The Sentinel Cadaver
It’s shaded, misshaped eyes,
Blankly staring at the walls.
No movement, not the slightest.
A scream, but its mouth doesn’t open.
Strong winds push me back,
Towards a maelstrom of darkness.
The winds stop.
It asks, “Why come now?”
I dare not respond,
Yet it is a persistent creature.
Yet another scream,
But this time there are no winds.
Just an everlasting wailing,
Lingering in my fragile ears.
It lunges towards me.
I step back,
And the lifeless corpse
Is lying at my feet.
The scream fades,
Now just the whistle of the winds.
I stare at its face for a while,
But I move on.
The memories of that day haunt me,
And shall continue until we meet again.
I shall be watching,
I shall be waiting,
Because I know,
The creature is not through with me yet.
Hmmm…Heres a thought.
The seeds are planted.
They can’t erase the words they spoke once more
They’ve rearranged and exchanged diplomacy for war.
Whatever happened to the notion of catching bees with honey?
It seems like that went out of style in lieu of making money.
I’m telling all of you right now as sure as I stand here,
If we can’t stop the drumbeat or replace with love our fear,
Then a thousand years from now when I am just a thought,
They’ll wonder what came over us, they’ll wonder why we fought.
They’ll wonder if we had no eyes with which to see the joys,
and happiness derived in a life of raising men from boys.
They’ll wonder where the women were and why they did not shout.
They’ll wonder if they tried to cure or tried to push them out.
They’ll wonder if the children knew, if they were being taught.
They’ll wonder what lies were told to sell their souls for naught.
How plainly arrogant it seems
as they dream
with that crazy gleam in their eyes.
So much more to this place
than the horrible disgrace
threatening to overshadow you and I.
Unfortunately,
for them, I am enlightened enough to see and strong enough to be
not afraid of their untruths.
Not afraid to stand
with you hand in hand,
and declare to the stars
I’m not going to take it.
I rebuke these bars and shakles
trying to be
placed upon me.
You should too.
The Horns Of War
When at last its done, all will know
their pounding fists were not for show.
And in your mind the deepest recesses,you were told
but failed to realize the significance.
So you’ll fold and try to replace the pieces.
Hence your frustration.
Its subtle and silent.
Yet clearly violent,
The mind thats ruled by fear.
If you pay attention between the lines
You will not have to remain blind & you may hear
The Horns of War.
The bodys fall on distant shores,
but even more
you may find you’ve had enough.
Raise YOUR fist,
teach your children to be tough.
To raise their voice to injustice
because they must, its
for their chilrens sake.
Yes the mind of fear controlled by greed,
is followed by the ones that heed.
By the ones that do not have the strength or confidence.
Its up to us,
The ones that see, to help them off that fence.
Show them they are free.
Free to choose, free to think, free to leave insanitys brink.
Free to open up their eyes,
an not be led to our demise.
Take them by the hand,
remind them of the beauty beheld in the land.
Show them a new plan, and together we shall ALL take a stand,
Against the horns of war.
The Next Harvest
A farmer planting is plain to see
Knee height, the plants know his face
even when He’s up to his neck
marauding birds still show respect
but when it’s grown above his head
and the crop is nearly ripe
he’s pretty much invisible
except to those who who are hungry
come harvest time
YHWH planted His spirit in humans
at Eden before they lost the plot
He tended, loved, protected His crop
even the sun couldn’t harm them
with water above and water below
before the flood Genesis one six
Humans didn’t need irrigation
and yet what a sad first harvest
just one family’s tree bore good fruit
two thousand years it took to ripen
the good farmer washed His land away
using all the water from above
keeping Noah’s good seed one side
A brand new crop was planted out
when the floodwaters subsided
under the visible sun this time
everyone loved the beautiful rainbow
God’s promise of no terminal floods
the new hybrid’s shorter season
lasted just three score and ten
before it fell and gave up its seed
This will produce more fruit, He said
less susceptible to the enemy’s wiles
four thousand years later it still flourishes
though most of the fruit is stolen
The Good Farmer is hidden from view
but harvest time is due again
This time His Son will take charge
How’s your tree doing?
logging in
Go on, take it off, and the undies too
What you mean embarrassing?
Think people want to look at you?
Kids are meant to be kaalgat.
Thats it…suck mummies breast
Good boy…now rub over here
Oh that’s good … such a dear boy!
Now lets see. Six inches! Daddy’s boy
And here? … only 5 - must be mummy’s boy
Blah blah blah … ad nauseum
Meet me in the garage…come back here
Blam blam blam … ad infinitum
A little cane for the pain boss?
Some brandy to make us randy?
Hold him down…ha ha .. down the throat
Father in heaven … make me like you
Not like them … I’ll be real good
Go on get outa here orphan
Number nineteen …we know about you
He learns to sit and stare at the glare
till purple rain washes it all away
wakie wakie lazy child .. you’ll never pass
Skrik wakker troep…is jy sleg of wat?
Father! Are you still there? Say something
It’s Amphetamine , one now , plenty later
Hello world …this is petie…I’m logging in
Diremma
a purple river runs from the source to where
a sparkling fountain feeds my mind
and many others, unmapped, but there,
before its absorbed again by the sun
and filters down to lessen the glare
Bright gleaming ideas leap and dance
an endless expanding rippling affair
lapping gently to my inner ear
and singing with love’s small voice
of angel secrets, miracles and choice
seasons and reasons, playful, divine
Granules of time spiral peacefully down
raising spirit sensibly, just enough
to remind me - the reason we’re here
Get out there and share your fare.
With hungry wolves and hunting dogs?
Dont see no fauns out there….
Just do it … up … forward … out!
They sniff a bit then raise one leg
taint the snow and slink off somewhere
though they always turn and howl
Must be that frosty moon. Laissez-faire!
Oh for another mind to leave behind
when I need to share, seems unfair
there’s so much more to see
and its free
The Pendant
We became lost in her
black silk dress ( I stared)
and I gave up my soul
to find her
waiting for us
we drank a red wine
On her wide tender thigh
I spun my
Pendant
the misery which
I wear
give me death
tenderly kissing my ear
she laughed and said
“you flutter your eyelids”
“No i do not”, I said
Her hair fell into my hands like
the limp head of a dead child
it slid and massaged my fingers
like a tired traveller meets a soft fire
I kissed her and said.
“I do not flutter my eyelids”
Of course death waited for us that night
California,
our love was
now and always will be
ocean mist
relfecting the pale moon light
I lied on the hard rock
Let
the fear eat through you
unclog your veins and permit
those endless tides of insecurities
to gush in
When futility takes over,
surrender
When sadness besieges,
allow it
untainted euphoria is merely awaiting
your submission
vicissitudes
I wish the world was plain and simple
Safe from Change no sudden surprises
Endless Love between all people
Yet think again
It wouldnt be that good
Fixing things saying sorry
Dealing with all sorts of crap
Is part of life we must accept
To enjoy true flavour from all the rest
