"powerlessly" poems
Went to my magwinya lady today,
she's contained at the canteens on north campus,
As she rose up her left eye was bluish ****** grey,
A lump in my throat formed not as big as the one on her face,
my eyes secreted their salty solution,
my mind quickly processed confusion,
"M-m-m-m-may i-i-i p-p-lease have five magwinyas"
She smirked at my muttered utterance as she began to fill the thin transparent plastic with the oily flour-filled *****
I reluctantly asked "What happened to your eye?"
She responded in Xhosa reasonably assuming my common cocoa coating meant our tongues matched until I told her otherwise.
Eventually she simply said, "Fight".
I said, "you got in to a fight?"
She said "Mmm".
I went over to my banana lady and said the magwinya lady has a black eye and she casually claimed, "Her boyfriend beat her yesterday."
Confirming what my teary eyes and lumpy throat knew to be true when I saw my sweet magwinya lady with a swollen eye ****** grey and blue.
Frustrated at the nothing I could do.
Powerlessly pirched on a brown bench as the black sparrows chirped pleading for a piece of my last magwinya,
Should I tell her to escape?
Is that even my place?
How many black eyes are blotched on this bruised land i, a fearful foreigner, trace?
I'll bury my brain in my book,
somewhat cowardly crook,
I'll see what i saw but take no second look,
like a camel's head in the sand,
I'll timidly tell myself these things are just too hard to understand.
Nov 3, 2021
Nov 3, 2021 at 6:43 AM UTC
In the shadows of the walls
where laughter once reverberated
as a symphony of gleeful bliss,
intonational inclines arise in the dark
as dancing phantoms haunt
the smirking silence which dissipates
from the splotched, upended floorboards,
while midnight footprints breathlessly creak,
cradling the demonizing affirmations whispered,
the very ones I knew would never become true.
We stood by, powerlessly spectating
as the love we once shared
gasped for air, red in the face,
its gushing carotid bulging in desperation,
four lungs incinerating themselves
with imminent anticipation
of the death gleaming
just over the horizon,
its violet hues juxtaposing
with the glimmering night skies
of faded constellations comprising the celestial
as moonlit silhouettes waltzed across the water,
a bright cerulean rippling in our presence,
the genesis of a journey unforeseen.
Brutal acceptance rains from my eyes,
a rumbling river that reigns supreme
over the rounded stones stacked high
as a towering dam of branches and rubble,
leftover waste long forgotten and forlorn;
hometown fantasies of childhood memories
linger longer than our lost loyalty,
liberating me from the rusted chains
you'd stapled into my brittle bones,
a leash tied tightly around my throat
to **** me from my courageous caution
back into the splintered wheel
dictating our selfish agendas,
empty promises of dilapidated affirmations
now turned weary and worn
with this newfound sense of reflection,
a dichotomy depicting time's own passage,
the consequence of a metamorphic resolution
of open wounds blossoming into eroded scars.
Futuristic visions of lesions now mended
seamlessly fuse with renewed self-reception,
your broken promises stitched with the threads
ripped from the capillaries comprising my core,
blood-stained carpet of scarlet and crimson
fading into an aged and weathered maroon,
never truly waning in its acquainted pigment
yet blossoming into a stained fabric
portraying the promises of the past,
of decayed ruins now industriously erected
into a radiant utopia of gallant, rubious valor,
the final product of an unyielding resolve
to have our story rewritten, our own steadfast evolution.
Jan 6, 2024
Jan 6, 2024 at 6:24 PM UTC
Your soft caress still haunts me night and day,
Like morning dew escapes a sleepy leaf...
Each time it fleets all reason goes astray,
And all the senses powerlessly heave
A sigh that brings about a torment sweet
And eases but in conversation when we meet...
(c)kRu, 13.12.2005 - 17.01.2006
Jan 30, 2010
Jan 30, 2010 at 12:38 AM UTC
God what I'd give for her goodnight kiss
a menagerie of midnight looks and licks at her lips
a motley mix of *** and sensual slips between her hips
If only for tonight my face could caress her fingertips
If her chestnut and champagne tresses could traipse across my silhouette
If i could have the privilege to be powerlessly entranced by her eyes like on the day we met
God what I'd give for her goodnight kiss
If before sleep our mouths could be the strings, I'd be her marionette
Sep 21, 2012
Sep 21, 2012 at 12:26 PM UTC
How fast is not too fast?
And how slow is just alright?
Tell me,
which one is
Just about the right pace
To fall in love
with You
Because, tomorrow
I don't
want to cry alone regretting
That I gave in too fast
Or have that question
in my heart,
If you deserved some time
a few days more
and Love, a second chance
Because, today
I am insane
and all I do is cry
Darlin, darlin..
