this sonnet we will finally connect
I’m praying for a sign so that I can forever make you mine

An overflowing feeling fills my heart
I’d literally breakdown if we would ever part
I can feel my spirit hugging yours
And all my being wrapped in the essence of yours
We fit together like a jigsaw puzzle
I sit and try to figure it out but it’s still a marvel
This is my love sonnet
And with it I’m trying to be honest


Thursday, 15 November 2012's sickening...

you see, i'm sick and tired of women saying all men are the same,
i'm sick and tired of women treating love like just another game,
i'm sick and tired of falling in and out of love all over again,
i'm sick and tired of thinking about this it's just filling me with pain,

you see most women are shallow and they have no shame,
pointing fingures like they don't know who to blame,
pouring all their burdens on me because I fit the frame,
like i'm part of the fire just another burning flame,

being male, doesn't make one a man,
a real man sticks through the troubles, he doesn't hit and run,
for his mistakes, do I really have to burn?

we make love, just because it sounds fun,
you call me hun, just because you can,
not that any feelings are involved, it's just a dry run,

so please understand that I LOVE YOU,
what I tell you is true,
and if you have half a brain, you will know what to do

Wednesday, 14 November 2012

daddy please stop

Hush little baby don’t say a word,
was all that came out of the little blackbird’
just another sad song to ease the pain,
of all that is around her and the lost youth she would never regain

‘ daddy please stop,’  is the song  in her head,
‘ mummy why don’t you believe me and all that i’ve said?’

Her young life now hopeless, her eyes tear stained,
 all the showers she takes will never wash away the pain,
 she takes cocaine to numb the hurt she can’t unchain,
 but when its dark the beast roams again,

‘ daddy please stop,’  is the song in her head,
‘ mummy why won’t you believe me and all that i’ve said?’

Her cries in vain,
 like Abel’s upon Cain,
 her wrists scarred with the attempts of suicide she could not attain,
 her mind is filled with hatered for it’s all that sustains her,
 all the nightmares she has she can never contain,

‘daddy please stop,’  is the song  in her head,
‘ mummy why don’t you believe me and all that i’ve said?’

Now she’s a grown woman, thinking all men are inhumane,
 her life ruined her clothes bloodstained,
 the monster in her mind she wishes him slain,
 a  far fetched achievement but in her mind, her favourite song remains

‘daddy please stop, i cant take it no more,’
‘ mommy why could you not stop him long ago?’

Sunday, 21 October 2012

Joy Within A Storm

Clouds become heavier every second
The sky becomes darker and darker
I hear the sound of a strong wind stirring them up
Storm? Yes! Storm! In amazement I jump out of my bed
By every sound of thunder my heart stop for a while, not because I’m fearful
But because it’s the sound I heard inside me when I first saw you, when I heard your voice.
By every strike of lightning my eyes open wide with shock, not because I’m scared
But because it’s the first same kind of glow I saw when I saw you, when I looked into your eyes.

Like the storm fills the earth, your presence in my life does the same
Like the roar of thunder overcomes any sound around, your voice does the same to me
Like the sparkle of lightning as it strikes, your love for me makes my eyes glow, my heart flows.

People see a storm approaching, they become restless and start to panic…oh what a nightmare!
But I see you coming to me; once again I prepare my heart for the joy it’s about to experience
They wait in anxiety for the storm to come; I wait patiently for you to arrive.

Yes! Finally it pours heavily on earth, the streets are full, and the rivers overflow
Yes! Finally my heart is filled, my love for you overflows
Once again I feel the blessings of having you as part of my life
Every time there’s a storm, I’m reminded of you
Oh what great joy I feel, my heart, my spirit, my soul, they all admit.
Heaven and earth submit, this is joy, skies above and seas below all are part of my story, the joy within the storm!


Blind Patrick

We lived in a two bedroom semi detached house in Mayfair and our Landlord (who was also our neighbour) was a blind man whose Christian name was Patrick. I don’t know that I ever knew his surname and I certainly can’t remember it now so I refer to him simply as “Blind Patrick”.
Every day except Sundays, Patrick would walk the three blocks from his home to the tram terminus where he would board a tram to take him into the City. In the City he would walk a block and a half to his spot beside the Northern aspect of the City Hall and there he would stand all day, tin cup in hand, begging for a coin or two from passersby. At about five-o-clock he would leave his spot and retrace his steps home. I knew his routine because I had once travelled into the City with him.

Blind Patrick

Ears straining to detect amidst the familiar comforting sounds
Those that warn of danger
He walks with cautious confidence born of years of practice
White stick, tap tapping

Boarding the tram for the trip into town is a long acquired skill
Performed with exaggerated action
And the sightless journey is punctuated only by the greetings
Of those identified by voice alone

Alight at journey’s end and tap with measured step the distance
To his own appointed place
There to stand protected by unwritten law that forbids intrusion
By another of his kind

A penny in a tin cup rattles to attract those who would make
Some small donation
And for those passing guilty by looking at some distant point
Just a hint of a smile

What visions inhabit his mind? What shape and size and colour
Does he apply to city sounds?
For never having seen these things do they appear to him
As they do to us?

Does he simply accept them for what he has been told they are
Giving them no further form
Content that they exist as described by some sighted soul
Needing nothing more

Is he certain only that today will pass as did yesterday?
And as will tomorrow?
Content to challenge with unseeing eyes that which he knows not
Yet knows so well?

Is each step taken, each day successfully negotiated
A singular achievement?
Or is he so accustomed to his lot that like us his only fear
Is of the unknown?

Seek no answers in his face for his serene countenance
Affords no clues
Nor do his unseeing eyes yield solutions but prompt instead
Further questions

Keep then your secrets Blind Patrick and continue in weather
Fair and foul
To challenge the sighted world with indomitable courage
White stick tap tapping