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 Sep 2015 Wade Lancaster
Gaye
We stood in front of my grandmother’s
Old almirah, facing each other
The peacock feather and empty bags  
Of the square room fell silent all over again,
Like strangers we stood facing each other.

Then they all came, marched in, reflections,
Paraded in like martyrs of Brute’s History.
I knew them all, she knew them too
They came, touched us one by one,
Like strangers we stood facing each other.

She looked confused just like me
Watching life pass by, centuries reuniting
After a very long season break, nations-
Travelled, explorers stood upstairs watching,
Like strangers we stood facing each other.

Streets strapped the coffee cans and middle-
Aged hospitals swallowed wars. Married women
Bend over like animals and in months, unable
To breathe they gave birth to few number plates;
Like strangers we stood facing each other.

The city vomited battles, human heads
And dreams of muted foul slaves. Men and-
Their violent tradition screeched for blue number-
Plates, lean number plates, handsome number plates;
Like strangers we stood facing each other.

Unexploded bombs bounced happy homes,
My brothers, my kids, my mothers
Blew their windows and ran, ran away,
Ran afar without destination;
Like strangers we stood facing each other.

They were all dark, their land was darkness
Or were we all blind?
Like a watchman we preserved darkness,
The vapours that filled their glasses did not speak;
Like strangers we stood facing each other.

We are all reflections, ripples and mirrors
Of men-dead and living.
They all stood outside my almirah, million faces
Inside a mirror. She did recognize them;
Like strangers we stood facing each other.

She did nothing, an unusable empathy rolled in,
The hypocrite did not even cry.
In quiet hours she smelt pain, blood and
History flowing from confronting corners;
Like strangers we stood facing each other.

An insignificant obligation drowned her nerve,
They needed a home, candle flame, cotton and wool.
The land, their land has become unfamiliar
And they stood outside locked gates and laws;
Like strangers we stood facing each other.

They all smelt the same blood, the abused blood,
I tried to kiss them and they kissed me back with-
Their cold lips. I tried to touch them, they touched-
Me back with water in their eyes;
Like strangers we stood facing each other.
THE ALCOHOLIC'S DITTY

Beer during breakfast
Whiskey during mid-day
Cognac at five
***** during dinner drives my blues away.

I am jumping for joy
My wife has filed for divorce
Drinks will solve all my legal problems
My best recourse!
NIL
 Sep 2015 Wade Lancaster
jerely
Leaving my thoughts hang on the wall
Picking up your favorite lines & quotes
Just how beautiful stars could
shine so bright
Whereas the night shimmers all through
Stroll out, somewhere we could
take gaze into Capricorn, Ursa Major
& the entire Universe
Occupied by the seasons
of autumn, winter, spring & summer
Love as purest soul as it can have
For the moment of truth
We may embark the squibbing feelings
Too catchy and euphoria.
I don't know if the title is suited for the content of my poem. Kind of mess.

Jerelii
Sept 6, 2015
Copyright
 Sep 2015 Wade Lancaster
NvrMnd
...
“I understand”, you’ll say
“You actually don’t”, I can say

...
We don’t really understand each other, do we?
What we truly feel is under the deepest of sea
We act differently as what is real
Predictable façade is what we see
...
Forged by its surrounding
It is deceiving

...
We react, we judged, we don’t understand
What people really stand
Within the horrifying ugly face of human race
Is a soul that is pure, living in its suitcase
...
He scream, he fight, he fall
Left unheard at all

...
-nothing more-
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