Days on Earth

Our days on earth are fleeting
A mere whisper on the breath of time
The fragility of the soul is akin to the papery wings of a butterfly
We delude ourselves with the fancy that our souls are ours to keep
But they do not belong to us
They belong to the creator
Who will recall us at will
Whether we be errant or willing
Greater humankind dwells within a mirage of frivolity and base desire
Hardly paying heed to pleas of his brother
For freedom, for justice, for the right to live in peace.
Human life has become cheap
We die like flies being swatted by the giant hand of greed and intolerance.
The earth is shrouded in a great cloud of fear
Slowly moving lower to engulf the hearts of the innocent
And where death is welcomed as an end to tortured existence.

My Diminishing Garden

I was walking along the paths of my life
Gazing at the weeds pushing up
through the cracks in the paving of my soul
The will to rip the weeds gone
Only left were the beautiful memories
The flowers of purity lining the sides
Trees of spirituality providing a soothing shade
A trickling stream of unwavering faith
completing it's picturesque image.
Now, there is naught but arid land
and withered branches.

Sea of Dreams

The ocean sang to me of its treasures
As it sparkled and glittered
In the embracing warmth of the rising sun.
It's aquamarine depths
Lightening the darkness of my soul
With it's buoyancy.
Waves lapped around me
In a comforting caress
The silken sand playfully tickling.
It spoke to me of a love
That crossed it's expanse
In search of his completement
And as I lay upon the sand
Gentle waves carried me
Ever so slowly within it's embrace.
I closed my eyes,
The ocean murmuring it's magnificence
In my ears. Then!
Strong hands grasped at me
As i opened my eyes
To the tinkling laughter of the midmorning surf.

The Invisible Demon

Dissatisfaction seeps through the cracks in my soul
Slithering across it's surface in long fingered shapes,
Moving to engulf me until I asphyxiate.
Screaming out silently to be released
The cells from my mind,
Fizzle from exertion
I am a being trapped by emotion.
A spirit caught in it's earthen shell.
The sense of hope lost
Feasts upon my heart like maggots upon dead flesh.
Indeed my soul is but a carcass.

Where the heart is.

Africa
Land of beauty and riches
The cradle of mankind
Brushed by the glimmering rays of Islam
A land ravaged by the greedy
A land torn apart by war and poverty
Struck down by disease and tribal feud
She suffers this land
The rivers run red with blood of the slayed innocents
Yet one glance as the sun sets
Upon the distant baobab tree
And the heart is made hopeful
That the African sunset will
Once more settle
Upon tranquil land

Not Liking What I find

I stand at the brink of the well of truth
The waters of facts are filled to the top
It is like a mirror in its smoothness
And as I gaze back at my reflection
I see the real me, it frightens me.
Beneath the supposed innocence,
lies a hidden craftiness.
The water darkens, and
only a sliver of the moon above me shines bright.
I am far from extra-ordinary
But deep within me,
Lies the potential to scar.
Indeed naivety is often misjudged and undersold.
It is more often, than not
The innocent ones
Who are the causes of strife.

This is for you...

Trapped in a web of mediocrity
I twist and turn
Writhing in agony
Trying to break free
Seduced by the unreachable
I dived headlong
Into the web
Of the cruelly awaiting malicious arachnid of scorn
Blood flows
But it is not from wounding
It is from the heart being ripped within
And they leave red streaks
Running down the expanse of my browned skin
I have tasted from the forbidden fruit of Eve
And now my hunger pangs increase
I beat my fists upon invisible demons
Madness welling up within my soul
This pain
So exquisite
Almost too much to bear
Yet I am enraptured
A silent sigh escapes,
As my elixir of spirit dissipates
And fatigue overtakes.

Exp 1

Sadness rules the world
Sitting upon his throne of wars and disaster
Leering evilly at all in his dominion
Placing upon his subjects shackles of tears
And burdens of anguish,
Till they collapse beneath the weight.
And prophecies foretell of a breeze,
Called happiness,
Who will one day fall upon the dominion of sadness
Leaving within its wake
Traces of smiles and ease
That was once before.

It began here...

