A Brave apple

This young, ripe, rosy fruit
Hung on the branch of false hopes
Longing to be stretched into the world of oranges

Longing for oranges
This foolish apple
Wept for days
Longing to be noticed

But oranges have many seeds
Many beliefs
Many options
Many paths none of which include a silly apple

So she sheds her value ...
Transforms into this green shell of emptiness among her wiser friends
Bloats herself with the water of naiveté
Such innocence

Until hopes can no longer bear the weight of her ambitions and she falls
Gravity watches but knots its hand with the laces of tough love
Knowing that her own bruises will one day be the mark of her wisdom

And she falls
Poor apple
She stumbles on the floor
At the feet of the orange tree
Only to find below a sea of half eaten decaying Apples and rotten angry spirits , sisters like her self
she wondered
What could they possibly do wrong to be granted such a fate
But this ambitious apple was determined
She , had courage
She conducted a post mortem on the fallen to be perfect for the king
And found to her dismay that all the apples loved .... And sacrificed without thinking

The poor little apple felt deserted
She knew her death was sealed.
So she cried a little more
Knowing the king would not love her in return
so she decided to sacrifice , differently
She cried into two chambers of her heart
Implanted the everlasting sun of her devotion
removed half the chamber
And buried it in the soul of the orange tree

For years on end and tales on end
The orange tree grew leaves painted with the green hue of her cheeks
The orange tree exhaled her name for ever silently
The juice of the orange was no longer sweet
Her sacrifice made a difference
Orange trees were looked at differently
and maybe her sisters to come will taste the sour intentions the minute he peels the skin of his words in the name of bewilderment

Keyboards

At work and I hear these keyboards clicking

Sounds of buttons being pressed and punched to stamp effectiveness that can't be written with words

And I'm here sitting in my chair

Longing to be punched

Longing for power outage so I can lick my lips

And arch my back in readiness for the impossible

Longing to be ridden on my keyboard

And I'm squeezing the punching bag of emotions rising

Touching these keypads and arousing the mind

Thoughts want action instead of being typed discreetly on microsoft word

Words soften me

Thoughts blow cold air on warm places

And memories heighten the action

With a supervisor sitting on the left and a neighbouring gossiper on the right

The adrenaline drinks the fright

Hiding my thoughts , I minimize microsoft word moving ever so swiftly to write these words to momentarily appease these thoughts

But the buttons continue to yank the regins of my swallowed moans

And fingers around me are unaware of what's happening

I listen and ignore the bodily responses

Punching onto the keyboard of my mind

Making grammatical errors. Cuz the word sex has become the punctuation of every thought

And the punching sounds continues

Taunting me

Sketching fantasies of fingers playing these piano keys as an erectness has me tippy -toeing off the floor

Silently I struggle

And I hope the clicking sound is loud enough to muffle the earthquake when it cums ....

The Blues

I traverse the road of those memories

Shadows of you and me dancing along the rough terrain of pain and hate

Shadows that fade along the landscape of what could have been

Snaking its way on the stream of faithful heart songs

We find ourselves riding tame smiles

Ignoring the glare of the hidden

That which was left undone..

I feel sad

I remember the passions of our rum

Fermenting with speed in the vats of deep tongue kisses

Distilled by the hands we never understood

Hands as delicate as the back bone of new born stars

I feel the blues seeping in

I remember  looking deep and far into your eyes

Looking past the bushes

Parting the leaves of tears

Snapping the branches of past experiences

Sitting in the middle of the field

Allowing the angels of my spirit to lie on the warmth of those floors

Sacrificing their wings

Just to get abit closer

I remember those days …

I feel sad

Remembering the feel of your soul mapped in your hands

Painted with the nakedness of your fears and imprinting it on my skin

I remember those hands …

Strong yet feeble

Firm yet tender

A hand that stirred the whirlpool of unforgotten

And I feel sad

The blues are here, even on this faithful day

The day I took to bathe in the guitar and violin strings of new beginnings

And I feel blue

Like the baby that has no more tears ….

Whaling and bawling is no longer enough to extinguish what he feels

So his bones become steel …

And he breathes the steam of his combustion

 I feel blue

And everything I see is blue

And everything I feel is you

And everything I touch becomes a reflection of us

And the blue seeps in

And “you” seep in

There is no “I realize we were meant to be but can’t” – kind of ending

Or I’m feeling sad today but tomorrow will be better

This is a chronicle ….

Feeling sad isn’t always  a momentary something

some days we’re all too caught up to feel it

And with tears we pay the dividends

Sadness is the moon of my world

My writings are neap tides, spring tides …

My tears? Tidal wave

This is a chronicle... Testifying that I …

Remain a captive moon goddess

A Rapper's pick-up poem

Pardon me miss,
But I just need to say that you are ohh so sexy!
I'm sure guys approach you all the time, Regurgitating those Shakespearean lines.
Their lips outlined by the pencil of temporary promises of being good to you...

But babe , let me tell you,
It doesn't get real-er than me!
Cause you see I don't have a car, house or job,
I'm a plain piece of paper with potential so build me from scratch.
Mould my substance and let my mind be an eruption of devotion to you
Cause your smile just makes me wanna serve you.
My Nefertiri.
Can I please you?

