Sunday, 22 January 2017

Happy New Year

Happy new year
But we're cynical about the vigil
It’s just another day
We’re impervious to wishes and prayers
They’re just empty words
Our hearts are insulated against hope
Can’t afford another let down

From experience
Optimism doesn't stay the hands of fate
The first few minutes have no bearing
It’s a drop in the ocean of 10000 others
Whether you meet it in at the altar
Or behind a film of smoke
The new year like all news only hits once
Then it’s back to regular clockwork
Indeed only the year is new

But for the sake of those to whom it matters
Let's gift each other a Happy New Year

Friday, 16 September 2016

OUR LOVE IS A CACTUS



Our love blossoms in the wild
It opens gracefully with the touch of dew
Peaks with the waves at high tide
And runs free with deer in the wild
Our love heats up and rises
And falls as rain on deserted islands
Our love electrifies in abandoned castles
And cackles and lights up on exotic shores

Our love is agoraphobic
It cannot take the pounding of a busy city
It shrinks at the clink of coins
And shrivels from abandonment between 9 and 5  
Our love is a loner
It is suffocated by the embrace of friends and family
It has no room for existential setbacks
Our love is a dreamer
It is at sea in the real world

Our love is a cactus
It thrives in isolation but hurts and bleeds in living spaces

Saturday, 11 June 2016

I'd Like To Know



I would like to know how it would feel like
to have all of you in me

All of you,
the very essence of you as my man

I'd like to swallow you whole,
suck you up into my being,
take you deeper into my soul
I would want to taste you at the back of my brain,

I want the taste to filter down
the tips of my finger, down my thighs
and to the tips of my toes

Say bebe, is there a way you can stay still when you're in me?
So that I can gather my thoughts
and interpret each sensation

Can you be still so I can watch you
Can you be, for a single moment,
so I etch your love deep into my bones
Can you be still so I thank the Almighty for this beauty I never thought I'd have

Can you be still?
So I'll learn how to hold on to you with my body
and with my soul
and all of me
Then
you can move;
I'll move with you


Post by anonymous contributor

Tuesday, 12 April 2016

PRETTY CLOSE



I still haven't found words for the gossamer dream we stepped out of
Or the times we fist-bumped our way through small successes
I can't describe the jinxes and the inside jokes, the knowing looks and the unspoken paragraphs that tally to the letter

It is not love when we tell stories to eachother via playlists
Or spend hours into the night making art.
It is not love the things we say to provoke a smile
Or say the meanest things out of spite
It is not even love when we swear the other is more awesome
And get mad about too many compliments

When our skins touch and you call me out for being a trap queen
Or our eyes meet and I compliment your lashes
When we share a smile while lost in crowds
Or brush finger tips when we meet in the hallway
It's not love but it's pretty close

I dread that this won't last forever
I want to screw this up and get it over with
The anticipation of where this will lead kills me
But  excitement of the beauty we make warms me
Maybe this is for the long haul, but I don't mind short-and-sweet

Regardless. ..
When we're 40 and we've lost out on love and family
But we still have eachother, let's make a family...
It wouldn't be love, but it will be pretty damn close

Wednesday, 3 February 2016

Dying moon blues



Adios compadre
In your arms, my friend, Lunar
I ticked n kicked free
I surfed like a tossed shell on the tides
And danced like a wanton shadow  on a tipsy wall
I knew your stay was hour-glassed
N I thought hugging your middle tight enough...
I thought we could make everything still in a tight embrace

But you left on schedule
Leaving me hungover on your intoxicating presence
Now I'm mad
And I'm bawling
... but I'm feeble
But I'm not mourning...
I didn't lose You, you are bereaved of me
Even though you died, I remain,
in another me-niverse with You... two-point-o

Tuesday, 20 October 2015

FUGITIVES


Our Cracked heels carried dust from beneath our bare feet
The spirit of the red earth rising above our heads
Making uncertain the way ahead

I
Was fleeing the darkness
The violent dark cloud with angry eyes
Eyes glowing with hate
Lighting the dark, sucking me into tartarus.
The angry clouds begin to drizzle spittle
Thundering commands to the girl in the corner of the mossy wall
Her balloon navel gives life to the GMG logo on her flour-sack dress
The wind uproots a boabab and sends the slithering roots at her
It tears...
Her clothes, her innocence, her hymen
RUN!
Run little girl run!

You
Were chasing a persona
A daddy who will not pay a lump sum
To escape a life time of installments
Who will not, like the first smoke from a wet hearth,
Spark joy and leave fast for the clouds
And leave a small boy with a birthmark and a search quest
Pitting him against a sore self
RUN
Run little boy run, there is fire on the mountain

We
Brushed shoulders and locked ankles
We did not fall easily
We fought off and fended off
Grabbed and missed and threw our arms wildly
scratching at the wind
We held on to fear
but we fell.

Thursday, 14 May 2015

YAA OF THE RESTLESS SOUL

We gave up on her,
no her ways.
she would cry for no reason
and scare us with unprovoked laughter
she will embrace us all in the morning,
drive us all insane before noon
make peace by dusk
and make our beds on the roof before midnight
this Yaa

she is moody at funerals
and stoic at festivals
we skirt around her temper on egg shells
but we swear shes forgettable.
her dark brown face and blank eyes
the lost look in them loses us and drowns us
we don't remember the mounds that are her lips
we don't look at her much
this Yaa

Yaa the earth goddess
a cold barren land this one
brown sprouts, salty springs and angry mountains
she bears stale fruits and thorny weeds.
she has no bosom our Yaa
her children will drown before she receives another tear
from her runaway lover - the sky
she has baffled the wisest
and smothered the bravest

Yaa of the restless soul,
those who stay long enough know shes troubled
we watched her burn forests
trying to warm up to us
we watched her lover smite her,
his fiery temper and cold love-making
cracked her skin into tortoise shells.
we looked on indifferently
while her children hurt her and neighbors abused her.
our intervention?
we sing of her peculiar ways in the markets.