PAST AND PRESENT

Cast doubt upon a known truth

A path of least resistance has been chosen

Its dire, needy, hopeless and a bit pathetic really

Longing to belong in a place and state of perpetual bliss

Is this real?

Am I dreaming - If I am I wish to remain asleep

For the earth is harsh, cold, desperate and ominous

A place full of gargoyles masked as heroes

Flicker that lighter against my skin

Makes me feel more alive than I have in ages

A sort of needed destruction of the body

This helps to free the mind of all evil, of everything

THE IT FACTOR

They drape the fine contours

With a whisper

So soft and pure

Along the backs of my thighs

They fall so gracefully

How delightful the feel

Of silk and air

The embroidery exquisite

Grand layers so well placed

Its a classic

Warm summer breeze

Smell of carnations

Crisp blue sky

That is what I remember

When I wear this dress

SKIN

I shouldn't love you, they said

We aren't meant to be, they declared

Our differences outweigh our love

They so blindly concluded

My skin does not match yours

I am dark and proud

You are vanilla, sweet and comforting

I love you, not the colour of your skin

I am afraid sometimes

Of what they will do

When that anger erupts

We are one, take it or leave it.

NEXT PLEASE

Runs deep

So deep I can hardly breathe

I long to sleep

My eyes will not shut

A constant reminder of the sins

Perhaps I am a bit of a nut

Covered from head to toe

The water feels so warm and inviting

Sometimes I think I need more

What is it that I really need?

I don't even know

Too late, already done the deed.

CLOUD 9

Smile through the barb wire

Laugh with the wolves

Dance among the vultures

Don't forget to keep count

Shortened dreams I have

All cohesive but wild

Deep is the cut

Yet I still slumber

Laid here to rest

Soon I will rise

Perhaps even conquer

I'm still learning

I KID YOU NOT FOOL!

Its that time

when all is clear

a word and song

reflects on it all

the pain and agony

of all our ancestors

to make this

and every other day

a memorable one

is hoping a crime?

So they said it would last

A little longer this time

I would do very little

Just so we could test the waters

Find out for ourselves

What lies beneath the facade

The constant smiles

that seem so sincere

yet behind them lies a sinister plot

Nothing will hold me back, not even the past

I gather these flowers beneath my feet

A constant reminder of what is to come

The beauty and life around

Is bestowed upon us by the most high

Why then does he forsake me?

I am starting to feel ignored

I have called to him many times

Sometimes I shouted

I bet you he heard me then

I cannot wait until we meet.

LESSONS

They have cried their faces dry

Against their will,uprooted from their homes

On big ships they sailed far away

Never to see home again

Made a new home they did

Freedom they lacked

Escaping a fantasy they dare not try

Generations believed in silence

Of the heart and soul

Baring the burden of a slave

Is all they had ever known

Their offspring goods for trade

What insolence if they dared protest

Their captors displayed arrogance

They said we would never succeed

We were inferior, born to serve

A race of meek, simple minded people

Boy - how I wish they could see us now

Teachers, doctors, clergy, entrepreneurs

The list is endless and shall continue to grow

We as a people will never ever again concede

POST DEPRESSION

I wish for many a thing

Most I will not see in this lifetime

What I have will suffice

Though my mind can't help but wander sometimes

Always waiting for that phone to ring

Money, power and fame

Eludes me to no end

Is the measure of worth equivalent to my assets ?

Or have I never learnt how to play the game

Time and again I wonder

What life would be like had I not gotten on that plane

To another land with the promise of milk and honey

I just hope I do not end up going under

My fingers are crossed

As they seem to always be

I secretly wish to be somewhat relevant

Every action sometimes seems a little forced

Try as I may to be true to my art

Forces around me seem to pray my demise

I hate the idea of compromise and surrender

Backlash is imminent, but I am content for the most part

IRRECONCILABLE

Leaving seems so hard

Staying is an alternative

I hope he doesn't get mad

The words are trivial

Quiet aches and pains

My story is a little serial

Ruffle my feathers he did

Quiet down for a moment

Ultimately taking the lead