Your return is prohibited
It’s late at night,
rain drips outside my window.
The spectrum will soon turn to light;
another day’s passed – what have I to show?
I reach into the darkness:
the murky pool of black distortion
turns into my likeness:
a blur of hazy misproportion.
My being is scattered
Frantic pin-pricks poke metaphorical holes in the fabric of my being;
the soft cottony material that envelops my thoughts, actions and words.
Holes stretch, become gaping voids, contents expelled into the universe,
searching for new quarters wherein to quarantine their quota of data.
So the sun’s journeys pass;
the leaves turn to warm autumn colours.
As the fronds find the end of their days
upon the ever-so-light breeze,
the totality of their purpose is revealed.
The narrow mind finds its deconstruction
in the narrowness of its recesses,
the shrinking of the passages due to
mindless subscription to popular opinion.
Align your mind
A line aligns with other lines, and collectively, make a beeline
for you to see the rigid, solid connectors –
the confused threads flex, then intertwine,
awkwardly dividing the masses of people
into faceless boxes, into an anonymous steeple.
The skies split open; proceed to pour down
optimistic downpour: rain, the tiny splatters
straining to sustain;
a soaking, repetitive chorus
A minuscule creature darts around, here and there;
in front of your eyes, distorting the air.
The iniquitous bloodsuckers, repeatedly they dare
to disturb your slumber with unequalled flair.
sly, cunning, conniving,
sneaky little gurgles emanating evil thoughts
create the stinging cold within my bones.
The tantalising miscommunication
blasts down a cloud of mystical malcontent.
sifts into the mesh of the humans’ souls,
shifting the little grits of goodness
deep into the crust of what once was Earth.
An ode to Johannesburg
Too many people let South Africa’s mysterious beauty pass them by…
Johannesburg – your mysteries are many… your wonders are untold.
Your secrets float upon a once-stifled breeze and enter the minds of the uneasy crowds holding back and throbbing their lives towards some further, some higher, some more; some other platform whereupon they wish for their hearts to be further, higher and more… simply more.