We bandage our tender hearts with cast iron strips,
constricting the blood flow to our faces,
pale skin with a waining zest for life.

There is an extra shelf in our closets for home-made masks,
the masks are poorly made
and our true pale skin can be easily seen
through the cracks in our bright coloured ornaments.

It's a **** shame about our cut up hearts.
If they could heal instead of hide,
then dreamers would be the true world changers,
and love would be a possibility for us all.

But our cynacism imprisons our weak minds
in dungeons of hopelessness and pretentiousness.
Our talk traps us through regurgitated drivel,
we talk **** with loud uttering
as if our **** holds in it the secrets of the universe.
Yet in the mean time-
the very words we think will protect us from this wild wild world
expose us as fools and make us soft tarkets-
propelling us further into loneliness.

At least we live in the delusion that we are now all grown up.

All you are
More than words
I can't contain,
it can't remain.

Every touch
hides right here,
summers gone,
I hold it dear,
I keep it safe,
I keep it near.

You've got to run,
you've got to fly away,
You have to leave
to find another way.

Another face
another smile
another love
you will do it in style.

Nothing's lost,
all is clear.
Nothing ends,
only fear.

You have to feel
that fire burn anew.
You have to leave
to find your North that's true.

But in my heart,
there's only you.
There's nothing more
that I can do.

Burn these words to hearts and minds,
Run this ink to change the times,
Free the frightened, shackle the strong,
Make them soar and grind them down.

Measure their intent, bury their bones,
Tickle their laughter, sorrow their stones.
Wake up the sleepers, slumber the soldiers,
Render some weak and break down the heartless.

Demolish the walls and place them in vaults,
crush all their chains then mend them with bolts.
Unleash my fury, expel my pain-
Make me immortal and wipe out my name.

The energy of the sea has a body of her own.

Breathe her
and be a hundred miles strong.
Touch her
and know where you belong.

Many women are compared to her magnificence,
yet beauty belongs to her throughout all the ages,
and no man can comprehend the depth
of her furious love.

And when all have deserted us,
she still remains.

Ill rip out your eyeballs as ornaments for my ears,
and inflict on you the nightmares that you dished out for years.
You will live in my dungeon and feed on dry bread
while I feast at a table close to your head.
And for every birthday I'll cut off one finger
and leave it to rot so the smell of it lingers.

You will keep your tongue for the names you'll recite
of the ones that you hurt and treated with spite.
And the day that the terror expires your life
I'll hang you on a lamp pole on the highway in full sight.
And you will be remembered as a pathetic soul
who picked on gentle women you tried to control.

And justice will rise like a bright morning sun,
A coward is dead and his abusing is done.

Tonight the starving children are on my mind,
and how I carry on,
as if I'm blind.

The sorrow is not mine to bare,
so I carry on as if they aren't there.

I ***** and moan about a wounded heart,
how someone stole my dues today.
I stuff my mouth with beer and bread,
and a shallow laugh gongs from the hole in my head.

I know those kids are selfish too,
and want to live just like me and you-
so they eat leaves and stones and sticks that don't satisfy,
until they fade away on a dusty floor,
while their mothers cry until they are no more.

I think about the love I have lost,
now I walk on past while I count my costs.
Too much effort in my busy life,
for guilt trips that will wring me dry.

Its cosy here with my petty doings,
meaningless pursuits and incoherent spewing.

Baby just born,
this new world you won,
destiny's is open,
your journeys begun.

You cry for the sorrow you're still going to feel,
for all the confusion and broken souls that kneel.

You cry for the beautiful sunsets you will see,
the pain of love's passion and the horrors that be.

So much anticipation that you don't understand,
so much expectations of what will be wrought by your hands.

Will you be a hero who will rise and break through?
Or just another chancer with nothing to do?
Will you be a saviour defining this age?
Or just another traveler sailing the page?

The thorns pierce you deep as you churn in your sleep,
The future still open for the power you keep.

But for now enjoy the agony of just trying to survive,
be consumed with the wonder of being alive,
pierce our hearts with your intense and innocent glare,
let us carry you on to the cross you will bare.