I dislike what i’ve become..
Thrown into the very ditches of darkness..
Tempted into every form of evil..
Perfecting it as an art form..
Mistress of deceit.
You are shameless!
Cry tears of blood..
For your loss of righteousness
Weep until your eyes become drier than the deserts of Africa.
Hold your head in grief.
Your heart has turned to impenetrable stone.
Woe be to you!
Mistress of deceit, you are despicable!
Even the scavengers of the sand and water have more honour than you!
You are disgraced!
Tainted is your name.
Cry, mistress, cry tears of blood,
for your loss of righteousness.
Wallow alone in your prison of horror,
For none other than yourself hath cast you there.

Untitled

The plea for help echoed weakly in the dense room
A helpless soul, overwhelmed.
Tears streaming silently down an expression so wretched
A trembling heart that can endure no longer this repeated wounding
Wishing for non-existence,
Is but a futile prayer
As what lies beyond is not much better.
The world is but a lonely place
In which even lonelier souls therein dwell
With swollen noses and unliving eyes
Withered spirits pleading,
for a shower of guidance and rays of hope.
The world is a lonely place
And therein must we dwell till lifes end.

Claire

It leaves within me
An exquisite tingling
Almost painful
Yet pleasurable
Tendrils of melodious beauty course through my minds vein
The hand of my soul almost touching it
Reaching out
A shiver passes,
As heart strikes heart
A feeling so sublime
Delicate in nature
A gentle caress upon the one who listens
As it ever so slowly draws towards its end.

Art of Fragility

sometimes the lights upon the horizon shine bright with promise,
emitting colourful sparks of hope.
lighting up the sky of life with a pearly lustre..
and i see myself standing in a field among the flowers of my life,
watching the butterflies of time flutter by.
then there are times when the sky darkens with the clouds of despair
and the rain of uncertainty showers down upon my soul,
battering the flowers,
destroying them,
yet the butterflies of time still flutter by,
through the tormenting rain, ever persistent.
why does not the sun shine forever,
why does not the unrelenting tormentful rain stop.
i wish to ascend to the heavens
and ride upon my steed of joy on the glorious band of the rainbow.
to revel in the beauty of the whimsical breezes of happiness.
oh yes, beauty does exist
and through the rain will i plod on in the hope of discovering my pearly horizon once more..

No fairy tales this time

Slowly did i open my eyes
Blinking at the intrusion of life
I was alone
Caught in the white light
My soul suspended
Hanging upon the fragile strings of induced sorrow
I remained motionless
This time i would not pull free
This time i would stay
And my heart did know that it was indeed
foolish hope,
To discover blue jewels in empty space

Everything yet Nothing

I sit isolated
Upon my throne of poisonous pearls
Gazing upon the fields of my wilted dreams
The sun shining upon my face
Mocking me,
Taunting.
I turn away
And to my left
Behold the contenance of the sparkling milkmaid,
With eyes of jewels
Dancing among the cows
I sink in despair
Ripping away the crown of affluence,
Tearing apart the silken clothes of comfort
I wish for only a single drop of rain
A simple splash,
To ease within me this howling pain.

Why Can't You Leave...

Faster and faster did i run
Hoping to escape my pursuer
And in my effort did i stumble
He halted before me
And i looked up
Tears falling continuously
He smiled,
Jeeringly.
His conceit so apparent upon his features
I stood and pushed him away from me
Surprise formed upon his countenance
And once more did i run
Faster and faster, until i came upon the banks of a river
Unhesitatingly did i jump
Looking back just once
And there he stood
Taunting me with his eyes
The icy water stabbed at me
But i felt no pain
I long for a freedom
To escape from all that burdens me
And so does the icy river serve my purpose
To numb the pain
And chase away my attacker whose name is reality.

My Daytime Nightmare

Despair clings to me like a rain soaked robe
Weighing me down with each step i take
Enveloping me in a clutch of hopelessness
My heart cries with a burdened sadness
I am trapped
My constrictor is no ordinary guard
It can be easily vanquished
But alas i am weak
A spineless creature of the earth
And so i must wallow and forever be haunted
Staring through the window of my self-made prison
Wondering what would have been