guilt has not but one form,
but thousands
some persist in prolonged periods;
prowling through the past programs of the mind
while many blow wind in your eyes,
each time the sun goes down

The water here is dense and deep
The same as when he came
That young and dulcet miller boy
Who sought to drown his pain

Still we offer an array
Of anguish to be kept
By this old bächlein full of warmth
Embracing all our heft

A single pixel point of light
In warm and dank, rich dark
I tread with disposition mild
And countenance so stark

Enveloped in effluvium
The senses grow too dull
Emotions try but do in vain
This darkness always culls

So be this place; so be its pow'rs
Its pangs touch me not much
Be it friend or be it foe
So am I in its clutch

Like a faster than light chicken attack
Breaking out of the Higgs field,
With an explosive egg launcher in my backpack
Redundantly pecking at the spaghetti-like wormholes,
As if I can actually eat them
With destiny calling,
Like saying goodbye to the Bekenstein limit
And applying some pressure with an infinite-bit tourniquet.

They said that it would rain today
but for some reason when it didn’t

I was strangely disappointed.
Nevertheless, my jealousy pursued

like a jewel in the nightlight.
Revelling, repulsive, catastrophic.

The earth opened up and all the flowers fell inside.
They mixed with all the tar and soot and rust and then

made us sigh in awe.

In awe of how quickly a tough decision can be made
on our fates.

Suddenly, abruptly, snapping shut, an elastic
band on the door of the future.

Piercing souls
Eons, Indoctrinated
Back-scattered at the heart
Suffering and release

I

Spirit dance, Naked
On fires in thunderstorms
Awaiting the axe you bring
To purge thyself in me

Thank you
For being there for me when I needed you the most

For helping me no matter the cost
for motivating me when I felt lost
Thank you
for the love you gave me
you made a lonely soul like me feel like a king

For picking me up when I fell down
for making me smile when you see me frown

For the memories we shared, for the good times too
I just wanted you to know that I love you

By Denzel Zulu

Wasted time
combed thin and fine
washed up on the rim of the bath like grime
given like a mirror to the blind
taken from the absent of mind
How quickly you've disappeared from my eyes
My dear wasted time...

I've made my heart into a well
And filled it with all kinds of hell
I've locked inside
The nights I've cried
Until it dried and became a shell