We will build you up with the best that we have,
we will give you our dreams and the best of our rags,
you will eat our truths and mimic our faults,
You will sift our souls and take what is yours.

And then just like that your colours will fade,
disappearing in the mist all the wonders you made,
even as you entered your life's ticking down,
it is appointed to all to receive our burial crown.

I pray you will make your mark on the history books
of a rich beautiful life breathing beyond the boundaries
of your mortality and being remembered just a bit longer
until this world is passed too and all is forgotten.

Never lose the wonder,
never lose the tears,
never forget you were carried
until the day you're buried.

You are our hope for something new and something different,
a creative spark to erase our failures and apathy,
Namaste, we bow to you,
Be, my boy, and take what's due to you.

Beautiful creatures
haunt our past
they glide through our fingers
in memory mists
we are wanting to hold
but they tease our grips

If they could have seen the love that we had
and seen past their eyes of dream that went bad
they would still be here
as tangible as the sun
and waste some time before the day comes to an end

Beautiful things
cause the sadness to grow
the emptiness to show
our hope to dim

We learn by learning to die
leaving beautiful creatures behind
******* in the tears
as the years go by
knowing belonging is for another life not here
and faerie tales are only true far away from here
and when we are buried
we will be as hard as the earth that covers us

Been dreaming of my first holy moments making love to you.

Your body is an intricate Japanese line drawing-
I look in awe and touch with reverence.
My head is thick with wonder.

You are a precious collectible,
wrapped in white linen,
waiting to be opened and adored.

Your taste is expensive oil,
I want to drink from your fountain forever.

Bird Fly
into your blue sky.
It is cold here,
Go find the warm sun.
Sell all
that weighs you down dear
for a dream and
so far away.

I'll stay
here in my night sky
where thousands of fireflies
are keeping me dreaming
of a true love,
brave and bleeding,
of a dream and
so far away.

Glistening skyscrapers are calling you on
to your tower of hope and your journey beyond.

May you find your way
from this hollow ground.

Glistening skyscrapers in Eastern skies
where streets are safe and money spins like dice.

But it all fell down
when I kissed your ground,
when you took me home-
oh I knew you'd go.

I'll stay
here in my night sky
where thousands of fireflies
are keeping me dreaming
of a true love,
brave and bleeding,
unafraid.

All I see are people with shattered hearts,
walking around with broken backs,
pretentending to have no hearts
and no spines.

when i set myself alight
Come warm your hands by desires fire
Come read in the light
Come watch something spectacular
And smell the fury of burning flesh.

Please take time to reflect on the flames that dance around my imagination
And if you feel inspired,
then come blaze with me.

I look from the darkness,
at the world through my window.

I love what I'm seeing,
the City is breathing.

And I want to meet you
in Destiny Town.

But how will I find you
when there are so many windows?

Our clock beating hearts stop dead
Having measured length and breadth
Of love that we held and lost in this hell
Of beauty that faded with senile minds

We long to remember hands that we held
Fresh kisses connecting stories we told
Together for moments but ages apart
Silent night prayers relinquishing love

The ticking ticks on through the hours we wasted
Pointless pursuits to fill up the cracks
Alliances made with time stealing chores
Passion wasted on uncaring bores

But through all the beating I see some unflinching clocks
With broken hour hands spinning their dreams

Confessions of a worn out *****,
I swear that he's been here before-
His chunky chorbes and drunken breath,
his after shave that smells like death.
He pitches up after three,
to satisfy his lonely ******.
The leftover ******* of the night,
We share this sickness out of sight.

Confessions of a tired *****,
how I long for an open door.
But there are drugs to pay and bills to eat,
a haze to keep and my face to beat.
My sunken cheeks are racked with lines,
I cover with the shadows that blind,
In the dark I'm beautiful,
when I go down I'm powerful.

Confessions of a former saint,
and the man who's words could make her faint.
Who offered me a brand new world,
and filled my love with heroine.

Confessions of a dreamless sleep,
of days that tick like a foggy mist,
of purpose lost and hope that's fleeting,
of lies and lust and pain that's eating.

Down by the ocean,
under the sea,
no one can find me.
I can be free:
Free from the troubles
that get me down,
floating weightless,
no-one around.

