Since Your soul was sad and
Longed for me
My goal in life will forever be
To open Your eyes to
See Your beauty
Your wings will spread and
Take fairy flight
You are a perfect pixie in the night
You dance with the wind
As a butterfly kite and
Waltz with the moon
By his lunar light
Playful and impish
Your smile breaks the sorrow
We no longer must wish
For a happier tomorrow
We are together today
The magic in me comes from the
Power in She
Her supernatural spirit
Fills me with energy
A kind before I'd never conceived
She is a safe siren for me
That has intervened and
Showed me an entirely
Surreal state of being
So much so I question my sanity
Each morning awakened by Your face
A golden glow that fills my empty space
I will know I'm not crazy when I say
We were formed as corresponding shapes
Together as one We were carved from clay
[sorry Ben gibbard ;) <3]
Separated before but joined at last
Our future is now and
We forgive Our pasts
We will take it as lessons and shadows cast
Our presence together is infinite and vast
I am the sun and
You are the moon
In a constant chase
Keeping you on the move
If you slow the race and
Let me catch up with you
I promise to bring
Us something brand new
Do you believe and trust that it's true?
That I can Your super glue
Keep You from breaking apart when You're blue
Hold You together like
Wood and screws at
Your splitting seams
You are the rafters and
Beams above me
My comfort and
A beautiful building of safety
Surrounding my love
Creating shelter and serenity
You are my sweetie
When You hear this my dear
I am hoping that maybe
You will open your arms and
Embrace these feelings
You are the aura
With which I want to be
it is said that
a prophet finds no honor
in his own country
their hard truths
are heard as a
threatening to melt
the caked wax
blocking the closed
intolerant ears of
once found no
in his homeland
his people driven
from their land
gobbling the land
people from villages
and regions they
since the dawn
spilling Zulu blood
into roiling rivers
petitions of the
the blood of
against the innocent
by corralling them onto
where rivers do not
flow, grass never grows,
game cannot graze;
only the dust doth blow
riddling the captives
with torments of
mocking the speakers
of mother tongues with
the fained eloquence
of bastardized Afrikaans
the dominion of the
and affirmed by exiling
a people from their land,
outlawing their language,
dividing the nations into
a fallacy of separate
destinies where a forgetful
history blessed with amnesia
will anoint the conquerors
with the spoils of abundance
stolen from the vanquished
Madiba spoke of these things
and was awarded a prison
cell for twenty seven years
but the hostages of feigned
justice are always destined
to be freed by the arrival
of an accepted truth
set free by the very words
prisons cannot contain truth
steel bars cannot imprison
the divine justice of an idea
it slips through the smallest openings
like a wafting fragrance of the first day of spring
it saws away at the rust strewn steel bars
like the surest movement of a master carpenter’s arm
it melts the thickest links of iron chains
in the fiery forges that burn in the hearts
of all freedom loving people
the truth of justice
is born and takes flight
on the wings of history
covering the globes
nesting in the most
and mean estates
on God’s good earth
truth and reconciliation
can never be separated
planted together to grow
healthy nations and
trust and restoration
Madiba, you always
found honor with
the salt of the earth
the children of light
who seek to dispel
the darkness of
we continue to
walk your way
guided by your
we take the first steps
asking liberators to join
with oppressors, pairing
in a magnanimous walk
along wholesome pathways
perceiving the buena vistas
of reconciled communities
of peace, equality
and justice for all citizens
I caught a fleeting glimpse of Madiba
as he rolled by in the Canyon of Heros
showered under a June blizzard of confetti
and a resounding acclimation of love.
I was a plebe inhabiting a lower floor
Broadway office, yet my station blessedly
brought me closer to Madiba. As he passed
I was moved by his miraculous smile and felt
the colossal reverberations of his waving arm
triumphantly hailing the sweet freedom of
liberation all hostages of feigned justice
exude in the vindication of divine justice
enraptured in the joy of affirmed truth.
we are enriched
and blessed for
the time you walked
the good fight
for we shall resume
the climb to
the next mountaintop.
Well done Madiba
Rolihlahla “Nelson” Mandela
7/18/18 - 12/5/13
Ladysmith Black Mombazo
it was the first feeling he'd felt when he woke.
His right arm was torn off,
his skin was paler,
his feet were broken,
and now he lies a child in robot form.
although he'd been saved before they'd taken his scream,
he still wasn't happy, or calm,
for the room he lay in was but of the prison home she lived in.
he whispered, as slow footsteps where pierced into his ears.
Anna's voice was soothing and vague -
only when she'd speak to Jaylin.
they were friends and soon to be lovers,
until they ruined Jaylin's life.
She was the women's voice Jaylin recalled to hear in the wind.
"I've missed you, you fucking idiot!",
she said happily and pensively.
"what was there to miss?",
Jaylin replied knowing she would smile sarcastically.
And the sound of many monsters running.
The Wolves are here.
Given to hours just two alone
I find my way far gone.
I visit a world of alone emptiness.
No comforts just lack of dis-
When I return,
I look at loved ones like strangers.
Forgetting names and myself.
I smile more but care less.
My life of thunder slides away.
In it cracks the sound of nothing.
No futures, no pain, and just those eyes.
They peer soft as fire and hard as time.
If Love is a crown, her smile a kingdom.
Witness all the little things in life I can't seem to find..
I asked for your story because I wanted to feel your pain
So I found you, there in your post apocalyptic paradise
As you wrote the words to me slowly shedding light on the nature of your place
Lost between the words whispered from the lips of your so called dream..
