Thursday, September 15, 2011
Higher
Trying to describe the indescribable, scrambling for the words but I end up rambling, or just plain babbling, something something, the words are floating, in the air, the letters travel towards the light, blinded by the glare, like the moth, raising my arm slowly like a sloth, focusing, wiping the dust from my eyes with a cloth, but it is you I want, the feeling so strong, like swallowing gin, like a drug, but the high doesn't end, kisses on the neck, the winter months, hugs, warmth, arms wrap, clothes like gift wraps, intertwined with a ribbon, your flesh is the prize, it is not my first time, but it feels like the first time, like a rhyme I can't get out of my head, like I lost my tongue, like I lost my fingers, can't write, all I know that it is time, mango skin, so tasty so ripe, can I bite, I'm just being polite, I'll be the police tonight, hand cuffs, back seat, yes you like it rough, but the energy is too much, it is too much, water in the desert... I can't always have less than enough, so compelling, raising hell just to get to heaven, temptation lasts only seconds, a moment of pleasure trapped in a chasm embedded in the bed of organs, hormones unbalanced, explosion in a moment, geyser, forever reaching higher!
Move response to marcus
Move, thats what I want to do, move, but lazy is painted around the room, stuck on the bed, like jesus on the cross, forced to be a slave to the almighty minimum wage, daydreaming in bed but still awake, greeting the morning sun, but fleeting from the day, the voice inside says move, yes thats why I want to do, but the voice is stuttering and confused, fused with, locked with, chains and cuffs that are invisible, asked me; more mental than physical, the message is in the media, the ads scream at ya, but I ain't hearing ya, reaching in my pocket and found an idea, hands dirty with paint trying to paint the pictcha(picture), drinking the potion from the poisonous pitcher, so now we walk and talk but still asleep, like we left our beds without waking, but they call me crazy, cos I refuse work daily, cos mickey dees got the fat corporate cats deezed, like their wallets were on creatine, cos mickey dees employees got bumps and bruises on their knees from kneeling and pleading and grieving, and saving a little pay for the uneversiteh, while other kids are OSAP-ing the money foolishley, they tell me to move, tranquilized, like the animal in the zoo, thats how I am in my room, heavy in a trace, contemplating whether I should twirl with the devil for a little dance, but I am on a different level, not like the kids leaving uni with no skills, shopping malls selling cheap thrills, everybody is hypnotized, like the air leaving the room, I'm ready to move
Monday, September 12, 2011
Sight through the dark
Please give me foresight, for I lost my sight, the road is dark, unpaved and untravelled, my future is unravelling, but I am still guessing, or maybe just hoping, just waiting for school to come, haven't been sleeping alright, its like there is a drum, and it is beating, loudly while I am sleeping, I wake up at night, my intuition is calling, I want it to stop, but I know this part of the plot, I know where I should go, be the driver, the moulder, the carpenter that builds my own tower, fortress, so why do I have to stress, this is my world, I have to stop tempting myself, this is my world, my light, so let me have a few words with myself, why are you haunting me, why crucify when you can help me fly, why be so unrelenting when this is the body I own, not renting, I am just venting, the windows of my eyes are open, if you so dare, read it, feel the treble and snare, can't you see I just don't care..