Salon...!

The chill of the evening air circulates almost unconsciously
to commune the characters of the atmosphere

The moon is ideally in its premature phase but bids souls alike to be matured...in time, in memory, in harmony...
Characters in company, imbibe the rise n fall of moments in glee, short smirks, few frowns as the air fills my lungs!

My knee! touches the surfaces of a cushion demanding 3 bills!
1 for the fingers tugging my hair and 2 for the fingers wallowing near...

Consequently, growing numb ...i don't care where...the moon turns
or how the air thickens the follicles of my nostrils!

I'm imbibing now the corners of my own world

Biting my lips not to spilll worry
stretching my legs to relieve tension
closing my eyes to surrender....
the tubers of anger
and bud new colours of glee!!

the salon and me...

la musique

Saxophone, trumpet, drums....the 'Sombah'
The beat....builds and builds...sticks enclosing in their diameters on flat steel
The curtains are blown, with the minds of musicians, the souls of listeners
tap...their...feet..to...the...beat
spinning...smiling...clapping...rocking...enclosing....
Picture perfect
and memorable

Trumpets sound their rhythms, i kicked some bags.... grinning
as they switched... from classical to jazz
my thoughts are aloft competing with other 'soar climbers'
Piano....oooh.....my skirt spun in swing of rising excitement

Fingers, masculine...collage?.. the nape of my neck then travelled to meet with ripple nerves slithering, too, to the base of my torso
the moment's aglow, two...smothered in gusto
no clue....only spontaneous
the rhythm contain us, INSANE US, sweeping duss'
off the floor then the roof

The tempo rises to a sudden stop!......silence ........................................................
with it went my flare...mental flare...moment's fanfare
My shoes swayed with my knees, then shoulders...
puppeted, only, by memory
my eyes...communicated inexplicably!

I grinned, leaning my forehead on a familiar shoulder
now calm, in synchrony, truth ?...a monopoly

For after all, the world was 'forsaken' the music had taken....us
through a moment's..... dance......

RAGE

Pungent now, staining and infecting all surrounding
An entity of unresolved hate, unquenched thirst, and fire inextinguishable

Influenced but rejects for selfish gains
a 'fixation' subtle within a character that overshadows
not even mammary hands can mould it
she screams to compound, she pushes to bully, she withers at the mere release
of TRUTH

The truth hurts
"blood' flows and heats to meet with an irrational heart
sobbing to generate empathy
sobbing to attract mercy
and to its fortune, disembodied hearts melted and fed

These hearts, though relentless to past happenings , bears the fury of the repeated, the overly endulged, the bulge of discomfort, the 'lump' of a product selfish and pompous

my 'judgement' may be draconian
my palms moist of the 'unspoken'
my thoughts perhaps connected to the undisturbed, unbroken bloodline
but my intentions are contrary and passive-aggressive

until i'm weary, this shall it be !!
until i'm weary, this shall it be!!

Surreal....

Peering through the prison of my fingers is a package: 'pregnant', paired n imperfect!

A package surrendering and serving a world that thirst for vision n hunger for peace!

Consuming and dispensing...believing and rebuking the mass of catostrophic thoughts, insignificant memories n repulsive events!

I'm washed and liberated by "A moment in time"
I'm possessed by the scripts in manifest...je ne comprends pas! mais...my visions are profuse
there's no use...

i am oddly identified with those in similar 'dungeons' bearing the ray of introspection, stretching to rehabilitate, remind n reconcile

i am identified as a vessel bearing the weight of others and setting myself peripheral.

i am identified with my coloured colleagues
who know not the gleam that emanate from their smiles...who know not; the effect in retrospect to my condition, my ambition...my understanding...my peace

surrounded by the unborn, the infant-minded n the mature

I am a seed from the past...harvest of the present...feast of the future

I am a seed from the past...harvest of the present...feast of the future!

replica

Carefully...'they lay'... side by side....even...aligned...undisturbed...focused
like the synchrony of birds soaring high...an army of marching ants...converging rays

I'm supported.. by the verses that leak willingly, favourably to satisfy its oblivious intent.
as the 'window shopper', my face is pressed against the transparency of your world yet stumbling n well entwined in your vision, your ink, your soul...

