YESTERDAY

A flower faded yesterday,
none of us would want it to,
that flower that faded,
yesterday . . .

a song faded yesterday,
no more beat we could hear,
the song abated,
yesterday . . .

a girl passed away yesterday,
to us a shock it was,
the girl we loved passed . . .
yesterday.

We miss you

In a flash,
phlegmatic thoughts began to move.
At a swift pace,
a sedate voice began loudly to bawl.
That which occupied here,
occupies somewhere else,
and here,
this chair,
remains empty
like our lives,
our hearts,
No more.

PAIN

An ache,
when an internal wound
Inflicted in the heart


An anguish,
when the will
is thrown in the dustbin of the stupid

A sting,
that lures blood to ooze,
from a soft begrimed skin

An agony for abused emotions
an affliction untold.

A pain,
that is alien to asprinal treatments,
forced down the throat,
by deception,
by a false luring,

PAIN,
made to hope,
then rejected,

Invisible blood oozes,
corrupts cleansed motives,
leaves a permanent dent,
forever implanted,
in my heart,
on my mind,

I loved ...
But...,
was not loved back,
Its a Pain.

Floods

A drizzle,
A sprout,
Unstoppable,
All night,
In my home town.

Walls,
Fall,
Bridges tumble,
Children cry,
Fiasco in my hometown?

Bruised,
Robbed by nature,
Homeless,
Washed away,
Destituted,
Floods in my home town.

Let me lie to you

Now I know, Why you keep pushing me away
you think I am lying to you
when I tell you how I really feel.
Since you won't believe the truth,
when I tell you I am deeply in love with you,
Let me lie to you and say,
I DO NOT LOVE YOU.
Surely,
I think of you every moment each day,
I see you every time my eyelids meet,
I hope and look forward to seeing you
even as I am talking with you,
You occupy most of my mind's time,
but . . .let me lie and say
I DO NOT LOVE YOU.
At your sight my heart skips a beat,
hearing your voice makes the world stand still,
A moment without you is too long,
I would lie in the hottest water waiting for you,
With you a minute becomes a second,
without you a second is like an hour,
but let me lie to you,
I DO NOT LOVE YOU.
Let me lie to you and say,
I DO NOT LOVE YOU . .
Even though I do
But I'll say, just for your sake...
So that you will be happy
I will lie
I DO NOT LOVE YOU.

Telephone Lover

She clings unconmpromisingly,
Then stings a verbal venom to the child,
Hours pass,
Minutes die,
On the phone with her lover.

The temperature succumbs,
The weather awaits her,
Seasons refuse to change,
She is on line,
And you can’t touch her.

MOTHER’S WHEREABOUTS

Not in the kitchen,
Preparing food for the family,
Not in the living room,
Teaching her children life,
Not in the bedroom,
Entertaining the man she married,
Not in the porch singing lullabyes,

She is in the fields,
Hummings groanings,
Strumming leaf chords,
For the survival of her children,
Wondering what would have been,
If daddy did not desert her,
Now she’s become provider and nurturer.

To that girl: an apology

Hello,
I know it sounds familiar,
Like it was that day,
When I met you,
Your eyes met mine,
Mine, yours,
We fell in love, or did we?

You hailed me,
Said I was an epitome of a gentleman,
Audienced to your friends,
In your imagination,
I signed a thousand autographs,
You loved me, But did I?

No word was said,
Not that I am glad,
The eyes told a story,
We fell in love
Without taking a plunge,
You looked content
I was yours,
But were you mine?

In our meeting place,
We gave meaning to intimacy,
To those who enquired we retorted,
“Friends” – we said we were,
“Close friends” – we tried to explain,
You were overwhelmed by me,
But was I?

At first it was a glance,
Then a handshake,
Then a hug, a BIG hug,
Then a petty kiss,
Then a deep kiss,
You were giving yourself in confidence,
But was I?

You deliberately let go of your limits,
Gave yourself to me,
In the heat of the moment,
I was on top of you,
And you were on top of I,
Your eyes were closed,
Out of control,
You were showing total commitment,
But was I?

Six months later,
A seed grew inside of you,
Confusion reigned,
A baby? Now? No way?
You clung, and hoped
That we will be a close – knit family,
But did I?

Ten years later,
I took my way,
You took yours,
I met another, others,
You met another, others,
I am sorry,
But are you?

Well, all is forgiven (I think)
Friends, we still are (I hope)
Nothing to explain,
We glance,
We shake,
We hug
And that’s how far it goes.
I am sorry I broke your trust.

Used and Left to rot

It was love at first sight,
Went to bed the same night,
It felt good cause he had the might
And ‘twas she who switched off the light.

‘twas pure pleasure!
Beyond measure,
‘twas to be a treasure
That one - night stand leisure.

When the sun came up,
And the coffee was finished in the cup,
Those hands no longer the thighs rub,
All she wanted was something her conscience to scrub.

Up, he stood to leave,
In vain she tried to cleave,
But a clap in cheek he would give,
Should she go on, as if nothing happened, and live?

Alone,

In a struggle with myself,
Flesh against Reason,
Intuition against Rational,
Can I resist?

I resist,
But soon desist,
I am weak,
Weaker than I thought.

I proceed,
I wish I do not exceed,
Sensuality overpowers,
Spirituality denied.

Alone?
No, not alone.
My conscience still lives,
I resist, and the foe flees,
Like fleas in poisoned places,
Flesh desists,
And though I am still weak,
Yet, I am strong.

Freedom

He sits down,
in a meetingful gathering,
Smokes mushrooms in the aroemaed air,
These bosses
– free to smoke!

He stands,
after a deliberative intercourse,
stretches hands,
A dire smell fills the room,
He is a freeman also.

FIGHT ON

while here i stand,
in my people’s own land,
indifferent to idiosyncrasies, that conceals intricacies

while I still am called
by a name
intellect – bald
that’ll end any affair,
a name called kaffir

while I still involuntarily dance,

in a duressed violent stance,
to a sound of maiming guns,
and my lips no more tastes buns,

while I still am related
to a nation continually berated,
by those still in authority,
who still practise democratic atrocity,

while I still live in fear,
for it has all been made clear,
that while in work I spend time
some folk in my house do crime

while things remain so,
and the status stays quo,
I will fight on.

On a point of departure (After rejection)

Hallo, Sheila incarnate,
You have stooped so low,
Manipulating emotions,
and proud of that notion.

I say I miss you,
And you see a silly do,
Making fun of me,
And don’t care what I be.

You miscalculated my patience,
And thought I’d hang on one more day,
Yet one needs to seek clearance,
For one will burst should one stay,

Goodbye, Brooke of Ages,
You are now in history’s pages,
I love you still so strong,
Yet am now convinced you are wrong.