So many treasures
longing to be.
Little sea creatures
talking to me,
telling me secrets
I've never known,
how stars in the water
cause them to glow.

Sotto il mare,
provondo il mare,
the shipwreck is calling,
I'm leaving it there.

Coraggio nella vita.
Courage for life.

Crazy Jane is cold outside,
she dances in the winter pain,
she feels the heat of the cold dark sky,
and the stars that never ask her why.

The chill's a thrill
to her wandering mind,
its what she finds,
it makes her blind.

And nobody will understand,
nobody will take her hand,
and fly with her to an insane land.

Where dreamers rule,
and the seas are cruel,
and the mirrors hide the face of you.

Where we all dress down,
and the kings a clown,
and there are fines
if you ever wear a frown.

She is a mad dame,
and thats her fame,
but at least I know her name.

My certainty is death,
my passion is life,
my pain: the brevity of life,
my desire: intensity of life.

There was a snail (named Dale)
with a very long tail
who ventured off into the world.
He said to himself
(Dale the snail)
I'd love to meet a bootiful goil.

So in a flash from space,
with mucus running down her face,
came an alien creature called Joan,
She saw a silver line
(it was a snail trail)
and followed it to see where it goes.

And far in ...the distance
she saw in an instance
at the end of the snail trail sparkling in the sun-
A slimy and sweet
creature she'd love to meet
with a shell on his back for a home.

She said:"I do declare,
you look dashing and fair"
as bubbles oozed from her eyes.
Dale just blushed,
as his face lit up,
and said: "aw you're just saying that you sassy young blob of an alien gawjus sweet thing with no hair :)"

She looked at this tiny dream of a slobber,
he was in awe at her globber.
But their hearts sank at their difference in size.
She was glandular large
like a bright yellow barge
and he was as small as a splarge.

A stick insect saw -
the tragedy of it all
and came up with a very cunning plan.
He knew a wizard once
who ate snails for lunch,
they could trick him to changing her small...

As he told them the tale,
their faces went pale
but their love was too strong for the fear.
So they  slithered and shlozzered
to Joan's flying saucer
to find the castle of Wizzy the ****.

The wizard was waiting
with his eyes full of hating
and a knife and a fork in each hand.
There was garlic and salt
that he took from his vault
and he drooled on his beard as he sang:

"Alien Shpeegle
with shnails in shmeegle,
a delightful shurprishe for a man!
Groggy my groach
with shome shlime on my toasht"
and he pranced and danced with his band.

The spacecraft landed,
unexpectant of ambush,
the couple wanderd on in.
Wizzy swung from a rafter
and trapped Dale in a corner,
and said: "My you'll go well with my Shtew!"

Joan got mad
and rolled on to her lad
and ****** the wizard into her goo.
She suddenly felt all tingly
as she turned into a twinky,
there was nothing more she could do.

The Wizard escaped
and poor Dale met his fate,
and was smeared on the twinky sliced in two.
Wizzy gobbled them up
with some glee in his cup,
and then succumbed to food poisoning goo.

So it seemed that it ended
on that dark cold September,
for the lovers who's loving was doomed...
But on a planet far away
at the early break of day
two souls bubbled in primordial stew.

An amoeba named Dale
and an amoeba named Joan
were floating in bubbles of gas,
So deep the attraction
-the magnetized action,
they could now be together at last. 

I pierce my heart on your hidden thorns
and bleed love onto your wounded soul.
Your fragrance is my poison,
your softness- the lie I live by.

Your beauty is fleeting,
but I wont last to see it end.

Earth
Scorched

Devoid of
Life
Love
Memories
Artifacts

Enveloped
by a dying sun

Trek my siel uit met swart onlogiese krapmerke op my pick n pay strokie.

Breek my fingers af op n hout skryf blad
en hou die honde naby vir die bene wat spat.

Vermergel dan my vellies
en gooi dit op n graf
en se dis vir al die girlys
-dis van papers wat smag.

Edel en opreg is die regter se kaf.
Heilig is die helde van die bars van die nag.
Ons onthou die spoke van Oranje stad,
Ons kleef aan hulle woorde soos n tros vol kak.
Ons hou van die serries en die doef van Jak,
En moenie met my stry nie ek sal jou in pak.