In focus.. with your wants needs and needs wants...'aligned' i hear your voice
i feel the 'spew' of past and 'hold' of the present!

i feel the reluctance in your 'tug' to sever...unreel...recap?
I'm drawn n dragged by your resistance pup. 18peted by a place against your mortal will

I'm here! nestled...fetal...untouched..unurtured, clutching, waiting, too, for 'chosen' hands to brush n moisten the parch of distance...disconnection...distraction...disparity?

I'm here to fulfill my involvement
I'm here to complete the unfinished
I'm here because...U...called...

Coke 'n' Cream

The melt of kinship smothered the evening!
The guard of neighbouring eyes widened, brows raised, joining with peculiar personas
frowns and smirks
Us...sips and burps to gratify the spill of fondness....
Like two peas in a pod!....heckles n “kicks”
Holding a pen but overflowing with emotions of 10

From a 'party' to a 'crowd'
From planned to spontaneous!
“Attraction” soon entered the circle
First hesitant then surrendered, too, with a heckle loud
time ran with laughter,
cream licking , coke gulping fun!
The wing of procrastination revisited
As the time to depart sagged the merely acquainted heart

We walked while the tongue of flattery coloured my hair among other reserves:
For after all we talked... interpersonally

"Bombarded by the times we spent so dearly..so unusually"

As disappointments emanated yet again
Bringing the “fanfare” to a sudden end
I gripped my pen

Resting to reassure “I can only be... your friend....”

sgnirtS evreN

From campus to cafeteria the wind of anxiety and woe fogged a feminine soul
Sharp words trickled from familiar lips to prepare for future reservations
The wind of silence swept and clung to clear nostrils
Oblivious to the fact that those things new will soon wither old!

Fidget... fradget ...fridget...fradget
Silence!...the one medium which defined us
Now poisonous... as the snap and fray of strings
Dwindled to an eventful habit...fidget
Once more in eerie murmurings I’m bitingly fearful
Of the being in focus

Your appearance was as blurred as your speech...
For after the utterance of “SAVOUR”
I had a gleam of hope and I surrendered to autobiographic detail
Detail I longed to tell you from the very beginning!!
but nothing had prepared me for this baffling bit
which threw my senses in a complete fit and curtailed the evening disgustingly SOUR

From blurred to in explicable you grew to me
Why didn’t you just tell me as it should be?
How am I to fathom in a moment like this
that the “SEVER” you said wasn’t the SAVOUR I heard?
How am I to take the SEVER you said and
rest......... peacefully in bed?

I simmered not in anger but in haste
for events outward became inward
Only to continue the fog of discomfort
Beginning to think my confusion was shared
When you dared not consult “HE” who declared!

In my moments of solitude I prayed for us...for you
You must have known the outcome
If you failed to do
For the task at hand wasn’t one of delicacy... may-be... that way for some
I’m disappointed... for you filled me up...and didn’t bother to notice
what was in your “cup”

I’ve grown weary to your way; idiosyncratic
To recline n sublime to the misfortune of two
I WAS REKLINDLING THE FLAME OF....(I’M SURE YOU KNEW)
For nothing good is acquired easily
I can only wish you well...
I hope, from the bottom of my heart, that your future “incline”
would not be done...similarly.

VINDICATE ME...

The paths I trod on are damp at the surface, stagnant beneath and brick hard at the bottom,
Each staggered step triggers the voluminous siren of my soul
How much more, O Lord, must I endure?
Is this the product of my prayer!...or my peculiarites?

The paths I trod are sinking hopelessly, swallowing a hapless victim!
My heart ’wells’ in pain, O Lord, I yearn for the ‘tug’ of my ‘lines’ to remind me of your everlasting presence
Speak to me ’O Lord, what more should I do
to prepare, repair, interfere....and ensue

Omnipotent Redeemer! I’m trapped in my own kindness
I’ve prayed, not in anticipation for this season
Without warning! my hopes, my expectations, my love?
Has been cast aside by the very photographic hands that inspired them
How am i to know i wasn’t ready?
Isn’t this what you planted?

Almighty healer, hear my cry before I’m too sodden and saturated to peel, pull and give again
I loved because I felt it
I loved because it came from the ‘guttermost’ of my heart
I loved because you loved me first!

And i can only give what you had bestowed
your intentions, I KNOW, are not for me to understand
but couldnt it had been different? delicate?
why instead...raw? n draconian?

I revealed myself not to petition for a position
but to clean my spotted, speculated end of the coin
stamped, scraped, spat' n smothered; seemingly reflecting the contrary
the contrary to your worship, your beliefs, your home...!