Just about the right pace to fall in love
Is this too soon? Too late?
What would you do
Had you been me?
Also, I feel
shaky and lost
Vulnerable, like never before
Powerlessly, in love
May be
Yeah
So tell me..
before I sleep off
tonight,
..
Feb 12, 2011
Feb 12, 2011 at 9:27 PM UTC
I saw her across the highway, shyly dancing,
Mute spectators imprinting her inside their memory,
Some to their cameras.
She tangled the desert with the whirls of her skirt,
Walked its bare chest with anklets melting to the hot sun,
Only to sell salt, her monopoly, and sing in perfect melody,
A stranger to the land, a stranger everywhere.
Where does it hurt? I have no idea
Somewhere inside, it was raining, raining heavily
Music and art and love decoding themselves to a new myth.
At absolute moments like this-
I cried, powerlessly begging for help, distressed corridors-
Pushing me across wind, water, light and obsessions
It did hurt. Everywhere.
“Your eyes are black, black as coal, oh banjara!”
I was sinking into her scrap clay
The pedant moulded into pots and toys and saucers
Lurking with words she barely penned, love,
As divine as it is, like onion in peels, hidden.
I wanted to sleep, in the most innocent leg
But she kept travelling, everywhere, everywhere.
Mar 13, 2016
Mar 13, 2016 at 10:30 PM UTC
A plethora of metallic chords
echo bluntly through a
hollow skull. The moonlight
burns many pallid, young
faces as they bathe in pools
of dull light.
Watching, waiting, wanting.
My breathing is shallow and
powerlessly, up here, I sit.
Like a hopeful hawk, I perch.
The shame a hawk feels when
likened to a vulture.
But I won't pick at your bones,
rolling as the Earth explodes
like fireworks. I have no
desire for dead meat, destroyed
by shells and their melancholic
tune or heart strings plucked
like a harp.
Two of you scuttle beneath me,
through the dead and the dirt
like cockroaches, burying into
the ground.
"So long my sorry friends" says
the hawk as he swoops and
dives to catch his prey.
Jun 1, 2014
Jun 1, 2014 at 2:23 PM UTC
Embed in me the carcass of my infancy
Propel me like the shadings of faded beginnings
You fathered me upon the ravages of futility
Distended by landscapes of time inconstant
Stuttering mindless oblivions in the vacuum of destiny
See me here …You the one they call Sovereign
I gush beneath the onslaught of your outpouring
A steady depletion of obscure remembrances in my devastated soul
Wrist opened so that my life may somehow return to its origin
Scaling the porcelain that shatters with inner screams
Prepare in this sacred moment a pearl upon the cheek of sacrifice
Like claws from the lowest regions scrape the walls of existence
I powerlessly praise the one casting me into the accursed
May 9, 2012
May 9, 2012 at 5:52 PM UTC
It was like the entire sky
Shook and vibrated to the melody.
So much so, it silently spawned within me.
Compelled me to exist in sync with it.
Luring me like a beautiful lady does a child with her touch which ends at the chin.
I look to the heavens above
Waiting to be consumed by the dark blue sinister void,
That has the hope of wholeness yet nothingness clung onto it like stars in the night sky,
Unreachable.
With each note to the beat,
Like a stone dropped in open seas creating ripples,
A wave of dark, silken black hits me.
My carrier, my body, as I imagine,
Aimlessly, powerlessly, as if enjoying the uselessness, remains.
Simply. Like a corpse in still, deep waters.
Not on the surface, but not yet reaching the seabed.
I, once again, remained happy with just the sense of nearing my utopia.
Dec 14, 2014
Dec 14, 2014 at 10:46 AM UTC
I devoured the last cookie
It submitted to my tongue so quickly
Delicious and soft destruction sweetie
Yet there is no shame, I am powerlessly coy
Bonded to my water-retention joy
Wait until your stare can see
My new lace ******* and underneath
Nov 17, 2020
Nov 17, 2020 at 11:33 PM UTC
The day you took my wings was the day I forgot how to fly
Silly, isn't it?