Melodie jou wysie met ewige tone,
mengel mooi jou woordtjies met jou oulike drome.
Hou die fort van veiligheid en nasionalisme,
Wees n patriot en vermoor Anglisisme.

Beskerm jou mother language teen n kombuis taal.
Daar is niks in hierdie wereld wat die taal mag vaal.

My ship,
docked,
in your harbor,
waiting
for the rage
of your storm
to die down.

How long will I wait,
my love,
for your turmoil to be done?
How long will I long,
my dear-
For your wide open blue,
and the salt of your skin
and the awe of exploring your greatness once again?

My mast is down,
my anchor heavy.

I sit here between the hard earth
and my dream.
I sit here waiting for you
to come around.

All this time
I've tried to find,
within the recess
of my mind,
the lie I crave
to keep me blind,
to clear the air-
the dark dispair.
To find my peace,
to **** the beast,
the blackened truth
that holds me down.

For you my dear,
are neither here nor there,
your love is cold,
you couldn't care.
Your sparkling face,
and your heartfelt touch,
Do you truly feel that much?

Today I drive  in silence
with no song to calm me down.
The only radio playing
is a hole within a hole.
The DJ is a martyr
and the music's harsh and cold,
but my mind is far away from here
with someone I could not hold.

I look through my cracked windscreen
at the rain thats pouring down
and ghosts driving on the highway
to some forgotten town.
My fuel is running empty
but still my engine drones.
My mind is far away from here
with someone I could not hold.

Its not that she never stays,
She was never there to begin with.
Her mind is still living in faerietales she creates
and whenever she sees a new Peter Pan
she must change her story
so she can fly away.

The passion and soft smile never was for you-
it belonged to the hero wedged in her head-
the moment she saw you,
you were dead.

A slave to hate is free from love,
a slave to mediocrity- free from passion.

A slave to confinement is free from wandering,
a slave to blindness- free from seeing.

We are all slaves,
all free,
all a contradiction.

The ocean called me to the roaring waters,
I crashed to the depths held fast by it's furious glory.

Panick stricken I fought to find my way-
my lungs burnt with salt
and my soul anguished over all my dreams that would die.

At fist Ihated this cruel bitter sea,
but she answered soft as heaven
with her love song for sailors and
other lost souls.

Peace flowed from the blue depths
and I knew I'd never leave.

Hold a moment,
Suspend it,
Suspend yourself in it.
The exact moment when the dream is realised, the fight won,
Savour it,
Taste it,
Linger there a moment.
Because once it has peaked corruption sets in...
No...
Corruption set in before it began.

We are all legends in our own sagas
-its in the masses that we are lost,
and the few that do have their names immortalized-
no one truly knows who they were.

So profound
is my passion
in this moment-
that I feel it echo
through eternity.

So strong
the pleasure and pain elixir-
that compels me
through this storm
to an unknown destination.

And I consider with pride,
all the sailors and lovers such as I,
my brothers and sisters,
who have persevered
against all reason and at great odds,
just to know what lies beyond,
even it it means just finding space.

Fluffy bunnies bouncing bouncing
a little dear is pouncing pouncing...

Fresh green meadows
clear blue skies-
daisies dance
with butterflies!

a picnic blanket
with lots to eat :)
a big fat tree
to stop the heat-

wine wine wine
for us to dine,
oh my stars
im on cloud 9!

Tearing up the road,
I used to have eternity
but now death lurks over me like a hungry animal-
that's why I'm tearing up the road.

There's so much left to see,
there is so much left to be,
I used to be an identity
but now I fulfill the role of my top 100 hollywood dreams.

It used to be siesta on a stream,
floating on cream,
but now it's terminal velocity and the ground is rushing towards me and no matter how hard i flap my wings it seems i still cant use them to fly me out of this beautiful hell hole.

Wake up!
Burn!
BUUUURN!
Leave that bland man
who can't understand
your passion he caged!
Your fire!