From a switch... to... a circuit of tangled wires, fraying insulation and a missing fuse!

but unlike man and all that dribbles from his mortal lips
My God will repair, renew and make whole.... again

I wish you well

My friend

I wish you well

25th September,2010

The toss of winds past, cleave to memories of characters present
The hint of happiness, the quench of an ongoing thirst, the ray of light to reveal the falsehood of destined darkness
Give rise and right now to telepathic souls

We’ve met at intervals to rekindle these memories
Memoirs than memories where you’d talk and i’d listen
Where you’d write and i’d listen
When we’ll hug and i’d listento your thoughts....to your rhythm... to your beat
The clash of similar interests, mutual comfort and the nature OF LOVE


And while we were apart
My concerns grew to overwhelm other “sanctuaries”
Intimate n acquainted...kin n integrated
Only to save a portion of my world to accommodate your return
Until that space grew narrower gradually grappling with reality
Until comparable with that of a magnet
only to attract pessimism, doubt...AND WORLD PEACE

Tarrying no more on those barren grounds
Alas!! You have returned
To share again...laugh again....gaze at the moon again
Tickle my feet again....i’m writing again
This feels right again
Eagerly anticipating adventures of this new chapter
I’M EVEN MORE CURIOUS WHAT’LL HAPPEN AFTER

Inspiration

I imagine...! The gleam in your eyes.

The fix of your stare to question a certain phenomenon

Like you: intricate and intimate, tender and teasing, seasoned and simple, affable and comparable with... the shimmer of moonshine on wavy “ice”

I stand to beckon my whole inspiration...two in one!
The 1 to my SONG AND VERSE.

Like planets that co-exist but of separate worlds.
Representing one body ...one soul...one sign

Me and “1” or you and I...GEMINI

To you...

You must have thought that i've forgotten you
but you're my dear cheeky lil sis'
well!.. it would be a shame if you believed that to be true!

i can't baby you with nice talk anymore for unlike your age
your mind is climbing soar!

you're Vivacious.....Assertive...naturally Cool...Queer......Unpredictable and cannot be taken for a fool!.....Energetic...Lure-acratic(the meaning speaks for itself) i can go on but i'll be saving the rest for myself
i wish you well in all you do and looking forward to even more eventful days
like this where i can simply scribble a rhyme or two!

Happy 21st Birthday and may the lord continue to richly bless you...!!

Memoir...

I can still feel the imprints of your fingers pressed against my shoulders
like a peck on the cheek, a sip of caribbean blue on a humid afternoon, a humorous gesture after the feed of sad news, or simply the consolation to calm, cool 'n' reassure another

I love you still
I don't know if this will change , but to stop would mean
stop thinking
stop reading
stop writing
stop......believing

Lashed and bruised to penetrate the unseen....
uproot the hidden and cripple the tangible

I called but you seem too inclined to your own world and your...way only resting to emerge the inexplicable!!
I'm naked ....trying to "bend" with limp limbs and a strangled " dumb-bell" to clothe myself

now you've left me with your world, your moon, your love, your coldness, your coolness, your seccrets......all nestled in my heart!

i've squirmed, squeaked, squealed, freaked, leaked in ways unimaginable
but it'll take more than my pen
it'll take more than my text to rekindle sentiments of my poet friend.

it'll take ownership to forget you to BE my lover
It'll take GOD to overcome my groping, my meekness
It'll take god to overcome you!

These words emerged from the past...buried in the present..... to be harvested in the future

Signed:Overflowing

Reminiscent....

Tossing...turning...more tossing....now tired turning
My eyes, stung by fiery yellow fingers which paved its way throughout my room; squinted to the light, then held shut tight
My sub conscience..! roamed along the memorable path of last night's proceedings.
A phone call which lasted for a minute or two....
A familiar voice even though "shaded", miserably "conversated" (it rhymes) which i'm sure stemmed from a "midnight's" dew...

(uhmm...let me see)

"Fingers" now mischievously clutching my head
"Get up!"....i swear i felt a puff of steamy air!
meddling, aimlessly through my now damp hair

"Off the bed" it continued, in passive violation

Oh my god....i wondered, is this my revelation?!

i sat up, fully conscious!....a name....a voice...a name...a voice
with hands grasping tightly on white overalls...searching, thinking, browsing, omitting then in sudden outburst
"who could be this ferocious?!"