Your puzzle to me summed up in the sentence
I'm not her
Its too late to ask you out with a stegosaurus card
My mom wont make you spaghetti
I don't have a soccer team you can guest play on, I cant meet you at a picnic
Compared to what you had I'm a shadow
And thats all you'll ever let me be
And I thought I could hear it, the nature of your inability to care for me...
but now it sits on my shoulder
Sometimes shifting its talons
I cry because you don't see me
And all the things I have done for you seem like nothing when I look at them through your eyes
But they were everything to me
each little offering offering of affection given to make you smile
every endeavor to make you happy
turned back and given to me as thorns
but you don't care
you are very sorry you say, but you just don't care
and the worst part is I understand now..
I can see how she's better in every way
except for that she left you all alone
So I can't fix you, I can't patch up the pieces she tore out on her way out the door
I can talk to you, I can be there, but
I can't make you see her any other way
I'm just nothing to you.. after all this time
You'll never talk about me like I'm a goddess.. you'll never look at me that way
and it hurts
His eyes caught me
From a distance I see
Dyed hair of white and dark blue
Like his lips, coloured
Like his smile, I see
Deep within the surface,
Is his hidden secrets
Deep within the smile,
Is his hidden pain
His eyes caught me
Shaded with dark thick lines
Closer and closer , I feel
His hair swept to the side
Like his voice
Like his laugh, I hear
Echoing beneath me,
Is his soothing voice
Echoing beneath me,
Is his pure joy
Today is the day
The day he’ll feel alive
The day he might notice
The day I knew ,
I truly love him.
to love me back will be everything
If I was more,
Will you love me?
Will you even care?
Someone as iridescent as you
As all the purity lies in you
Has taken over with a glow
Your smile is more true
Because of her
The mysterious 'her'.
Who is she that captivated your heart?
If I was beautiful,
Will you love me?
Will you even stare?
Someone as infinite as you
All the love that lies in you
Has taken over me
Your heart beats solemnly
Because of her
The lovely 'her'.
Who is she who made your heart beat?
If I was her
Will you love me?
Will you notice me?
Will you hold my hand
As you held hers on a cold rainy night?
Will you kiss me
That passionate as you desired that beautiful evening?
When will you say,
"I do... love you"?
... Will you ever love me to ashes?
But I will.
bess was her name,
she had soft pale skin,
scarlet red lips,
blushed pinky cheeks,
her hair long and silky,
her smile as if the sun had just ripened a mango,
well it used to be,
she no longer smiled for nothing seemed to make her happy,
from the largest mansions to the smallest flowers,
but none of it pleased her,
she no longer had friends,
after all no one wants to be with a miserable person,
she did have one secret that she was forever forbidden to tell,
No one knows to this day,
where bess is,
or her strange secret,
but just one person knows,
the mindkeeper knows,
but the mindkeeper is too hidden,
in the place not a living soul dares to go,
in a place with more and more filling the place every time.
I’d fling the sun far into your cut corner
and shove moonlight broadly onto your toenails
you would want for so little
as the oceans carry you to shores of your water borne desire
wicked is the world stream when high hopes pegged precarious
onto chalky lines that shift like changing clouds
and lend its kind illusory touch under the lee
end dashed like outcast mirrors whose use
is rod cracked like inside the core of acrid earth
where awaits hot lava in secret fissures to melt all ropes
to bridge so narrow a wing's gapped fluke
jerking maestroms circle overhead
inducing desultory plunge
finger pointing, egg-beating, giddy whirly-whirl
a day will come as yet unknown
when soul rags are panel worked and hylic sheathed
when latticed treats, as American as apple pie
will fill that tabled sky decked with cirrus tablecloth
averted seeker squint feels that cat-eyed wonder
flattened insect on a troubled screen with translucent beauty wings
lets in a dry smile chink of real life dust in heretical relief
bolt that flippin' door – shut out the vulgar world – make fast the curtain sides
broach the unslotted gap you know is yours and proclaim it wide: open sesame!
gouge your way into me.. till I’m fully plugged with light
caulk me with your fingers till my spine near cracks
spike my heart with currents from the milk rush of you
pierce my thigh strips and whip the whetted words out me
tap into the slinky slices of my pervious skylit want
there will be no occlusion as arches meet under shuddered pleats
no, I have precious little time or heart to draw cute sunshine panels onto your retracted sleeve
in that stead, I can really be just plain me
who’d eagerly wrench pale-blue patches from the sky cloth
and steal in zest moonbeams from lovers’ eyes
and heartily fling the sun your way and rob its life-giving warmth
and gladly rip up torn foliage from its homes
along with pert petals from fickle floral parties
if only these were things you’d want
yet, well I know whatever be the pains
there waits little gain
feral feline will trouble little more
heart swing derision flies poor as sad plighted answer rings on
winded and chilled.
did your feathers get ruffled
as you flew in from the storm?
molting on my carpet
take a bath, birdy.
cleanse those wings
and wash your bony knees.
I don't want to see those nasty bruises
so cover your skin
and fly away again.
let me see those eyes, birdy.
have you a cold or
did the bitter cold
leave you blind?
better for you,
to see not with eyes but with frail
don't hate your world, birdy.
you're no more
than any other fucker
who shoves past you in the supermarket.
we all came out of a filthy goddamn uterus
so climb off your high horse
and get in line.
we're all just waiting around
til someone digs us hole
or lights us on fire.
if you can help it,
don't be a bastard.
out you go,
into the cold.
be glad for the sun in the mornings.