Thin top wide brimmed
Flowing white dress with high heels
Like custard jelly

Time waits for no man
But when I first saw your smile
My world exploded

The sun dies as the night comes to start my day anew
The glistening tears threaten to fall
Twinkling; thrumming on taut sinew
Grey define my mood
It foams and rolls, it toils and crawls
Again the thunderous sound
Again regretfully it sounds
The stable seas unleashed
A cry carried on the wind
In the deafening crash
           I seem to hear the sound of my
       heart break

Peter, from the dry Karoo
Never cries, because he's poor
Always does what he is told
Never questions, he's not that bold
Drags his feet so he can walk
Moves his lips so so he can talk
Though he's known to never utter
Even wishes he could stutter

Peter, from the dry Karoo
Skin so dry, eyes so poor
Wishes he could smell a flower
So his life could be something other, than dour
Food is soft, so he can chew
His gums are sore, his teeth are few
His liver, drier than a mummy
Hmm.. Never knew his own mummy

Peter, from the dry Karoo

Sees farmers cry, for rains to pour
The pipes are dry, their hands are sore
No one knows what else is in store

The people don't have much to eat
Their families might live on the street
They're threatened death
They're land be lost
Their children shot, killed at no cost

Taking land without compensation
It's the talk of the town,
in every conversation

I may seem crazy saying this,
but haven't I always been?
Sometimes laughing at everything
keeps the tears from being seen.

When you're in a lonely, crowded room
with people who love to chatter.
And conspire and gossip about anything,
like you're not there, you don't matter.

Bring out your smile, and dazzle them
with an un-containable mirth.
With your sunny disposition,
entertain them without remission
and show them your pitiful worth.

And when all is said and done
And you're all out of "fun"
Get your noose out of the closet

And then shock recognition
And threaten damnation
Then kick out your chair of salvation

The Earth is crying
It's pain of loss too deep
Too much of youth is dying
All she can do is weep

Every word, too much
All the prayers, too weak
The Earth is crying
And things are starting to look bleak

The Earth is drowning
Too much children, so many sins
All this crowding, no one knows how much pain she's in

These new methods of suffocation
We don't try hard to invent
The Earth is drowning
Too much of her blood is spent

Nature is dying
Taking her last foul breath of air
Once she was thriving
Now no one cares that she's there

She has no time for friends
Just trying to live the last days of her life
The Earth is crying
in her last days of deprive

I am not blessed, nor merciful
- I am not righteous in life
I am filled in everlasting
by unrequited strife

I am in enduring pain
Hurt again and again
Yet, I forgive in a way
that there is nothing to gain

I am unfailing
in this, daunting mission
Struggling without commission

I am married to fate
That, has been tiring as of late
Still my faith keeps me walking
However much Death keeps stalking

I will bear my curse in stride
As long as you, in me abide

She would always smile
With an alabaster grin
What else is hidden

sometimes, when I seem to be staring at you

... I'm not.  

if you see me **** and look a little embarrassed

it's because I'm back from wherever I've been  

lately, I've been spending quite a bit of time there, instead of here.  

"Which gives me furiously to think.."  

is where I've been actually where I'm supposed to be

and this is where I'm not?  

sometimes I strain to hear your footsteps,  

echoing silently on the cracked walls of my broken heart,  

causing tremors under the waters of a teary sea

a tsunami on the shores of a soul that doesn't belong to me

if love grows stronger through trials,  

then the structures that hide in
caverns of my mind  

are the work  

or the brainchild of a sociopath with a broken smile

I met a seer of note,
One night while visiting a fair
Drawn in by her hollow stare,
While she was standing on a passing float

I was caught in an unyielding grip,
As she held my attention with her eyes
They promised to tear me strip by strip
As she'll sort the truths from my lies

She beckoned me with a crooked finger
As she stepped off the float's deck
I thought I'd dare to linger,
But felt a clawing at my throat, a threat

With a quickened step
I went after her, with haste
Closer, the feeling of fear crept,
The rising bile, I could taste

Like a gracious host, she told me to sit
And then grabbed my hand in her claw
Her eyes directed me to a cup full of grit
I forgot to breathe at what I saw

A hand, severed at the wrist
In a place, shrouded in flames.
I recognized it as I felt my heart twist
The hand of my brother, James

Tears fell from my eyes
The memories came down crashing
I saw her smile and felt my anger rise
My eyes may have also been flashing

What right did she have
To bring up something so painful
Then have the gall to laugh
At succeeding in being cruel

"I have a message for you"

She said, staring down her nose at me

"Your brother has something to say.
He knows about your pain and anger, at what happened on that day."

Then from underneath the table, she brought out a package

"He said, to give you this. It was taken from the wreckage."

My trembling hand shot out and I took from her the gift
Then I ran out alarmed as the tent was swallowed by a rift

Once I was at a fair, where her all-seeing eyes beckoned
Then I found myself in my bed, gasping air.
Must have been a nightmare, I reckoned


Then I saw on my pillow
The cruel truth show
The gift from that seeing cow
Sitting with an eerie glow

When I was younger still
I knew a girl with a hollow stare
Her hair was black and her skin fair
And she walked as if with a broken will

I knew her well
At least I thought I did
But I was still yet a little kid
I never knew what stories her tears could tell
At night, when they fell

We played sometimes
Our little games, were many
Our imaginations knew little limits, if any

She said, "how fleeting are the pleasures
that are disguised to bring you pain.
How little is held of the memories we gain"

At night when we were called inside
Her little grip grew stronger
I always thought she had decided
To play a little longer

I never knew
Her laughter few
Her breath haggard
Her stumbles staggered
Her blood spewed
I never knew