Dreams – SIMPLE WORLD

Am I Dreaming

In the land of Ubini

Some days I fall into the skies

sleep then I am awake

clouds, a picture of memories

on wings I float

a home is of two

And you are my one

my own to call my peace

a place to lay down

Sounds of your voice

Cutting through the atmos

Further I fall

The more I stand in balance

It is you

Bringing this reel of moments

a disarray of emotions

The past filled with survivors guilt

yet in your arms I am found

mind bending

Spacing finding

Our love on the wings of Bennu

Bible: open port

We are writing this book

Our own bible

Our own version

Our own voice and comments

Blues, reds and more blues

We had the old book to sit down to

Now we barely stand, hunched

spines all curved out

Typing and capturing our souls

into bits and data warehouses

I think further down the line

when we are no longer around

and only but cord away from disconnect

The masters of illusion, will then

plug a future generation into a different port

A new improved and container socket

will that future look back and read our bible with glee?

Our stories of gigantic feats and leaps

Our versions of stupendous bleak and failures

Living things finding ways to morph into phone screens

Is that a magic wand or an apple from a phone?

Creatures of ai springing instantly from pink-red blocks

Fear peddlers shouting from Truth churches

Upright men failing and breaking their founders neck

Pretoria women silenced from the blooming hills

Spies and snakes

shape shifting into leaders of the sun gods

In all,

What we write now is laid bare

waiting for those that will come in front.

Star Lights

Fast forward

Everything in ones twos

Pace of a matador facing red

Our legs barely land

Then soar

Our bodies left behind

Watching as we rise

Stars lighting up the night sky

Moon illuminating our minds

In this moment

Whether we stumble

kiss at the start of rain

No matter

Only after

The aftertouch

Hands locked

blemishes on knuckles

Sunlight burns

and mortal sins

Only after

When we return

Back onto bodies

will we feel and realize

that the longest part of life

lies away from these hearts.

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

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

Fall3n

Sometimes, wings appear

Barring teeth cutting gum

the blind closes

Night visions, illuminated eyes

A horn next

Crossing the line

Many times I feel

like hell and heaven

kicked me out and

closed both doors

Divine feeling

words on lips

when we kiss

The devil I mean

Her eyes locked on mine

Sky pact, when we bleed

Gives us the space to tangle

Stronger connection

Knock me off!

knock me down

I’ll hold on

While we rise

Same high same sight

when our Eyes do meet

A closed channel

No one dials in

Except me

And I like it that way

I stay and revel

In the ease of evil

drops of rain when I laugh

dark moments, I swim

gray clouds, I submerge

The energy, I savor

every drip, please on tongue

Stories of the Drone Children

Beats and bombs lament this world

In depths of pain

encrusted with insignia of war

children born lacking innocence

Believe me,

pain and despair, all for new souls

nothing left but depths of pain

encrusted to this bible called the internet

We, children always born without hope

Just hopeless, believe me

Like worms in belly

unknown to me

This war you bring tears me up

gun shells leaving my wells dry

Gradually, slowly

until starvation and famine

finally eats me up

Another child of the drone

lost to the silence of a dying world.

In my dreams

I stay in the clouds

Pass by some birds

Spoke tree tales

All alike, I found

Glory around me

Taste of clear thoughts

Water hitting skin

Already forgotten

That I had brown on me

Sun shining pure in heart

Further With Your Passion

Go with it a little further
Further past the bricks of schools
With it, grab that hunger
With it, grab the bad time
Combined, they come
Those damned nightmares
Full force, they haunt your mind
But that’s the life of a visual mind
The life of a soul designed to capture modern times
The life of a soul destined to paint
Forging pleasant ways for the future times

So, go with it a little further
That fire burning through your soul
That hunger that forces your words to bleed out pain
That gift that keeps you warm during the cold
With it, excel further past the naysayers
With it, fill your cup and live up your dreams

You’re almost there,
Almost there

dream on, dream well

My hands are red
With wine, and some squashed juice
My field is looped in depth
The world; round and square
Twisting and forming vibes
Reeling around, cube-like
The hurt from smoke
Found and lost, inhaling the taste
Then another puff
The world; fiery and spicy
Always giving back what I had sowed

Is there a heaven? I asked
For my peace is my heaven within
My end from the shouts of life

Is there a place called hell? I asked
For the earth is full of blood
Thinking back, the start of life
Brought me here, to the sand on ground

My destiny began as I held onto life
My cries confirmed the tales I had been told
So the stethoscope man spanked
Correcting me, cutting the cords that connected me
To a time when eyes were closed
And souls roamed sky, deep beyond the clouds

Is there an earth? I asked
Where living is full of peace
Far into green, away from greed
Am I there yet?
There where I can be free

For I am a soul
Born of sin, freed from chains
But why does the bondage of blood
Swell in the eyes I see?

So I reply, I say to myself
Dream on, dream well
For the life before now is at hand
Near to touch, un-afraid to grasp
A place where confusion is only a lost word

We are but spirits
Destined to cut loose from body
Back to a stagnant time
Where running is never desperate
To a place where the kingdom of tranquility awaits.

you’ll never find another until you find yourself – common