I forgot who I was
Just because of some stupid wings
But they weren't just wings
Every strand of cells that threaded into my backbone held my thoughts and my dreams
The day you gave me my wings was the day you called me your angel
Each person becomes somebody's angel at least once in their life
It's a proven fact
And in that instance, their spine starts to tingle
The bone constructs more bone, the muscle constructs more muscle
Pulling, stretching, forming
Until finally your newly assembled skeletal muscles and bones break through the skin
Don't worry, it doesn't hurt—it only tickles
At that moment all your memories, thoughts, and dreams shape themselves into feathers
After it's all over, you have a brand new pair of wings
Though you can't see them
The colors of the feathers are stunning
Shades of reds, oranges, purples, blues, and yellows
Cover every inch of your angel wings
You may often find a stray feather lying about
Drained of the beautiful colors it once had, left instead gray or brown
Most people conclude that a poor bird just happened to lose it
They never suspect it came from a pair of angel wings
Maybe even their own
Because sometimes people misplace one of their memories or dreams
And a feather falls unnoticed, powerlessly carried off in the wind
Every day I lost pieces of myself
And you didn't bother to put me back together
The feathers that held my dreams whisked away in the breeze
Until my wings became naked skeletal bones and muscles
The day you took my wings was the day I forgot how to fly
And I'm still falling
Dec 23, 2012
Dec 23, 2012 at 12:52 AM UTC
Humanity is a fickle thing, but it's impossible to feel otherwise. Inescapably, regrettably, powerlessly human in every moment of my life except when I'm with you. With you I'm a whirlwind of contradiction; just as hot and cold meet I live uncontrollably in my own head, spinning and whirling trying to feel normal again. When I'm with you I feel unbreakable without a single weakness in sight until you're all I see. The one thing making me an unstoppable force destroyed by you, the unmovable object. When I love you I'm powerless and lost just like every other fool humanity has destroyed , but I can't be beaten. I find myself parading aimlessly in your perfect presence feeling vulnerable with your hand around my heart to crush or to massage. You're the only exception to the only constant in my life making me feel impossibly yet unstoppably human.
Aug 27, 2014
Aug 27, 2014 at 4:10 AM UTC
the omni-invisible TRUTH
omni-powerlessly
falls down
AND
A CHILD
IS BORN
and we too
we too
Oct 11, 2010
Oct 11, 2010 at 1:27 PM UTC
and the gentle desert song
reaching out and thru
with visions of a spendor and grace
unto
our abandoned boys and girls
fed with visions of war
and hate
....
.....
the road is long
there is no turning back
there is no going forward
there is only abuse
of every sacred song
every sung
----
the desert heat beneath the holy sun
the mild desert fresh scented air
the poison of war that is everywhere
-------
the gentle people
and the hate
a simple marriage
forced by "the kings"
powerlessly puppeted
we repeat
what it is
we are told to say
---
---
somewhere...sometimes
maybe "here"
"today"
the sleeping people
will come awake
and maybe
it might be you
once again holy
once again true
--
--
and the gentle desert song
reaching out and thru
with visions of a spendor and grace
unto
our abandoned boys and girls
fed with visions of war
and hate
....
.....
Aug 14, 2010
Aug 14, 2010 at 11:26 AM UTC
They say hell hath no fury
Like a woman scorned
Well we have scorned this mother of ours
Like no child of hers before
We have stripped her body bare
and ****** her **** dry
We’ve tried to beat her to submission
and ignored her anguished cries
And even if humanity
attempts escape into the sky
There is NO way to escape
the father’s ever watchful eye
In outer space
away from mother
is a lonely place to die
And mars is not the place to be
For a resource hungry race
That couldn’t recognise true wealth
If it slapped them in the face
We are now blessed with abundance
But even that seems not enough
Infinite growth, on finite planet
Is a monumental bluff
And if we do not learn to share
and embrace equality
The primal world will bear the brunt
Of our ways of gluttony
The white man might be spared the death
That comes quick and without warning
But while everything around us swiftly dies
We’ll feel the heat and even rich men will start squirming
As they powerlessly face
their imminent demise
We are approaching our extinction
and aware of it
Yet those who wield the sceptre
Would rather not admit
and would prefer to line their pockets
while our house is lined in flames
They’ll have to learn that there are violent ends
to their violent games
Dominating the indigenous
the women and the weak
will only further seal our fate
which at this rate is looking bleak
If we don’t act before we know
we’ll reach the point of no return
In that case there will be no future
for which we all so deeply yearn
Now is the only time for action
To prevent the chain reaction
Perhaps this earth life was a test
Laid before the human race
To determine our deserving
Of even reaching outer space
We have potential to ascend
As a peace civilisation
But if it’s hell in which we strand
it is of our own creation
Though we have the rocket power
If our direction stays distorted
From this womb that is our earth
We’ll be the ones being aborted
For nature and the human kind
Were irreparably misaligned
Yet I believe we have a chance
to heal this earth
If we realise our nature
In ourselves, our inner worth
In my heart I feel I’m part
Of this nature regeneration
To rebel against extinction
And protect all of creation
I believe that’s what is right
This is the peace for which I fight
~Kagiso
Feb 20, 2021
Feb 20, 2021 at 7:47 PM UTC
When I lift my head and meet your eyes
Everything in the world is put to shame;
Deepest of seas, widest of sapphire skies
Are all an insult for where is their flame?
