High Times

Someday

I want to experience the sun

without the film burn effect

Feel a time of stillness 

without thinking something is missing

Ride and coast

Yet feel like I am all in control

Hands on the wheels

Steady going

No hydroplaning 

Someday

I want to set out on moons tail

Sword of light on comfort rail

Without ogogoro and concoctions

Sail forth on waterfronts

horizon, peak and clear

without seeing the dead reaching out

hands dragging me underneath 

Just enough air to breathe 

For me and me alone

Someday

I want to see my own blood

after squeezing my own heart

Unfrozen to finally bleed out

Simple World: free words

We are all always at the brink of war. Two things can be true because the river banks continue to be broken in half.

I see the world in shades of blue and brown for the calm and land claiming. What is danger to me? have I truly felt danger? Do I need to?

My mind is truly unhinged – that is what I say to myself when I cannot control my thoughts. I think everyone is to continue to believe in the programming.

Monsters with tendencies and hydras living in the amazon. The beasts these days have many heads to exert pain and delusions. It is the price we pay when you choose the wool and your hands cannot stop the bleeding.

Tap in – the youth is leading the battle field – a millennium – niobium – ilmenite 

Illegals at the border – seperate first : the spirit of breaking lives on. 

New era – new names 

Osanobua – the creator 

The sand and the snail

In the snail came sand

Before and after

Karma

Now, maybe the reason i go crazy

Every angles, every paper

Dollars and wipes to cry on

These clothes stainless

Heart full of brim though

The world caves in

Not a telsa in sight

Si, and an

Lately lately 

I am moving without care

Like i always did

Only now without recourse

Or so i think

No voice of reason

All past hate i used up

Without care for others

Directions wherever belle face

Paper exchange and its a good high

Her vice, yes 

Mine? Who knows

I heard it comes

Anvil on neck

Now, maybe the reason i go crazy

Knowing later, she will come

Asking for her heart, blades at my throat

A Single Key

A stomach bellow from Louie’s arm

An encore galore

Strings, trumpets

A voice robotic

Passed metal containers

My pain, your pain

Into the next voice

Piercing through

Of cotton and tears

An angel sitting on the window

The color contrast

Coal choked strong

He sings, gliding softly

The keys start

She follows, guiding strongly

Holding his own

In the presence of an Angel

She has to sing it twice

Stressing peace to a summertime baby

Apple Memories

It is your eyes that is killing me

When i scroll through hidden albums

Pinching using both fingers

Scrolling up those years

Staying careful in these times

many photos after our dance

I do not want to lose touch

Life metrics on your face

You on the other side

A still in time

I, present now

–

It was always your eyes that killed me

Your eyes washing away the mud

clearing the purple spell

cast on the southern blue

And many such kinds

Your letters from the Pretoria hills

A mix of strong wind from September

In my head or mind

I recollect many painted pictures

Words on a canvass

–

Sorry,

The building holding us

Forgetting about what you knew

Am I new to you?

An answer maybe

The train ride beyond

If nothing else

I knew I made you think

I did

You held your voice

I told you it was okay

I embraced all of you

Yet I missed your better half

Timing is all i want to say

I know i know

I refuse to say the first words of this

Strong beams holding me back

Ngiculela

The vision from the mind

Enters the eyes

From the soul

Tongue waits

The heart must beat

Hold its weight

In fours

Red passing veins

An everlasting rhythm

Every chamber

A flush

A rush

When the spirit is one

In place

And you are ready

The tongue is free

For remember

The vision from a soul

Electrifies all

Those of

tomorrow and of future memories

–

With love,

Thank you

–

Your Dad

Furthest back

Some where, far away

Night dancing, pitch black

Hands out, reaching

How far can I go?

When I close my eyes?

What do I see?

Is pain the first to answer?

What regrets do I have to conjure?

Grief holds these bones

Out there in the sky, raining

I know where to go

From the steps of airplanes

Evenings walks with loved ones

Memories hitting full picture

I cry, sometimes

Only at night

How far back can I reach?

I look up

The sun burning souls into stars

knocked down from up high

–

Just yesterday

Another, soared upwards

Palm spread wide, reaching

into cluster of memories,

Nothing further?

–

Today is not for dreams

Earth holds me strong

What is gone, will come

The Roaming Traveller

Oh what a brief moment

A comet rushing to earth

In haste when it pierces orbit

A new demon or another old angel

In clothes made of the stars themselves

Chain spools of gold rhinestones

Further than the eyes can capture

We, beings of celestial ordinance

–

For a brief memory

To taste air

To feel sea

To hear mountains move

Old towers full of energy

The first beings of earth

Back to the senses

To see thoughts

To hold love

And finally to return

–

Only a short while

In truth it is forever

Captured in a capsule

The truth never runs

Stagnant like eternity

The lies we tell ourselves

To stay grounded on here

Only when bones grow weary

Mind reawakened

Once dulled by the senses

Only then we accept

The return

The repeat, some say

Sky Reign

At the end

After the fall

Stars, they said

I fell high

High onto what?

Dust or due

Mine and mine

I go and igor

Lights on red ground

Front and center

I bleed through

All under, Infected

Never purged

ELSE!

Blood, sweat and tears

Bones gnashing and soul screeching

My answer to the most high

Goats to the slaughter

Lambs for the plunder

Huh?

Cant hear you

I always return,

remain

My reign never surpassed

At the end

After the fall

A star – look, they said

One More Time

How many times must i prove?

How many mistakes to show

Star shooting and fallen gems

Body transfers and senses renewed

How many moons must I sleep on?

Suns, lay-bare to bake in

So many times i have appeared

In forms only you know

In voices, only we have shared

Inside your deepest ache,

During your strongest laps

Times when hands bled

I surround you, yet you’re aghast

I hear you even without words

I hope you do the same

–

The wind, the stars affirm my dreams

Of wanting and

reuniting with you

In an astral plain just like this

Where touch and embrace

Is but a soothing comfort

How many times must i come back?

Trips to the ends of time

Flight to the furthest of the watchers

How many times?

Tell me love, give me a sign

One i can remember

Two, that I may write on my soul

To not forget lightly

This merry ground has been exhausting

How many times can i say?

Our love is one of bone shedding

Soul bending, twisting

that itch that never goes

In parallel times or not

–

How many times must i try?

I guess till you say the same

“One more time”

and then i will finally stop