Damian Jarrod Slabbert

Damian Jarrod Slabbert Jun 2019

A pure flower in the wind,
taken in by smog and chemicals.

An angel of darkness,
destroyed by earthly woes.

The secret love of my life,
now the thing I detest.

A delicious dish of food,
now a plate of cockroaches.

A strong tree leaning on her own,
now dependant on another.

A sight once seen as perfect,
I now puke at the very thought.

A taste so sweet and rare,
ash in my mouth and stomach.

Liptea be thy secret,
pain be thy end.

If thy purity can't be so or mine,
in the ground belongs thyself.

Damian Jarrod Slabbert May 2019

Charnel

There was a street in Paris
where a woman sat playing her violin.
Many would pass and ignore,
others would pass and admire.

The music she played was painful
A blood-curding sound
that brought depression
Onto anyone who stops to listen.

It made men regret their lives,
and woman appreciate theirs.
A sound so horrid and disturbing
could only be heard up close.

The street was famous for one story.
A woman named Charnel.
Who played the violin to support
her husband and his way of life.

She played day in and day out.
Never making enough to please her husband.
In a drunken rage he pushed her,
out the window and onto the gravel sidewalk.

Stained red and black.
The sidewalk is walked apon but hundreds.
Men feeling regret and pain.
Woman feeling appreciation and love.

For the past 99 years
this street has become known
for male suicides.
And they continue to this day.

#death #life #appreciation #music #****** #legacy

Damian Jarrod Slabbert Oct 2018

Penance

I see my future as clear as my past.
Placed before me like a yellow brick road.
Unable to stray or turn back.
Stuck on a collision course with my own destiny.

I left happiness behind in the desert of down under.
Alone on a sunset cliff side awaiting a first kiss.
I stare back with a sad smile and black eyes.
Laughing being all I have left to do.

Laughing so hard I cry at life and it's changes.
Those I've left behind follow me on the yellow brick road.
With good reason they keep their distance,
Knowing what I am and what I'm capable of...

Damian Jarrod Slabbert Sep 2018

UNUS

There was nothing
until there was everything.
Great power washed over
an empty Universe.

In a planck amount of time
life was created and
a power unlike any
other was born.

A power misused
from that day onwards.
Created in an image we
hold as Perfect.

Balance was broken
in the Genesis of birth.
A hole created
that cannot be filled.

Mankind were chosen,
chosen to dominate
the seas, the sky and the land.
A mistake.

Rotten seas.
Blackened skies.
Burned land.
Destroyed by human nature.

Inherited from
a vision of perfection
we still chase.
To what end?

Damian Jarrod Slabbert Sep 2018

Pale Man

A long time ago
In a place long since forgotten
there lived a creature,
as disturbing and horrid
as they came.

The PALE MAN as he was known.
Those who knew about him
either died or were driven mad
by the sight of him.
A monster of legend.

In a dark room made to tempt
each person who entered.
This thing resided,
sitting,
waiting patiently.

Before the PALE MAN
It was a man.
Considered handsome and charming.
Inside him lurked a monster,
a creature equal to the PALE MAN.

Given one chance at a happy life
The man threw it away for temptation.
Life then became
a string of…
lies, cruelty, darkness and torture.

The man went on
gaining people’s trust only
to betray them and leave them alone.
Alone with their thoughts and regrets,
Waiting for a resolution.

Cursed by God this man was to
wear his inner self
for the rest of time.
Eternity with…
pain, regret, hatred and shame.

IT’s eyes taken away as not to glance
upon beauty ever again.
Unable to drink or eat,
trapped in thoughts.
Still the PALE MAN sits, waiting.

Damian Jarrod Slabbert May 2018

Two and a Half Minutes to Midnight

We did it, we finally really did it,
we blew it up.
The clock stops ticking as the silence of
electricity runs through it.
Monsters of industry stop at the hand
of a symbolic clock.

Conflict from the East and West
has brought Armageddon to our door.
A confident young leader of the East
and an arrogant business man of the West,
helped by a horseman of the North
have by their hand taken mankind to the stone age.

Instruments of peace are built to send a message
of hate, fear and promise of destruction.
Instruments once used in a final and unforgettable
effort for peace in sleeker times.
Not having learnt from two examples
we march onwards into Judgement Day.

The young Leader from the East now sits
scared, retreating into his power and dead vision.
The confidence now sits with the West as they
enter the East, coming to claim what they can.
The deck is played with one last final card in
the hands of the East, a regretful one.

Ten plus five places are to experience the
beginning of the end first.
The last card is played,
the last card mankind will ever play.
Metropolis goes silent in an instead,
civilization turns to somber ashes.

Words in whispers are spoken in
loss, desperation, pain and remembrance.
As the former things of the world
have passed away into ashes and particles.
A psychological hell land lays ahead as
men with sticks and stones approach.

Damian Jarrod Slabbert May 2018

A Tour through the Problems of the World

I travel through the valley of darkness
in the sunlight of a new day.
Iron coffins surround my every escape
as I move slowly towards a forging institution.

Objects of understandable incarceration
hold thousands and stand all in one place.
Gears move about a system,
No other concern or worry outside the machine.

The melancholy setting of helplessness and loneliness
fill the air and reflect upon each piece.
Each piece itself falsifying evidence
for being self-efficient and sustained.

Problems in the ethics of the machine
is known by all the operators and directors.
Yet common sense is stored in the subconscious,
ignored but talked about each day.

The motor of the machine runs and this thought
is put over all others.
Knowledge is power,
but ignorance is bliss.