A long
and winding umbilical cord
That melts into the distant
Disturbing
sparkling fantasy of a mirage.
A snaking dusty trail hemmed
With rosemaries, pansies,
fennels and violets
Fading like a refrain of a lullaby.
A sad mourning song
Of a windy August night
Voices of homeless times
Joys
and tears waiting to be discovered.
Dancing
images of light and shade
Merging heart-shaped silhouttes
Against the glow of hope and fate
Frail dreams
walking on a dusty trail.
Sometimes I struggle alone
Toil, ***** fall and
cry alone
When you fail to understand
me.
And I trudge on
in the windy night
Toward the holy grail, heaven's ecstacy
To voices in the dark
calling my name.
-dougwa-
Oct 3, 2014
Oct 3, 2014 at 10:15 AM UTC
We smack our lips
And tap our feet
We rub our hands
And nod our heads
We share a smile
And lend each other faith
We do not spare our lips
And enjoy nature's fruit
We get our thirsts quenched
Our bellies filled
Our wounds salved
And emotions bathed in sweat
A **** escapes
From 'twixt tangled limbs
A groan escapes
From our captive lips...
We shudder in ecstacy
Go rigid in fluid devotion
And revulse in naked truth
That we have done
The forbidden act
But what's next?
Each passing moment
We splay nature's legs
And ********** her
We draw from her lifeblood
But for how long
Are we going to **** her dry
And **** the divine innocence
Where are we heading?
***** are we heading!
-dougwa-
Oct 3, 2014
Oct 3, 2014 at 9:41 AM UTC
Yes, I feel it growing
slowly
like a trickle
of some condensation
on the roof top of our nest
Some condensation
of all the sighs we make
in the ecstasies we share
In the wee moments
we are in each other's arms...
Yes, it's growing
in a trickle ...
Single droplets unite into rivulets
Forming into a river
Foaming into some madness of torrent
With hungry passions to drown
flaming desires ...
The river is now in flood and we are
its captives ...
Oh I'm drowning in this
love
and don't even try to help me out
'coz I'm enjoying every bit of it!
-dougwa-
Jun 21, 2013
Jun 21, 2013 at 3:40 AM UTC
I enter this world
Sheathed in protective latex ******
I will lie with this world
All night long,
night after night
But will leave no foot-prints
Of my intimate visits to this world.
Who am I to leave
My footprints at the beach
Who am I to leave
Rose -tattooed memories
in their hearts...
Love -bruised lips
On this ******* world...
I will remain in the shadow
Of the sun, the moon and the stars
I will hide in the shadows
Of the lewd dreams
with this world
Like shadows slithering
On wet walls of reality
I will remain ghosts
Pinned
to the cross of truth
By the nail of imagination...
I leave no signs
Even in most lurid imaginations.
Squirt your seed
into the lips
Of this world and she grows
big
With child
that resembles you
Many have done it...
The world we cradle in our arms
Resembles them
crystal clear
I will not leave any sign.
-dougwa-
Mar 12, 2013
Mar 12, 2013 at 9:25 AM UTC
Sin glows
With sparkling richness
Of all luminaries
of blanketing galaxy
Sin is worshiped and enshrined
Righteousness is
but blase fallacy
With all over-flowing
Affluence
of new pentecostal churches
and their greedy pastors
And easy-come riches
of Chiadzwa diamond fields
with her flippant Gwejas and Gwejerinas
Life is but black
like Soddom's ****
I hear the knell of dawning doom
As Angels of doom boom...
I swear by ****** Mary's blessed ****
I saw a Stephen preaching down Rekai Tangwena Ave
And was run down by a speeding motor car
"O poor chap, was a good fellow," muttered God
I saw drunken Thomas roaming the streets
Of cogitation convincing himself
it was true news
That brother Jesus, pot-bellied in Armani suit
Was back riding a top of the range Lamborghini
And God shrugged his shoulders,kept quiet
Afraid it may be fatally true
I saw God wet his pants
When listening to Elliot The Idiot's "Songs of Sobs"
That applaud Simon and Peter fishing
From people's pockets
Songs that revere and adorn the vigilant
Pillar of Salt
Scorn and mock
the meekness and softness of heart
At Golgotha...