You make the sun blush even at darkest of night,
The moon glow more with each upward stare;
Ironic how you'd pick up a sword in a fight
For the most deadly weapon you already wear.
I carefully look at you from across the fire
You answer me, holding my weakening glance
A smile - you know exactly what you are doing;
You expose me, reveal me, won't give me a chance.
I take a deep breath and crash like the waves
Feel myself powerlessly washing ashore;
I know I am helpless as I again drift back,
And tenderly drown in your blueness once more.
Jul 7, 2017
Jul 7, 2017 at 6:56 PM UTC
Carelessly,
Heartles.
Hopelessly
Thoughtless.
Powerlessly,
Mannerless.
Laughing in sorrow!
Merriment in misery!
Pleasure in pain!
Without culture!
They are people without culture!
Dec 15, 2014
Dec 15, 2014 at 9:59 AM UTC
the omni-invisible TRUTH
omni-powerlessly
falls down
AND
A CHILD
IS BORN
and we too
we too
Oct 11, 2010
Oct 11, 2010 at 1:28 PM UTC
Your glow irradiates the room,
it heats the cold,
it lights the dark.
watch me dance in the embers,
praying powerlessly,
wishing for warmth.
Oct 18, 2019
Oct 18, 2019 at 4:17 PM UTC
Semitalla said
Sweet love god of
The sun
Bring me
Call my name
Semitalla
Her ******* heaved
Legs quivered
Her face ached with want
She called again
Blackness shall be
My destiny
If you don't answer
Amoxicillin the God
Heard her calls
Wanted to heal her wounds
He ached that he had not the power
The god ****** doctors
The farmers feeding their chickens
Making them fat rich
With no regards
Everyone with a virus
Had sought his riches,
He sat powerlessly.
Unable to even answer.
As the damsel in distress
Died of Staph
Sep 7, 2017
Sep 7, 2017 at 2:15 AM UTC
When the trees had fallen
By the hands of men,
No one was was there to mourn.
When the naked patches of hill
Covered the blue mountains
And tall towered trees powerlessly fell,
No one stopped to mourn.
Upon the terrorised trees
Hovered the mother mist.
She snuggled them tight and whispered:
“Do not look, my children.
Nothing will happen.
Tomorrow, everything is going to be okay.”
Her divine wrath wreathed up to the ash sky
And afar-
Afar it went.
Feb 20, 2019
Feb 20, 2019 at 6:31 AM UTC
Friends forever
Doing drugs together
Until I pulled a lever
And tracks were severed
****** barreling
******* caroling
That would make pharaohs sing
Now memories embarrass me
From negativity that shined
I thought fit me fine
But I crossed the line
Of wasting time
End of wits
Tracks were split
Dodging a candlelit
Snake bit
Break pit
Years passed
Pain amassed
Trampled grass
From feet so fast
Things don't last
Now I'm gay
And he's a ****
What can I say?
Maybe it's our posse?
The change I did not see
But pain it has brought me
My sinful past has caught me
Returning shame that had fought me
Show and tell
Sowed in hell
A golden well
Sold then fell
Into two paths
One of laughs
One of wrath
I need a bath
To undo this math
This guilt built
Quilt kilt
Tilts
My mentality
Of congeniality
Back to reality
And functionality
Which devours me
Powerlessly
Struggling to get free
From this depression disease
This bullet train
Bull of pain
Calls my name
From the grain
Of the game
Of my blame
For what remains
Take my lifeblood
And my night flood
Be my right bud
Instead of plight mud
Become invincible
And principled
Not instant mold
Born from cold
There's a track mark
Left from the dark
Of my regretful ark
That seems so stark
It spreads through my body
Making me feel so naughty
Doing mental karate
To say it's not me
It's not my fault
But my complicity
Opened the vault
Filled with salt
Festering inside recovering scars
So even if I'm discovering stars
I'm still locked behind bars
For crimes committed on Mars
Back cracking
Backtracking
Packs stacking
Tacks lacking
Any relent
To my lament
For what I meant
Versus what I sent
But tracks were set
And stations were met
Now I can't pay this debt
When the only way is death
Sep 6, 2018
Sep 6, 2018 at 10:23 PM UTC