Timeless Sands

To a dying man in the desert
Like an apparition reaching out a hand
Only to taste the dust of timeless sands
Your soul to me is like refreshing water
Quenching my thirst not simply to survive
But renewing my thirst for better life

Happy Fathers Day

To all the men who are fathers. Who understand and appreciate their blessings. Who unconditionally love those blessings and shall continue to do so. Beacons of love and strength. Father skies who watch over Mother Earth. Those who are proud to be called dad. Happy Father’s Day to all of you. Happy Father’s Day to the mothers who also play both roles. Inspiration. Blessings!

The Game

She hides herself
Camouflages her fractured heart in the bedraggled wilderness of an abyssal anguish
At the unswept kerbside she anxiously awaits the phantasm of a wagon to wealth
A pretty woman
Languishing in her world of concealed pain
This veil won’t disguise her shame for too much longer
A prisoner trapped in the confines of what she is yet to perceive as a beautiful mind
but her misconception of this has led to this destitute life to which she has now resigned
On the beauty of life she no longer ponders
she has fallen victim to the great lie
Believing all of her best years are too far beyond her and that her clipped wings won’t allow her to fly
Stuck in missionary under analytic eyes
His grubby calloused hands claim their prize
Her body moves all seductively
Yet frozen is her mind
Her thoughts and dreams have become idle
As a child she envisioned flying planes and luxurious gowns for pilots purposes all bridal
He touches her but never touches her whole
Like a mosquito sitting on the skin Unhurriedly sucking at her soul
The world looks on with a lack of sympathy for on the surface this is the life she chose
Unbeknown that as a child at the alter of innocence
This is when her precious life had been stole

Sunflowers

I gaze out from the veranda of my chateau
My compass directs me past the courtyard to the bees pollinating at the sunflowers
Revolutions of life
The clear blue yonder above withdraws into twilight as the gloaming sky takes shift
I ponder on philosophies of existence
Appreciating this beautiful gift
I look up in adulation
Knowing you are my head cornerstone
My foundation
Loves authentic epitome and the pinnacle of my sustenance
When I fell into an abyss of nothingness
Intoxicated by torrents of tribulations
When I could no longer cope
You stood by as my greatest ally a celestial beacon of light
Like the sunflower forever blossoming
My shining pillar of hope

Because I’m Black

Why do you stare at me from way over there
With such fear as if I’m about to attack
Have I misconstrued
Or is it because I’m black?

Why do you look at me with such foreign eyes
As if blind to another human being
Have you adjudged my skin to be riddled with sin
Because its rich and full of melanin?

Why do you speak words at me with such vulgarity
As if Im myth of nightmares manifest
Do you feel entitled or superior
What makes you think that I am less?

Why do you address me with such sadness
As if you feel a sense of pity
Is it misrepresentations on the tv
Have you been misled
Miseducated about my history?

Don’t you know that I’m from Kings Queens and scholars
Builders of advanced civilisations?
So when you next stare
Please be aware with unmistakable realisation of the truth
I love the skin I’m in
I am simply beautiful

Tears

If I was a tear
I’d be your struggle for something better meandering down your cheeks caressing the contours of your beautiful velvet face
If I was a tear
I’d be the gentle weep of a mother holding her newborn
A reassurance of love and security felt in an unconditional caress
An authentic embrace
If I was a tear
With you I’d be right here
A gentle reminder of letting go
The release of emotional burden
And all your inner most fears

Mirrors

Perched
I gaze into a depthless mirror
An inquisitive seeker of the truth
The burning essence of nag champa fills the room as contemplation expeditiously descends upon me
Incensed
I stand erect to face the ego to find him staring back at me
Gawking with his iron fisted judgements
He is so self absorbed
An arrogant fool
Wanting me so far removed from myself
I stiffen at the thought that his master plan is to annihilate me in his quest for adulation
I’m left with thoughts tumultuous as I stare back at him with his ink scrawled instructions upon his commanding chest
Today there will be no fleeting glance
I have reached the threshold
I will sober him from his intoxication of idiocy
With all the sinews of my heart
I will strip away his accumulation of lies until it is dust
Melting away his wax impression
Burnishing my blemished soul
Till it is left raw and unedited
Till I’m in unity with what I see
Pleasing and esteemed
In the mirror
Free
My true reflection
In the image of that who created me