Blood runs cold
Clotted and thick
Drops splatter onto the tiled floor
Squeezes between the unseen cracks
They reach out with fire
Burn the bridges of humanity
How easy it is to take a life
When life's meaning is lost
In the cracks in the universe
Yet they speak like we do
They laugh, they cry
They bleed and once they dreamed
But we stand poles apart
On the edge of extremity
The uninhibited and the inhibited
My blood runs hot
And theirs is cold
You and I exist in the wind
It carries our unspoken
It whispers our silences
It is the only place
Where we can allow our desires to flourish
We have reached a state of turmoil
That has become natural
Our lips speak untruths
While our silences shout what is real
We are drifting aimlessly
Because we fear definition
Once the truth is spoken
It takes form
And we cannot allow it to take root
What's ur cause?
Do you bleed tears in the face of poverty
The skeleton is children breathing death
As life leaves their bodies prematurely
Mothers powerless
While their souls turn to dust
And their hearts break with every laborious cry
Are animals ur thing?
Have you protested against whaling
Cried when your favourite puppy died
Taken comfort in a purr against your ear
Or is global warming what burns indignation into your spirit
As your fellows pursue their selfish purpose without thought for the inevitable extinction of our species
Glaziers melt and drown cities
The earth opens up and takes back what belongs to her
What is your cause?
What tragedy bleeds ur heart?
She idly pours herself over me
Oblivious to the intensity of the simple act as I bend into her
I feel her fill all of me and I return the favour
We drift rudderless feeling our way over the waves of a turbulent ocean of desire
We have become every song, every poem, every manifestation of erotic thought
We have become every illusion and every fantasy as we realise the silences that precede acts of lust
We have turned our backs on society's political correctness
And colloborate in a duet that celebrates the physical and spiritual
Untainted by romantic notions of love
Have you ever your heart stop at the moment of climax and touched the heavens, even for a moment?
The spirit returns to its place amongst the stars before being jolted back to this physical reality
In that lies the beauty
Love, at that moment, is a mere after-thought that we bask in while sharing a cigarette
Or simply catching our collective breaths
Without lust
Can love
Make a home
In our consciousness
She sleeps
And I follow closely
Is there anything sweeter
Or more perfect
That this moment?
These are the end of days
When his children shall scour the earth
Crawl from the cracks in the earth
From deep within the core
The angels of hell are scaled
Fire-breathers, demons of madness
These are the end of days
But god's angels man the gates to humanity
They are the keepers of dreams
Watchers of god himself
Because we are created in her image
An image defined by the individual we
These are end of days
The battle has begun over deserts
When it should be fought in our hearts
The illuminati has redefined our futures
Taken us to the precipice
And violently whispers us over the edge
These are the end of days
These are the end of days
The future lies in our voices, in our hearts
And in our pursuit of truth
The end of days shall end
And we shall return to the beginning
The eyes are windows to eternity
Reflections of infinite dreams
Lived in fantasy
How beautiful they are
Speaking in truth
When the lips speak detours
Our souls peer from behind them
While we attempt to guard our fragility
Our pupils expand and contract
When we least want them to
And so we hide behind man made shields
Afraid that we shall reflect truth always
Her eyes speak volumes
The depth of passion
Vibrates beneath her skin
Her lips tremble
When we touch
As she mirrors the murmurs of my lust
And moans a collective sigh
We are piano keys playing harmoniously
We are every instrument played
We are every song sung
We are a duet between lovers
She exhales into me
Her breath leaves a residue of passion on my tongue
Before tracing my insides
I crave her like cocaine
He sings the words I wish I could speak
This son of warring factions
Perches himself on the face
Inhales the best of two worlds
And spits out a spiritual truth
There is nothing greater
When your unspoken words
Come back at you on wind
They dance between the spirit's strings
Take ownership of your heart
And send you flying into yourself
You drown in the waters of his song
His fingers play your soul like an acoustic guitar
His voice carves truth into your skin
His heart is yours, speaking on your behalf
You return to silence because any thought you speak will be inadequate
Instead you listen to him speak your words
Instead you let him unwrap the petals of you
And lay you bare before humanity
It is possible to love spiritually
The physical an inconvenience you do not allow yourself
It is possible to transcend the trivial pre-determined ideals of human ego
It is possible to be engulfed by that which is born of another man or woman's mind
Without expectation or demand
It is possible to be in love with music
And those that give birth to it
(Wrote this while watching Lenny Kravitz Unplugged. My dream is to write a book filled with poems about my favourite artists. Those who overwhelm me and, often, silence me with the beauty of their creativity. Those who speak my words when I am speechless. They are so many: Marvin Gaye, Jimi Hendrix, Prince, Terence Trent D'Arby, Seal, Carlos Santana, Darius Rucker, Bob Marley, etc. There are artists I enjoy, but there are also those who engrave their words and sounds on my heart.)
My Development has been Arrested
So I travel Lyte
In search of the Lost Boyz
There were last seen in between the 2nd and the 3rd Bass
Puffing on a phat Mary J
Big Daddy is in court as witness for the trial of the year
Kane killed Abel and figures its no Biggie
He's Notorious, sees himself Smooth
Never been out of jozi
But reckons he's got peeps in Boogie Down
Meanwhile these thoughts weighing me down
Just plain Heavy, like my friend Darrel, but we generally just call him D
He into sound EFX
It's raining and the hail coming down like Ice Cubes
Was feeling Brand Nu this morning
So so def jamming to Dre on my walkman
I'm a Brat, this I know, oh so Grand
But my baby cares for me
We spend our weekends
Picnicking under a cypress tree on the hills of the city
The years have slipped by
