To complete the circle
you begin
where my left arm ends
an ounce of honey?
my oil from the sun ?
joys intermittent burst
of the endless sky
Glass ships in the air
That sail in my slumber
Do arrest my words
Oh Agape
2011
Wednesday, 26 January 2011
The Raw
How I miss Thee.
So desperate for thy voice
yet part of me knoweth
The futility
I goeth nowhere with you in the end
I tried to hold you
Squeeze thee, but
I could not, what else but to flee
and weep for what never was
2010
So desperate for thy voice
yet part of me knoweth
The futility
I goeth nowhere with you in the end
I tried to hold you
Squeeze thee, but
I could not, what else but to flee
and weep for what never was
2010
A little wisp of Blue
In the hum of the fan, waiting
For the heart to confess its picture
For a little wisp of blue
I borrowed your eyes
to look up from under
my invisibles leapt, dancing
to the tunes of stillness
Didn’t you know
The words leave when you touch
Therefore I pause, in the measure of this moment
for this air to find
in this union
the wings for our soft landing
2011
For the heart to confess its picture
For a little wisp of blue
I borrowed your eyes
to look up from under
my invisibles leapt, dancing
to the tunes of stillness
Didn’t you know
The words leave when you touch
Therefore I pause, in the measure of this moment
for this air to find
in this union
the wings for our soft landing
2011
Thursday, 23 September 2010
Her
How Can you ask whether I care
Don’t you know with her dancing in my middle
My fetishes deserted me
And her rhythm leads me heartwards
To this moment
How can you ask whether I care
Don’t you know that, for her, my madness
Has created a sacred presence
in my memory
were my peace shall live
2010
Don’t you know with her dancing in my middle
My fetishes deserted me
And her rhythm leads me heartwards
To this moment
How can you ask whether I care
Don’t you know that, for her, my madness
Has created a sacred presence
in my memory
were my peace shall live
2010
Monday, 20 September 2010
Afrique
Have our roots have bent your back
through the dusty dunes and humid leaves
We carry you around on our skins
No matter how long we left
The drums have stored in our blood
your language, in an old silence
2010
through the dusty dunes and humid leaves
We carry you around on our skins
No matter how long we left
The drums have stored in our blood
your language, in an old silence
2010
Thursday, 9 September 2010
4am
We cannot be afraid said he
But I am just a chicken
Running for my cave
From 3am’s guilt
I have been trying to stave
I looked into myself trying to be brave
He said, before you head for your grave
It would be wise to study
How what haunts you behaves
2010
But I am just a chicken
Running for my cave
From 3am’s guilt
I have been trying to stave
I looked into myself trying to be brave
He said, before you head for your grave
It would be wise to study
How what haunts you behaves
2010
how it may seem
Of how it might seem
That stillness hides a terror
So that you lock down
Flee from the quiet
forget the sky
But
today in the gutter, water reflected
A waiting sun
with its rainbow rings
2010
That stillness hides a terror
So that you lock down
Flee from the quiet
forget the sky
But
today in the gutter, water reflected
A waiting sun
with its rainbow rings
2010
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