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SKYSCRAPER DREAMS

Scraping my up closer to the sky
One brick of dollared mortar at a time
Escaping away. No sir, it’s no lie.
I believe if I climb higher, I’ll find
Myself nearer to heaven, or hell if I fly
Out of the burning window, gravity unwinds
As I plummet into smokey nothingness, why

Do we chase these skyscraper dreams?
Only for them to come crashing down in a heap
Beside us, in a bloodied rubble of ambition
A lonely place for them ashen clowns of commerce to keep
On juggling our happiness
In their burst; muddied bubble of monetary attrition

MYSTERIOUS GEL

Dear Mum, I have not much to give you in the way
Of monetary value or clever sounding words to say
How much you mean to me and the sun kissed rays
Of patience; love and compassion you give out each day

For 3 score years and ten since the year of your birth
And somehow you still find a way to unearth
Depths in others and in yourself, you see their worth
Dust down their shelves and look beyond the dirt

Stained moments from their guilt-ridden past
Cobwebbed closets of hidden secrets that last
No longer when you begin peeling away the mask
Of layered smiles and platitudes, soon they cast

Aside their crumbling walls, made of sand and paper
Defenses which soon fall when you take the rapier
Of His Word to their hearts, their excuses soon taper
Off when they start to grasp it’s no self- indulgent caper

For, no shallowness exists in the deep well of your soul
More hallowed is the myst-erious gel in which you hold
Your family together and your friends whom you console
With your listening ear, open eyes and wisdom which you unfold

For my Mum’s 70th Birthday

FREEDOM IS…

They say ‘you don’t know what you got until it’s gone’,
But nothing about if you never had it to begin
Did they say if they know what it’s like to go so long
Without your basic human rights being treated like a sin

Born into poverty, the kid never had a chance,
At a young age, he had learnt how to dance
Between the bullets and the punches
Thrown beer bottles; no school lunches
Drug pushers and teasing friends
People traffickers and a world of dead ends

They say ‘you don’t know what you got until it’s gone’,
But nothing about if you never had it to begin
Did they say if they know what it’s like to go so long
Without your basic human rights being treated like a sin

But, he’s not the only kid who doesn’t know
What freedom is or where it goes
But only how to get by each day
How to survive and not get played
Freedom is sleeping in his own room
Not coming home to rest in a wooden tomb

They say ‘you don’t know what you got until it’s gone’,
But nothing about if you never had it to begin
Did they say if they know what it’s like to go so long
Without your basic human rights being treated like a sin

August 14, 2011
The Lady & the Wasp

A high-pitched squeal shakes me out of my prose induced trance
I raise my head up to see an elegant lady in an unelegant dance
Between the seats in a phobia induced panic derived from a wiley wasp
On it’s last legs, buzzing it’s way through the open door, it’s on the cusp
Of death, soon it’s ducking and weaving between a folded newspaper
Aimed in it’s direction with deadly intent, the excitement soon tapers
Off, after the creature meets his inevitable end, squished between
The paper and the window, the mood slowly returns to the serene
Soothing slumber of a Sunday that it was before.

WHAT HAPPENED

What happened is the tears dried in
To my tired and thickening skin
My heart gave out, but did not give in
As my mind teetered on the thin

Ledge of erupting emotions and functional sanity
From the dormant volcano of pent-up humanity
Rivers of boiling lava unveiling the man you see
Sweeping away the shelter of self-composed vanity

Now the mountainside of my soul looks incredibly bare
Stripped down to its roots, like it was never there
No time for sentiment, no place left to stare
Except for the smoking remains of my once fair…

Youthful idealism and bubble-wrapped innocence
Religious fervour and divine coincidence
mournful ruminations on avoidable incidents
Now let me evolve from the ashes, but only in increments.

August 9, 2011

CARPET OF SNOW

Leaving the cosy confines of the sitting room
And the raging open hearth fire, the heat of which
Has embraced my very soul, I make my way
Slowly to the door, the last line of protection between
Me and the hostile winter cold that awaits outside
Bitter; fierce and unfriendly, bu t I push the handle down,
Open wide and thrust myself out into the freezing onslaught
And I become intimately acquainted with a snowball
Friendly intentions, but leaving a ferocious imprint
My face reeling from the icy impact, my cheeks stinging
From the blow, I look to see where it came from
And I spot the familiar; sweeping smile, peering out from
Behind the snow-covered bushes, michievous; bequiling;
Irresistable, I suddenly forget what season I’m in
And propel myself myself out into the snow, thick carpets of it
Crunching underneath my feet as I run towards her,
Gathering the magical white substance into my hands
As I go, condensing it; shaping it into the seasonal ball
Shaped missle of un that it is. She tunrs one way,
Then another, giggling and laughing, her wavy brown
Hair catching in the wind, until I catch her by the hood
And…. then a shot rings out!
I stop dead in my tracks, unfortunately she stopped too
Dead and lying on the ground, color squeezed out of her
Another color, red, now seeping out from underneath
Her jacket and staining this thick carpet of snow.

Published on September 5, 2011 at 5:06 pm  Leave a Comment  

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