Wake UP!
Sell it all!
All your comforts you've gathered-
all the years!
BURN your bridges-
Your standing-
Your convenience-

I want EVERYTHING!
BURN!

Lets rent a room
and live it up!
Forget it all!
Just you and me
and blazing bed sheets-
lets burn this lust on both ends!

Until there are not even dying embers!
Until all that's left- cold ash!
Until there is no more!
No purpose!
No direction!
Destitute!
Lost!

Until all that's left:
Regret
Resentment
Hatred

WAKE UP!

that's all I ask,
and then-
goodbye.

Fake face Frankenstein,
Your farce is hanging on the line,
your feeble feet will dance the dime,
you are mine.

I'll hang your eyeballs on my ears
and remember all the dripping tears
the nightmares of your lying fears
it's done.

I've roped my world onto my back,
I'm going back,
to the ocean of love and innocence,
where I wont see you, and you wont see me,
And I will remember to forget, and you will forget to remember,
And I will laugh again, and you will keep trapping sailors,
and some will succumb,
but like me others will be done.

When it rains outside,
and their choirs grow,
while the crickets sing high,
the frogs sing low.

But where do they go when they're tucked in there beds?
And what are the voices they hear in their heads?
How loud are the screams that shatter the dreams?
And the sighs and the moans of the life in between?

And who gives them warts on their necks and and their hands?
Whose legs do they eat?
Whose fate do they meet?
And which prince will they kiss just to make him their own?
And where do they go when their frogging is done?

If I were you my little friends,
I'd make this vow to make amends,
with the green blood splattered on the cold road side,
and the twitching arms trying to stay alive...

Because from the dark there are eyes that peer,
and amphibious ears that are longing to hear,
of a hardened tongue and a wicked stare,
and the crooked hands that will lay a snare,
for the one who owns that-
sorrowless,
merciless,
cruel,
in-compassionate glare:
will find his end on a gondola,
while the night creatures doom him
to Frogola.

Don't waste time on the worthless, the toothless, the "strong"
who plague you with their platitudes, their compliments and songs.
They have no fight or bite and they will drop you like a rag.
Don't entertain the pleasantries of cowardly little nags.

They will never get your madness when your soul is burning low
in the pit of love with Jesus tears as you take it blow for blow.
Never show your darkness burn within as your heart pours on the floor,
they are lazy to go search beyond because "they have seen it all before".

**** the actors and the liars who are always so aloof,
there is always someone better and they're always needing proof.
They will come and steal your thunder and then will leave you laying bare,
and then move on to a "better" soul without a second care.

The clock's too short for cold perfume that curdles in it's pain
and seeps through your fingers like acid rain while you're whispering her name.
Just another of the many that passed by you all those times,
You got too deep and in-lust to see those very warning signs.

MacBain splutters,
long winded speeches,
intoxicating stutters.

Whisky reeks volumes on volumes of volumes,
unfathomable mysteries on infallible fumes.

Helga looks hideously **** tonight,
the ghoul in the corner looks up for a fight.
The toilet's transforming into a white telephone,
just one last drink until the drinking is done.

Redshot eyes light another cigarette,
Shooter all round,
and a beer what the heck!

The dance floor is moving like a seasick ship,
We all feel like rock stars defining whats hip.

Our house is for sale in my memory town,
The colours you bought have been sold.
I've searched the joys of this wondrous world
but somehow returned here to you.

They said we had gold,
but the fire of life burnt us down.
And now that I'm older,
I'm leaving behind what we found.

Ive placed my last stone at our fountain of life,
there where we once met.
The sun stood still as I painted your name,
I tried but I could not forget...

The light on your face and that look in your eyes,
the bells that jingle jangle as you walked on by.
The touch that you gave and us lost in a haze,
Goodbye my beautiful, beautiful, beautiful world.

----------------------------

Gone to the grave all my sentimental feelings,
My nights wont be plagued anymore.
Im throwing a way an illusive dream,
Burnt in with visions of you.

You took our chance,
and threw it away to the wind,
your shallow glance,
betrayed the love I thought was true.

No more tears that have eaten these years,
baby I'm leaving this life of grieving,
no more crying, no more dying,
no more wishing that I could see...

