The screen holds, ever close and dear,The darkest secrets we love and fear,With digging light, and there for free,A man’s animal for all to see,A mother saw her son’s reward —awarded a trophy, a fine award,Another watched with no bypassas a glass jar shattered in her son’s ass,A father saw on his deathbed,When his daughter …
You were beautiful.Beautiful not because of your eyes,or your curvy hips,or your lithe, sensual lips. Beautiful not because of the colour of your hair,or the sound of your voiceor the feel of your skin. You were beautiful.Beautiful because of your mind,Bright as day,Sweet as a mango. The mind that read for hours in solitudewith no …
Wind flowing through my hair,The breeze cupping my face,The ground strong and steady,Skating from place to place,On my wooden longboardwith colour like an oak tree,On my trusy longboard,Here, I am truly free.
Beneath the crescent moon’s soft glow,Whispers of a river, a liquid flow.Nature’s ballet in the midnight show. Silent footsteps on a cobblestone street,Echoes of nostalgia, a tale complete.Memories woven in each heartbeat. City lights twinkle in the night,A constellation of dreams takes flight.In the symphony of darkness, pure delight. A lone book rests on a …
The wise farmer plants his seeds,The wise farmer his flock feeds,The wise farmer advice heeds,The wise farmer does good deedsThe wise farmer forever leads,To the harvest, the wise farmer proceeds.
A flower buds,A flower blossoms,A flower shines. A flower shrinks,A flower withers,A flower dies.
The blur of 106 billion souls,The dreams of every man and womanyoung and old,Man is on the Moon,Man is on the Moon!The world held its breathMan is on the Moon.
Traveller, you walk with chains on your feet and your heart weighs a thousand suns, You’re cold and have nothing to eat, Black smoke fills your struggling lungs. Outwards you’re happy when seen, Calm, solid, determined too, Yet haunts you, the shadow of what could’ve been, Stuck in a pen you always have around you.
There are faces in the mirrorjust behind the bathroom door,the faces are all yours,but these, you have not seen before. The first ghost stares at you –the paler in the mix –the sum of a decision you madeback in two thousand and six. The second ghost who lulls sombregazes right at your eye,on its forehead …