Sin is vermin spreading
In this our home,the infierno grande
-dougwa-
Mar 12, 2013
Mar 12, 2013 at 8:10 AM UTC
The world gazes shocked
Dawn has refused to wake up
August 8th
The reluctant gored sun
A hesitant pendulum
Suspended on frail certainty
Dances to the banshee
Shrieks of startled morning breeze
The willow knots her braids
The nightingale has lost her voice
August 8th
Afternoon yawns sadly
At it's muted sullen sky
Masked in cadaverous puffs
Heavy with O cursed bereavement
The dove weeps loud at precious
Feather blown by wind
The brook gurgles tongue-tied -
''Loss is all I know''
The moon forgot
To come with her soft effulgence
The stars with a lot less winks
Last night
One big Star grew numb from cold
And fell from its hanger
Down into the black chasm
Loss and tragedy is ours
The house is empty and quiet
The heath is cold, no fire
Darkness is everywhere
But once you promised
That you will be with me,
forever
Dear mother...
-dougwa-
Mar 7, 2013
Mar 7, 2013 at 12:24 PM UTC
You hide behind that smile
An artificial mouthful of white
Barren in warmth
Just as your barren gums
You give me a sulky kiss
The commercial Zollywood type
Purring
Like a cat with a fatal cold
Stiff-necked in my arms
With feigned bliss
Shut up your ****** mouth
Your breath is not Ozone -friendly
kills my good mood
And stop looking at me
Behind those dark glasses
They don't hide your ***** mind
Behind
Though your face is clean
Your neck and back of ears are not
I know your ***** habits
A nauseating lump of pretence
You fabricate, embroider,magnify
Pretence
is all you know
I hate you
-dougwa-
Mar 5, 2013
Mar 5, 2013 at 9:54 AM UTC
With blistered determination
We cling to the life-giving ***
Bending double on wobbling hope
We scrap on the bored earth
Begging for a mouthful.
A gift bestowed upon us
Like King Solomon with many wives
To multiply and fill the world
Is to fill the world with smiles and flowers
The rainbow family
The best out of the worst
The blest to school the rest.
Like a stamp and a letter
We stick together
Bleating and bleeding together
Looking in the eyes of the foe
We sit huddled round the dying fire
The embers bequeathed from our past -
The spirits in the wind chanting songs
Of love and peace.
Our eyes have gone numb
Gawking and hawking without cease
The sullen skies of old hope
That invisible palm outstretching
From the melting clouds of distress
''O ye get this vital itaal''
Mannah from your sleepy gods(dogs?)
The pendulum knocks
Against the walls of our minds
Reminding us of our covenant
With the gods of belief
To live our lives as an explanation
The story of the plaintive shadows
From the land of black and white rainbows
And rusting sunrises and sunsets.
Look into the splintered mirror
And you see the dream
A frosty webbed apparition
On the misted glass
Disbelief?
Then scrap on the ***** lozenge
On your underwear and sniff!
Till death do us party
We will always declare our presence
Beaten on one cheek
Donate another cheek
Once beaten twice shine
Do not let your bitterness glow by night
For one day for all this
Toiling and drowning in sweat and blood
Someone will pay.
-dougwa-
Mar 3, 2012
Mar 3, 2012 at 2:32 AM UTC
Like a desert wind
Sweeping footprints
Of yesterday tears
And like midsummer drizzle
Teasing the blushing sun
That is my love for you.
Like a moth to a candle
Rainbow coloured dreams
Wing in the broad smiles
Of our times,together
Where ever you go
I will be with you
Like an obedient shadow
And I wrap myself round you
Like a halo round the moon.
Where ever you are
I am that aura you radiate
The scent of your perfume
You wear everyday
I am those sneezes, groans
and snores
You make everyday
Like a butterfly
In the Collector's Bottle
You are in my hold.
No matter how you run
There is just no escape
Where ever you are
Where ever you go
No matter how you try
There is just no hiding place
From my love,
its so real.
