Astro capsuls(car) warm delight
Ballistic speeds to the extreme
Catagorised on shape and style
Detour from the mentor
Elevated on pavement close to enslavement
First to the mark forging through the dark
Grounds down below like a rivers flow
Highlighted with lines to guide you along
I see the danger to react is no stranger
Jerky action bad disaster
Klinkity klink klink on a broken castor
Left outta breath, DMT the chemical master
Money leaves my pocket to fix my expensive little rocket
Need all my wheels to feel, now its heel to heel
Orange is the word that mixes well with porrage
Porrage stays good in storage unlike an orange
Question the suggestion of a new auto selection
Running and walking without the radio theres more talking
Service stations fuel the imagination
Time slips by in the wink of an eye
Under the weather convertables arnt better
Vast spaces traced in the unknown race
Watching life through layers of sand
X-ray vision lights at hand
Yellow dot marks the spot of caution
Zenieth and zorrow were standing on the Yellow

and thats how i crashed my ABCs
next time wont you please
GET THE ******* THE ROAD for me

Hier onder die afdak staan ons nou
Sjuijt! Bly stil! Gouwsie gaan ons in hou.

Vir ‘n **** praat Mnr. Smit nou,
So ‘n langtam, papbek manier van woorde kou

Lees ‘n versie,
Gluur vir Stoute Daan,
Begin toe bid,
Maar wat gaan nou aan?

My hartjie pyn, nie fisies seer..
Dis verlange wat my hart so skeur.
Met oë toe en ore oop
Klink Smitie net sos Oupa Hendrik,
Terug van die dood.

If I were to pour out my bag, myself, there would first be numerous scraps of paper, doodles and small notes. Then maybe some pieces of brightly colored cloth. There would be coins, representing all the change in my life. Miles and miles of film would fall down to the floor. Notebook upon notebook would slam on top of each other, filled with writing. Stick-on-the-ceiling-stars would fall down from the darkness inside the bag. Those are from my childhood. Caps from jars full of summer fireflies would drop down, making a ‘klink’ as they hit the ground. Socks with holes would float slowly to the landing. Pieces from board games, little Candyland men would tumble out, doing cartwheels through the air. Past trinkets and toys, a few postcards, jewelry from past generations, all things that are or were a part of my life….

dis amper vyf jaar later.

jy drink nog saam my koffie in my bed tydens ons stiptelike afspraak -
op nostalgiese Sondae aande
wanneer die wêreld stilraak,
kort voor die week weer sy stophorlosie
aanpas.

die herinneringe tog só aanskoulik,
maar stééds kan ek myself nie bring om
jou stem te herroep nie!

voor ek jou kan vasgryp, weer saam jou kan lag
óf
my gesig sag teen jou bors kan vasdruk,
verdwyn jy,
en Skuld neem jou plek in tussen die lakens,
klink die koppie teen myne
gee ‘n grynslag
en sluk my heel in.

I looked into his eyes again tonight. Dark empty and soulless. We had summoned him. Jack and I. That's Mr Daniels to you.
He often passed by or sent his dog to visit but tonight was different, special. He heard the bottles klink to no expectation, but when he heard the capsules spinning on the table, it was an invite he simply couldn't refuse.
He didn't rush. No need to be crass, for patience was his strongest quality after all.
No one let him in. He simply appeared and took his seat at the table, measured what was left in the bottle and counted the capsules.
He simply waited. Often his visits were swift and he never left alone. But some he knew had no certainty. He couldn't offer a helping hand or guidance for he never interfeared, "Heaven forbid!" He loved irony, as although he had never visited heaven personally, you will understand he had dropped off many travellers.
Hours passed and dawn came with a jolt and pain. Closely followed by ***** and self loathing. As I left the bathroom head pounding I thought I saw him leave, just a shadow. Until next time. The next party for one.

Contemplation, rumination, damnation:
all things that happen more in this cell than elsewhere.
This cell.
I won’t be here much longer,
and there’s not a word you can say that can help me now.
The terror of the night keeps me awake.

Agitation, anticipation, rationalization:
thoughts whirl around in my head and
you don’t understand—I can’t
control them.
I wipe my brow.
The introspection causes my chest to quake.

