Bandages

Misery is a palpable thing
I see it in the colours around me
Stripes of the rainbow
Unhappiness comes in shades of grey, they say
But black is oblivion
A peace of sorts
The light can be blinding
A strain upon the sight
Misery wraps itself around me
Like the many bandages
Upon the bodies of Pharoahs long gone
My heart beats vigorously
But that is just an illusion
Black surrounds me
Into this oblivion I will go.

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.