Steam Blown Off

OK so now I get it..
I understand..
but who hurts? both you and I.
I'm not going to lie
For some of the things you've done
I'm actually quite stunned
I mean you took it too far, beyond your point.
So now you want to break up our sibling joint.
Yes, I said I understand. but that doesn't mean I accept
What kind of example are you trying to set?
What is this hatred that you can't forget?!
To allow it to go so deep and make you turn sour
To cause you to gossip and bitch, hour after hour..
What is it? What have we all done
For you to do this, give me a reason, just one!
Do you really know what you're causing,
Don't you see?
YOU'RE BREAKING UP THE FAMILY!
Argh!
Fuck it, if you won't hear me
Then I wont here you too
and then I'll simply learn to forget about you
I mean our blood ties aren't visible so i can go on
giving your attitude is that so wrong?
All i want is peace away from this wreckage
not dysfunction, i refuse to be a wreck at this age...

Half Cast..

Too great a poem...
Too great...

The Afrikaan Drum

The Afrikaan drum beat as my heart
The Afrikaan drum aimed like a dart
It oozed through the tough blood
And exclaimed at the very thud
That begun the end to what ruined the Afrikaan pride
It begun the end to the apartheid

The Afrikaan drum reminisces on the guns and the rapes
But the Afrikaan drum moves on from them at its own rhythm pace
The drum fertilizes the grass and blossoms the plants
It heals the pained by bringing them to dance
It teaches how to forgive so not to block the blessed
The Afrikaan drum is pacification at it's crest

The Afrikaan drum published thousands of smiles
It restored the purity of what was defiled
The Afrikaan drum is salvation in art
The Afrikaan drum beats as my heart.

"Busy, Busy London" ..... (Old post)

"Alone!!" is what her silence yelled. Trapped in the midst of so many but not a single soul has identified hers. Their eyes see her, their skin touches her, she is able to be heard. But nobody really knows her. All she knows to do is smile and force her face to lie. She blinks infectiously to hide the truth that lies in her eyes. Her confidence has been abused because nobody understood. Nobody heard her truth. They only heard what they wanted to, to avoid further confusion for themselves.

She in her own world she rules walks this earth unable to adjust. Though familiar nothing registers as something she knows. She can't claim a thing because she is so lost. The streets are messy and wet. Busy, busy London. Nobody has time. Everybody is rushing to their destinations, no time to talk.

The road is narrow which causes her shoulder brush against his, her bag hits his briefcase. They both end up at the same bus stop. Sad eyes look up, Content eyes look down. opposing eyes meet and freeze. A connection!

Until...

His phone rings in her ear. "Hello...Oh yes OK... right. I'll be there in about 10 minutes." He too rushes off to his changed destination, not even a glance back at those sad eyes he had caught sight of....

The Circle of Life

Who said I can't speak? And who said I'm not permitted to?
If I can't say anything what am I to do?
How can you oppress me just to make yourself seem right?
Why should I conform when your bitterness is alight?
An issue has wrapped you up so tight..
You don't see how I'm affected
All you do is speak so not to be objected.
A filibuster is what they call it, when the weaker opponent cheats.
In a political debate they talk out of line in a bid to compromise defeat.
Its just a wonder, when I think of what you expect me to do.
Its just a Hope when I wish for an alternate breakthrough.
This is when I contemplate whether I should give up and succumb to this ugly infestation.
But this only brings with it a consequence I would rather not face.
This circle of life has only turned into a loathsome race.

Will I win?

A Midnight Affair

A Midnight affair...
In which I saw a heartbreak.
The passion was there
But it only lead to a heartache.

His kiss was so smooth
And yet it didn't brace me
For his comforting allude
which had decided to trace me.

Oh! What he caused was nothing less of lust...
His cheeky insinuations with his hands.
They applauded on my body in sexual trust...
Bringing me, a hostage now involved in his plans.

Never crude, he just knew what he wanted
The essence of pleasure on his agenda
For my ebony he enticingly hunted.
I did nothing, but surrender.

When the clock stroke midnight...
The bell chimed at my sound.
The infedilelty of such a night
Has turned my life around.

I found myself at the feet of resent.
When my first heard about my second...
When he heard La Belle from the crescent
of our bed.

Now I have no first, no second , nor a third.
I only look back at that night as a mere fantasy
How absurd.

A Phase of Silence

Stepping into it and
embracing it's wit.
Its a familiar character I remember..
Not just a memory but a heart render.

Faceless, not at all.
Bodiless, no..
But Its the sound I can't recall.
No rhythm, no beat.
What i hear is still and all too neat.

Its big, consumes the place where I exist.
It's a place where sound is missed.
...
A phase of silence..
A song of mute..
No musical guidance...
No symphony roots.

It projects in my mind so I don't speak.
I only stay still to entertain this leak...

of silence.