Explanation, elucidation, machination:
that this must not be my fault.
I’m innocent!
But—how can I show them, show you
what made me,
the terror that caused in me a break?

Justification, accusation, realization:
It was the world that did this—it was
my mother, my father, my brother
my teacher, my preacher,
my—you. You fade into me
and it’s this understanding that begins my shake.

Consternation, hesitation, cessation:
I have no one left to blame,
I’ve been abandoned by even
my folly, our folly.
Really now,
I should have known how long this would take.

Capitulation, resignation, preparation:
With a sound besides my brain—klink go the keys—
the understanding bubbles up
as bile hits my throat and
it’s time, “it’s time” ring at once
Even the terror can’t keep me awake.

Drawn by the bliss
my eyes are still closed from the last kiss
You ........................leave me.................
( OK for dramatism I'm leaving this line blank .......
So pretend I didn't say " breathless")
Oh my love why does love hurt so bad
And though ours is always short lived
I.....m.....obsessed i can still taste you on my lips
Why does our love need to be like this
When it comes to you there can be no substitute
Like a mad dog i run
Im insatiable i know when you come around
I become unstable
and i run
And i watch the toilsome sun
And the lunatic moon
Doomed to chase her
Without shame
from noon to noon
Like a moth to the flame
Relentless i dare not say
What the moon does is insane.
Anybody who can see what i go through to be with you .
Would say we both act the same



Dawn as the mist and the darkness
Are slowly consumed
Oh my heart yearns as days get longer
The very heart of me feeds on the time we are apart
Even my love for waiting grows fonder
I fantasize

My desire gets  stronger
And i run
You are near
The season is here
my enchantress
I succumb to you
Impatiently im not waiting
The lazy hot sun slowly crawls over the rock to help me
Aqua blue sky and ohhhhhhh
My love you are always looming
Within my lunatic mind
And i run to the end of my chain
My neck snaps where the pavement ends
I know where you are
Eyes fixed i need you
Oh my love
These chains will never hold not now no No NO
Calm down get a grip try to be smart about this .
Then i thrash like a mako
Klank jerking klank yanking
Klink
Thats it
A week link
Nostrils flared eyes purple
Half naked chest full
A wink and a perverted smirk
And i run
In to the splendor
I see you my love.
Do you remember
How many times you cut me
The blood you have taken .
The pain you inflict
My dear i was a meer child when we met  the first cut waz so severe
Im inflicted infected from youre nectar im so sick without you
I dont want a cure ill never recover
Like an addict ill always be here for you........................
Oh my wild mountain blackberry
love could never convey the the emotion or the essence of way i feel about you .

Lawrence Hall
Mhall46184@aol.com  
https://hellopoetry.com/lawrence-hall/
poeticdrivel.blogspot.com

                     A Time Capsule for our Noblest Soldier

                          “In war I do not like to take sides”

                                         -Sergeant Schultz

If there must be time capsules buried beneath
Statues of bold men wearing uniforms
As a remembrance of man’s noblest ideals
Let us have one for dear ol’ Sergeant Schultz

A recipe for Hans' apple strudel
A bottle of his favorite Pilsner beer
A Cuban cigar from Colonel Klink’s stash
And a menu from the Hofbrau House

But especially the strudel

If we must honor soldiers, as some assert
Then let us include their favorite dessert

Love abounding in sweet fruity vines
it's singing a Parisian song
written about love longing in cherished tempo
sounding its vineyards
dancing on windy waves
climaxing its fruit
on table tops

Twinned on poles legume tentacles
likened to arms wrapping upwards
doing a roundabout twisting pole dance
in motion only meant for time lapse
escaping in quiet aesthetic persuasion

Loving earth matrix holding tender
its children of the vineyard
feeding offspring its nutrients
by cupping its rain
besides earth mother holding upwards,
on stake-poles,
vines to kiss the sun
and give forth indulgence to mankind

Sweetness to be consumed in future
consumption in redness upon palates
of delightful caressing of fruity Bacchus charm
Delicate collision of evening glasses under moonlight as two
delicate glasses Klink to the sound of  salud
while lily shaped glasses cradling the gift of the loving vinyard
Embracing delicate taste buds and submerging
austere social protocol into libido desire of love