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