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.