"Sweet pea?" full lips whispered, then continued, " it has to be!"
If so!!....dear god, how can i flee?
eyes quickly captured the mobile mediator, a smile unfolded, pulse abnormally palpitated
"this ought to do it" i thought. if not, then what?
I waited for a response, three minutes m-a-y-b-e less
enough to notice that my bedroom was a complete mess
two hours?...(probably exaggerated) but you need to be here to know
that there's nothing nice about waiting whilst pacing to' n fro'

Finally i punched the numbers...a voice ....THE voice! i hesitantly conversed
Toying, giggling...then i hung up. Not an ounce of satisfaction ONLY worsened my thirst!

I sat and reminisced lenghtily, then went for a bite
frowned with sheer pessimism then grumbled
"Maybe tomorrow...........i'll fight"
signed: November 2008

Thinking part 2

Has the thought ever crossed your mind
that what you're up against is something powerful hence challenging
your status as an individual?

the evolution of the mind and body through psychological and physiological experiences
the revolt of disappointments that question your destiny
the emptiness of worldly objects that you trust in instead of the richness of your
instincts...your being...your soul

but i've learnt that human beings establish a sense of purpose not only for praise and recogniton
but to self actualize, and hopefully develop inner peace
when freedom is suppressed, mankind is limited and ineffective

i am powerful!
i feel the twist and turns of a pending discovery...every single day
no one knows exactly what determines the ideal cut of key
so rely not on your worldly influences
but seek utterances, shrugs, whispers, smirks in low key
strive to be attentive
because this triggers the voluminous voice in self
hold on to that which jolts the spirit in you and let it lead
who knows where you may end up

Abstract

The room trembles with my roaring emotions
not because of its contagiousness but in effort to restore that which
I've buried, abandoned and banished

....the world and woes can be congruent as events repeat itself
i found something but i have only a narrow inclination of its nature, its depth and its intentions
for they come from mortal lips
but deep beneath my bossom,
a tiny voice resounds" keep it"
and try to explore its crevices long enough so that at the end...if at all
they are no regrets...

"Chocolate chip cookies"

We’ve met before in times of happiness and seasons of yore
We’ve met before… when his features were unattractive and boyish and my innocence allowed only this to engulf timid adolescent pleasures
Those of grins n greetings…favours n meetings unplanned
We’ve met before and conversed in more real ways than real is described

From associates to friends n friends to…
We’ve met, but, this time by charm on munch of chocolate chips
Only now revealing the mind of "one"… to show emotions through selfishness and damned the
Inevitable of another …

I was forced to conceal… for I’ve become selfish too, at the cost of my “reputation” by indulging his whispers and charm
His whispers different…seemingly dreamy… and we touched!!
My hands dampened at the thrilling sense of his finger tips, teasing grips and thin moist lips
We’ve met…but… this time different, after the feed of chocolate chip cookies
Like its contents, we haplessly melt n kiss’t
We’ve felt… the rage of subtle flames
Which now makes sense …”nothing comes from nothing”

The metamorphosis of childish games
The tumble of dust off shoulders soon after the quiver of a mid night feat.
And tho’ we’ve met afterwards... silence was enough to say the least
I may regret this bliss!…tomorrow
But today…I want to be missed!

Winds of Time

The residue of dust bearing the colour and scent of yester year settled on stiff hands

stiff to hold a pen or punch a letter

"why?" one may ask herself

Did it take the tainted air of the midnight's dew, or the nauseated view of images
smothering every passing hour which
lulled to days then weeks; pending months
until the spirit of inspiration re birth?!


why?
favourable turns cultivated unfavourable events
to abandon that which gave life
which ,inturn, buried the seed of misery
and its fruit, harvested


I sat twiddling my thumbs
gazing at the moons" for hope
but time had taught me a lesson
no matter which direction or distance of escape"
Destiny will always bite you in the a... the rear

to unfold again,

see again,

hear again,

write again...



I have all hope that i found my "red ink" pen

and not the comouflage of a feather immersed in coloured oil

i sit to bear the sentiments of past and allow the seasons and pages

to re develop, re create and re focus

only this time

I'll let it be...

Thinking

I sit to think, my thoughts on you
first like dandelions tickling the heads of stunted luscious green
then like "husk" settled in a tainted bowl of farine
served raw one night of drought
where stars glowed timidly and the Vykings',after prayer, slaughtered souls who cursed their mothers and stroked feathery felines on a charcoal steak
then they bruised their knees...to prey again
and beg for strength to ritualise their pathetic faith!!

