Puff Puff Give

I can’t talk for long
I’ve got things to do.
But I was alone
And I wanted to talk
About you
About me
About us.

About nothing in particular
About anything
Anything really that involves
Me
You
Us.

I wanted to talk about everything
But I have nothing to say
So lets just talk about nothing
Not about me
You
Or us.

I have to go but I feel better now
Because I was alone,
With me
Then you
Then us
And anything else
That is nothing in particular.

I write, I cry...I don’t and I will die

I see you by my side
Knowing you are not there.
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I write because I’m unhappy
And even I need some release
From this melancholy siesta
This pitiful, pitiful prison.

I write because I’m weak
An I feel I must make you all happy,
Keep you satisfied
And let you think that
I’m really in control.

I write because I need to remember
Where I came from to know where
Not to go
To never forget the slow sinking dew drops
In my soul.
To win one unsubstantial battle
In this war, which
I cannot begin to fight.

I write because I need to cry
- cry out to anyone willing to listen.
I write because I feel
- feel nothing but hurt, in flesh
like salt in the open

I, like a needle – I hurt
I hurt because I do not know
I do not know because,
I cannot know.
At least not today, not while
I’m unhappy.

Riddle me this

Elementary my dear
it’s just a game that’s all.
Such it is, and so
It is such
Leaving a minuscule difference between
Too little and too much.
If you desire it to be this
You invariably end up with that
Perchance you’ll dream
But in reality fall flat.

By and by you might just win
Rise to the top and be crowned a king.
Till then good fellow,
All I can say is “Adieu”
Flee I must, this game was never designed for two

If you really love something

If you love something let it tear you apart
And break you from within.
If you truly love it
Chances are you’ll never win.

If you love something run from it
An see if it follows
If you truly love it
The empty loneliness will not be hollow.

If you love something be natural
And don’t let everyone know
If you truly love it
Then your love itself will show.

If you love something free it
And let it be
If you truly love it
Listen and don’t love like me

“Life is like a snowball.
If you don’t stop it at the beginning,
It just gets more dangerous”

Gone Fishin’

The passing thoughts of the changing moment
Leave me for an instant and for a time
Are gone.
In that time I am void,
A hollow black hole,
Independent of fact
Living in fiction.

I am empty as the thoughts
Glide over the contours of the earth,
As they shout from the roof tops
Their cries echoing in the depths of the valleys
Of my mind.

I am as empty as the thoughts
That have left me,
Standing in the dark in these final hours
to make it so.

My thoughts are of beauty
Never changing but always new.
My thoughts are my own
My thoughts are you.

Purple Petals, with a Yellow Stain

Smile for me one last time
That I might remember you
Smile so that every sense in me may be
Heightened in the ecstasy of my world that is you

Look at me and be the closing
Image, to mark the beginning of this night
Look so that our eyes might engage
In a seemingly endless touch,
An eternal conversation

Move and gesture
While the world is still at rest
Move and gesture
Let me imagine your sweet caress

Speak to me, fill me with the
Nothingness of us.
Tell me about the emptiness
Of we.
Explain to me that which
Has not been.

Love me,
Just for a moment
Do nothing else,
But love me.

Billy Shake the Spear

I have nothing to offer you
That much you should know
I have no silver or gold
I’m not wise and neither am I old
I have no stories to tell
I’m quite simple as well
I have nothing much give you
Just in case you hadn’t seen
No platinum gifts
No comment to uplift
I have few riches and no wealth
By the way I’m in horrible health
I have no thoughts on this moment
And now I have no more words for this sonnet

Big Brother is watching...

Watching, waiting
Waiting in watch.
Never blinking
Of you I am thinking.

Watching, waiting
Do I watch too much?
Never sighing or though
Inside I’m dying.

Watching, crying
Waiting smiling.
Time passes by
The never faltering eye.

Waiting, laughing
Watching nothing
Never blinking
Of you I am thinking.

The End?

At the end where do we go, with whom do we stay?
Do we look down and protect those we loved?
If we burn do we join the sea, and there will we always be?

What about the words that we never got to say?
Is there a second chance?
What about romance?
What of those who didn’t believe, what becomes of them?
When does eternity end, cause I don’t feel like waiting?

I speak from my heart but is there anyone listening,
Are you all too busy doing what you “have” to do?

I don’t not fear death; it is not the end.
It is life that scares me.
I look forward to the end and receive it with open arms.
Do you?

May be then I will be with all those who could not wait and went ahead.
When I die who will care, I feel there is nobody there.

Death is not the end,
It is merely my gateway to the beginning.

(In loving memory of Panganai and Baby John Tandi)

Old folks hoax

Slowly, slowly he is coming to terms
With the fact that his world will no longer turn.

Painfully he is watching a hole grow in his heart
With the end so close it is too late for him to start.

He’s forgetting, what it is to feel
The scars are deep, he will never heal.

He knows that his wounds have only just begun
He wonders if there is much further left to run.

Gradually he is watching the picture turning grey and grim
Every moment, drawing closer the suffering, still in store for him.

He sees it all gently fading away
And there is nothing he can do or say.

He hears the music dying down
As they take it all, take his crown.

It’s so dark, and there’s nothing left
But he alone can not forget.
The pain increases each day and yet
Only he, has no regrets.