I saw you from across the room and I wondered...
Has any guy ever kissed the knees of your silent pleas to be hugged when you're flustered?
Has any guy ever kitted your smiles like a Hawaiian chain and wore it proudly around his neck?
Has any guy ever painted your thoughts on the canvas of his heart?
Protected your ideas like a gladiator as his comforting lips served as the mediator to your restless skin?

I mean, show me the man that has honoured your words.
I'll show you I can do better.
I'll eat your words whilst I eat you...I mean your mind.

From the convex cave of your independent eyes, I saw the contours of your mind...
She is a queen that has never been loved correctly.
You see , I know you've been stung by many bees.
I'm not here to rush.
I'm here to remove those needles, that are still left in you,
Soothe those swollen arteries with my blissful concern that is unending.


Believe me honey, my intentions are good.
You've baked my heart golden brown in the oven of your blushes.
Like jam, I want to spread your legs...
I mean spread your mind on the bread of my soul,
Allowing your hands to measure the length and breath of my love until it can't anymore.
Excuse my reference to bread but...
I just wanna eat you
Consume you
Breed you
Breathe you
Breed your mind as I watch you grow pregnant with the trust and honour I've inseminated in the womb of your heart

You make the similes of my heart smile:
Like birds don't sing the blues
And heart isn't like ice
And my love is not as blind as a bat.
In fact, this love is cinematic,
Visually unable to be compressed in small ways to show my affections for you.
Cause...
You make the similes of my heart smile

You've knotted the ribbons of having you firmly around my limbs.
I wanna breathe you...
your fears, insecurities, giggles and frowns.
I wanna trade in my oxygen for your essence so that I can inhale you 24/7.

And again I say...
All I wanna do is eat you.
I'm not designated to high-roller positions
But my love flows and ebbs like a tidal wave,
A river that is pure and flavoured with the oil of "everlasting."

Baby I know you've met a lot of men but I assure you them niggas is plastic.
I'm the contrast to the bullshit.
My love for you can only be categorised as a classic.
Niggas be bringing cloned versions of my intentions just to get your booty
And baby girl I assure you,
I would honour your booty,
Make love to your booty,
Smack that botaaaayyyyyyy!
Um, I mean I will respect the booty.
Sigh...
Baby girl, I know I've got rough edges but I promise you...
All I wanna do is eat you.

One Last time

If just for respect of that union knotted by the hands of virgin clouds

If just for the beauty that spread so gently on the sturdy hands of intimacy

For the last day of spring

Let us meet

Let us clasp the hands of our hearts to that familiar beat

Just before the day looks to the east

Let our eyes dine at the table of what’s to be

But never will

At least for one time

At least for one last kiss

You and I are the 8^th wonder of the world

And to the land of everlasting paradise

We are its first

For one last time

Rise with me

Melt my skin

Quench your suppressed thirst

With all of me

Waltz with my spirit in our world, where only we exist

When lost in those stares

 Eyes that say more than we can ever begin to utter or fathom

If for one last time

Touch me with untamed truth

Make me nervous with familiar scents

If only for once

Lend me a breath of life…again

Bondage

I chain myself to those thoughts

I give you the whip that still drips with the blood of my love

I give myself to the mental abuse

I give myself to be used and used some more

I seek freedom from freedom

I seek you through bondage

So I victimize sane thoughts

I repress the intellect

I choose this path in order to live

Compromising all worth to be kept as that faithful slave

I love these chains

Pain has proven to be consistent in quality and taste

And happiness, always served in the glass of uncertainty

So here I stay

I grow with this belief

This reality

Controlling the passion and its source

Schooling my traditions

Conditioning the mental

Molding the bowl in which perceptions will be crafted

This is my bondage

I am the giver and receiver of my stimulations !

"Skeleton at the feast "

There sat the skeleton

The evil that once lived

The pureness once tasted

There sat my reflection

There sat a part of my history

 Mirroring my empty life

 Reminding me that thy true happiness suffered the inevitable death

 Where did time go when your love songs were sung?

When thy tears kissed the dust

Where art thou now?

Now that thy pain has ceased or rather just in a state of sleep

 I wonder … dear skeleton, are any of your children with me?

Are residual feelings, malignant carcinogens waiting for me to find a figment of reason to smile only to explode …

Releasing its parasites of painful memories that inhibit movement to mental freedom- PIECE OF MIND!

At the table of every relationship

There you sit, at the head of the table

To feast on my delusional state of mind …

No pun intended !

Here I am at your door step

We knew not where this would end

But the end was expected

The need to release this has clenched it's fist on the throat of my words

Needing more than "enough"

Needing more than the heavy thrust

Needing more than the faint laughs before we got to this point

This high

This lust

We pretend there’s trust

We held bodily organs in our mouths

And we gently chew on the capillaries of feelings

And we control the arrival of pleasure and pain 

We filled those empty holes with tasteful substances

Riding this stallion of love on the track that leads to nothing

And the climax of this inevitable is here

And I still hesitate to come forth with my forceful truth

But I must come

I must dampen your ego