I shudder to think, my thoughts on you
how ironic!.. they are
like you, once criticizing the taste of rich chocolate sundae
...When you served its contents, orally, to every "smacking" "clapping" colourless jello
sweeter than liquid of unmelted sugar
stirred but stubborn to the cause and blind to the occasion

I stand to think, my thoughts anew
simmering...trembling...kissing??...aching
in favour of a second glance, just to hear you
speak again...listen again...be humane again...tickle my feet again
there's more good in you than "good" in bold
Lose the hat and strangle the Vyking!!...within

In wait of truth

I sit tonight, in wake of truth
My tears are shed in abundance of you
They fall, heavily, to meet with blank pages
Then, sizzle at the fibres of potential passion...touching with the core
of sodden spirits
Often encompassed by mistaken love
staggering at false appraisal...whimpering at linings of "gold" after the melt of "silver"...
kissing hands of mortal deceit...sharing meals with, genuinely, favored twins of
medieval war
Blending sentiments of affection under sheets of sweat...sweet...sweat

I lay in wait, in light of truth
hoping, someday ,to meet with you
To devour your ways..."fingle" with the depth of your eager adrenaline...taste the sensuous secret of literary lips and be washed into the sea, just, to quiver at the sight and sound of my rescue..inevitable

I rest in wait, in light of truth
to stay with you...ramp in the hay with you...sing "hooray!"
vulnerable and defensive,
favoured and offensive
Not on purpose but to rekindle, refine,inflame and ensue
the sweetness of wild grapes...ride on the trannels of sour chocolate??...dive in the legacy determined for heterosexual fancies...fantasies..

To love without thought of drowning dreams...dwindling hope... and suppressing Seeds of Light
To love and to inhale fumes of "crystal meth."...disturb the dirt of saints...
and NOT be afraid of death.

Sweet Kinship

I sat, for the first time, in my sculptured womanly age
Shoulders square and torso erect
voice articulate and hair relaxed, then spun, then relaxed again
My transformations from who i was and where i socialized
were obvious, distinct, fluent and astonishing!

I stared in her eyes of dilated pupils and shifted the tint of loss
her dark, chapped lips cackled in eagerness, "I missed you?"
At...that...moment i jolted to reality to find that, after 15 years of distance, i am touching with the rugged, yet nurturing features of my birth mother

Harnested hatred escaped like the flash of light and tumbled to a demeaning dungeon; bundling with neglect, abandonment and scrappy affection
and shared with it, their dust
Wrinkled eyes now tearful, searched my face; as weather-beaten hands clung to the dingy kerchief, perhaps one retrieved from a dump of dirt in a forbidden place.
Her head covered with a towel, held together by a red string and skin; holding residue of its fabric
as she shivered in a flimsy dress

I stared back; choking on the lump of sound caught in my parched dry throat
I stared back; melting in her " sweet world" of doom and sailing in the ship of contagious, chest-rib, stomach-gritting hunger

"I missed... you too" spilled my response coated with...unconditional love

I found my half, now consciously matching my features with hers

I found hope, bursting from the prison of my breast

We hugged...i cried...she screamed...
and we dried tears of happiness

I was happy...for the first time...

I was happy...

Perpetual Silence

The shores you docked were my domain
For mine, which once, shaken and uncertain were steadied
at peace and obedient and without shame
My world of yours
My thoughts were yours
Your hand held mine
and we were silent
Spoken words, melodious vocals and moist lips
limited our language of passion.....boundless creativity......and picturesque prose

The shores you docked were my domain
where we met ,melt and felt, in shapeless kin
to tame, mould and trigger the art within
and wash my hands of guilt and of sin
In the "deep"; feathery fins, naked halved moons and twigged cocoons were even ours to reap and to keep

The shores you docked were my domain
where silence cleaved to cold chapped lips.....soundless to weary ears....loquacious to frightened squirrels....and belligerent to "clapping-hips"
It....caught my tongue...motioned my fingers...gripped a pen
and channeled an able heart
As, i blissfully swung on the ropes of abstract art

Now your ship has travelled to other "sures"
To touch, heal and calm shaking knuckles
it was then, i rode the rage of Rumpelstiltskin
when i pricked a finger on his machine



Silence......................................

scurried to a narrow-escape...