-dougwa-
Feb 25, 2012
Feb 25, 2012 at 12:22 AM UTC
I have been drinking wine
To douse the burning tip of my mind
Worries chewing at my nerves
Like the filter end of a rich Havana cigar
Woes of this world turn my whiskers
Into drab willows of misery
My nights into endless nightmares
And my thoughts rattling and jarring
Like the business end of a mechanical hammer.
Dreams clad in limp loincloth
Revisit me from the dark
Urns of history
The salad days of our beings
And their neauseating euphoria
When in drunken trance we siezed
Conscience by her arms
And threw her on her back
Splayed her legs
And smacked our lips
As blood spurt out...
I wipe my mind with the back of my hand
Trying
To brush away the dregs of the sordid rituals
We once enshrined.
A plump shiny green bottle
Buzzes around my mind irritating
Reminding me of Death
Hanging mockingly
Like a pendulum over my mind seducing
''O Sweet Carrion
You are food for the elders!''
And my sins in their hordes shimmer
A deathly pale round the nooze
Suspended from blushing heaven's bottom
My mind's eyes shed crystal tears
Giving away bucketfuls of Chiyadzwa diamonds to regain
Long gone and lost innocence.
I shared a bottle of wine
With my new-found friend, Today
Clinking glasses and minds
Then a greenbottle in full flight
Was caught between the grinding bellies
Of our glasses and minds
Bloodied fleshrot bespattered our intelligence
And our minds rushed to the wash basins retching
A brush with the fetid breath of the past
Left the gums of my mind barren and obscene
And together with newfound friend, Today
We covered our private parts with our hands
Ashamed
At the ****** of our thoughts.
She knocked at the door of my mind
Eyes shadowed in wet grey paint
Lips smudged in scarlet smiled at me
A Good Morning
My palm hiding the discoloured teeth
Of my inner-self
I muffled a Good Mourning to her, but
I felt a warmth spreading
At the base of my belly
Her milky-white mouthful was inviting
A milkyway blaze trailing into deep future
''I will flirt with her'' my mind whispered
But then the rasping sandpaper touch of her lips
Bruised and bloodied my thoughts
And I saw red at the future.
I must have swooned
From the First Lady's fistkisses of philanthropy
Doling out sweet nothings and promises
At a ceremony sheathed in royal pomp and dignity
Where the guests dressed like Harlequins
Mesmerised us with the crablike dance
And flummoxed O poor we
With democratic mumbo-jumbo and lingo
And the Povo touched with feeling
Donated oceanfuls of diamond tears
And their sincere prayers a mutter flutter
Into the heavens for beloved leaders.
I broke Biltong , my past, into the ***
To give life to ailing friend, Today
With my fingernail I peeled off
The tomatoe's tough ruddy jacket
To make sauce
And I heard a rumble of objection
From the August House
And the Mujibhas and Chimbwidos' angry yawn
Gave a chilli spice to the dish
And the food touching Today 's lips
He sneezed and broke wind
Startling ghosts of old nostalgic memories
That had took seats at the kitchen table
To wing away to the scrapyard
Their home beyond the rusting horizon.
Perched on the anthill of anticipation
I roll my thoughts
Into a big joint of mbanje
I **** and grey fading puffs
Of wishes spiral into the bored sky
Each a crippled dream
That was bulldozed at Churu Farm
An ambitious dream that was displaced
By the Operation Murambatsvina
A dream that lost an eye and limb in the food riots
A dream that lost its ***** at university
A dream that fell from the 11th floor at the Towers
Into the Taxman's hat
A dream that drowned in the opaque beer tank
At the Uhuru celebrations
A dream that lost its breath
On top of another man's wife in Mbare
A dream dumped and disowned
Only to find home at the bottom of the Blair toilet...
To find home in the sympathetic clicks
Of poets who have lost their voices.
The stub is burning my fingers
Minds run out of fuel and fire
The angry verbal lash
Of the emotionally wounded
Is a stub licking back at the wielder
To be snuffed out and discarded
On the ash tray of hopelessness
The grave yard that houses all
Once active minds.
-dougwa-
Feb 24, 2012
Feb 24, 2012 at 10:25 PM UTC