The light on your face and that look in your eyes,
the bells that jingle jangle as you walked on by.
The touch that you gave and us lost in a haze,
Goodbye my beautiful, beautiful, beautiful world.

The dance began with a crash and burn,
and the moon was dancing round the earth.

Life was sparked and land was green
and the mystery sparked of death and birth.

Then wicked men defiled this place
with lust and greed and love and hate.

But when the blazing guns,
and the fiery eyes,
and the famine cries,
and the lonely tears,
and the suffering souls,
are dead and gone,
and the world is just a barren stone-

the moon will still be dancing around the earth.

She's a hand me own girl-
she started off with dreams
and hopes of love
and romance
and ended up
used
and worn by men
who didn't give a ****
about what she's worth.

She begins her night on town
hard arsed and cynical
but after a few drinks-
loneliness shows
from her mask that hangs
akwardly
off her scarred pretty face.

I approach her from my own shy bruised seat and my loneliness finds hers.

When I was a dreamer
patience was easy,
but then again
maybe patience was my blindness.

Everything must happen now!
How do I play this game right?
Man I hate these games.

Cat and mouse,
cat and mouse,
cat eats mouse
and then cat gets poisoned by mouse
and dies infected with bitterness.

I've died a thousand times over
and I still die whenever I meet a beautiful woman.

I try to be suave and lighthearted-
to pretend to be a dream,
a hope,
but my heart explodes inside me
and I stand there naked ad exposed.

I never was a good liar.

Before long I see her
kissing a better liar than I am.

I know she was not my dream to begin with
but still anger burns inside me:
I cant get what I want and i cant settle for what i don't want.

Typical spoilt brat.

I go home alone thinking-
maybe I'm the hand me down girl.

When push comes to shove
were shoved off a cliff
onto rocks of deceit
and foundations that shift.

The face in the mirror
changes all day.
imprisoned by mortality,
bound by decay.

The smiles we laugh with
are losing their teeth.
The love that we find
is destined for grief.

There are moments of clarity,
moments of hope,
that slip through our fingers
despite how we *****.

I hate you for bothering me from my safe boring sanity.

Your sailor lips sicken me
and your satin skin poisons me.

How dare you use your pretty face to make my whole world look ugly in the light of you?

You took my sleep and my confidence and made mush of something stable and predictable.

Who told you I was interested in things like inspiration and exploration?

I hate you because I cant get rid of you.

Cynics
are dreamers
blinded once to many times
by dazzling white light-
You were there that night.

For so long I longed-
Milk soft skin,
Burning eyes,
inetense desire,
the scent of a woman.

You fell asleep,
but still the room was on fire.

Beauty resting in my naked arms.

I watched over you until dawn.

You awoke
You were there
But you were gone.

Her love is blindness pray
That she never sees the light of day
That she never sees the better way
For until she does she'll stay

She writes poetry
with her fingers on my skin
her smile
her kindness
her existence

Close your little eyes child,
set your face to Heaven,
and you will find:

Freedom from your ashes,
release from those feelings
that get you down.

When the pie leaves the sky
and the moons out of tune
and the stars all have gone on vacation.
When your eyes are all red
from the tears that you've bled
and you lost all your burning ambition;

There is someone who loves you,
Somebody needs you,
Somebody sees you,
Somebody feels you,
Somebody.

I'll cover you with feathers,
and place you in the shadow
of angels wings.

How long must I wait for a reply?

I sit
and watch
and wait
while my life slowly ebbs away-
and my eyes dry out-
and my skin
boils away from radiation from my screen
and
I slowly watch the flesh of my hand
bubble away to oblivion
and I eat it.

I need a dark cave to hide from the sun,
the burning beauty,
I'm on the run.

The neon lights love me true,
they drew me far away from you,
my mind is churned.

I want the freeze,
I want the tease,
to break it down.

I need a slave,
I am a slave,
I am enslaved.

I need a dark cave to hide from the sun,
the burning beauty,
I'm on the run.

The neon lights love me true,
they drew me far away from you,
my mind is churned.

I want the freeze,
I want the tease,
to break it down.

I need a slave,
I am a slave,
I am enslaved.