Monthly Archives: June 2010

Forget it

Forget all the things I should have said
Forget all the words that I thought of but never spoke
Forget all the hugs that were never given
Forget all the thoughts I should have shared

Forget the fact that I need this to be alright
Forget the fact that I may come unglued
Forget the fact that I might break down in front of you
Forget about all the pressure

Forget that if I need someone it will be you
Forget that when I sleep I escape my fear
Forget the pills that used to help medicate
Forget sleeping even when I can’t stay awake

My head hurts and my chest is tight
These drugs aren’t getting me high
I’m surrounded by this painful pressure
Am I going to die?

Forget about me because I’m forgetting about you.


FEAR

FEAR!
You paint me up
You lead me on
You strike my heart
You break my soul

FEAR!
You loathsome whore
You tragic bore
You make me run
You make me hide

FEAR!
You blind my heart
You chain my soul
You sicken me
You deafen me

FEAR!
I loathe your name
I play your game
Leave me be
Set me FREE!


-cide

No one really cares
About you
About me
About us
About them

About voting, about…
Aids
Cancer
Syphilis
Crabs
Or herpes

No one cares about
Being offended
Being offensive
Being vulgar
Being straight
Suicide
Ecocide
Genocide

No one really cares
except those part of an exclusive group
DEDICATED TO A CAUSE AGAINST YOURS,
Mine
Theirs
Ours
The Government
The people
The judge
The jury
Authority
and the minority

They just don’t care about
The times
The YOURS
and the MINES

I DON”T CARE ABOUT
What determines fate
Your society
Your ‘tribe’
Your love
Your hate

I DON”T CARE ABOUT
Your inhumane human nature
Your pain
Your hurt
Your policy that is not mine
Theirs or ours
It holds me down
I prefer a policy without an evening gown


Mental Illness

Upon my bed I writhe in pain
I scream and jolt as you eat my soul
You devour my heart
and tear my life apart
You’re my inner peace
My inner hate
A private hell
Eternal struggle

You haunt me at night
You mock me by day
You are my fear
My imaginary illness
I bear witness to your symptom
But never the cause

I hate you.
I don’t need you.


Demotivated

High ambitions are laid to waste
As the soul is crushed by dawning truth
Do we teach in vain? Do we preach?
Is it a worthy cause: to teach?

Little lies from mouths of babes
Frustration hurled from a tender age
Constant moaning, begging, and pleading
Am I losing the plot? My motivation is receding

I’m a teacher paid to teach
I’m a teacher – not a human
I lack emotion – I’m just a machine
Why respect machinary?

Why respect me?


11:06am

The mind is wasted
Thought process gone
It’s all routine
I need dopamine

We stand in line
We wait our turn
Midday suicide
The bus we ride

Our lives are tainted
We’re feeling numb
It’s all routine
I’m feeling glumb


Us

You’re feeling sick
I’m feeling dumb
My brain is empty
Your face is numb
As we sit here puking
We chunk as one
I can’t help but think to myself
All things are good
except our health

Your feet are aching
My head is sore
Your stomachs empty
We’re on the floor
As we sit here writhing
We hurt as one
You can’t help but thinking
All things are good
You’re understood

Our lives are hollow
We are now whole
There’s nothing empty
We are one soul
The same thought process
A magic pill
We’re feeling better
We’re each others fill
We’re feeling full


Promise

To my Eternity I will stay true
Through summers heat
and winters cold; I will not move
She is the wind that cleans my soul
She is every blossom on every tree
And every letter that spells the word free

For my Eternity I will stay strong
Through trials and tribulations
my heart will not move
She is my pillar and my sobriety
She’ll stay constant through my calamity
She is Hope, Peace, and Solace

This is true for us:
LOVE has no time frame
LOVE is not bound
LOVE knows no anger; LOVE is our promise
LOVE only knows us


Three Businessmen Meet

They returned with their button up shirts
The same basic design – a repeated vertical line
Another behind his glasses
And two behind their words
They sat at a table
And spoke more shit than turds

Macho charisma drifted and suffocated the peasant
They spoke of the past and the future
They forgot about the present
Sophistication was painted up in fake pigmentation
They know they are the back bone
of a complete idiot nation

It’s all business and one was left out
Through his fake smile
you could hear his soul shout
A material nature; no love, no life
A glazed look dictated boredom
Reality dictated SELLING OUT; conformity

Nothing personal
Just business – you understand.


Accidental Anarchists

I know that this is supposed to be a poetry blog but as I am the author, I am allowed to bend the rules.

I was driving – as I always do – down the R24 where they have placed many wonderful flags along the highway from the airport nearly the whole way to Jo’burg.

I was admiring these flags when it struck me for the thousandth time this year, there are too many flags that are upside down! An issue made worse by the fact that these flags are the first things that people are going to see when they enter this country.

There is a row of red poles holding up every flag for every country that is taking part in the 2010 Fifa World Cup. When one looks closely one will see that according to these flags and the people that put them up Ireland is taking part in the World Cup! Astounding, however, when one then looks at the row of flags that the solitary Irish flag is waving in, one will notice that the Irish flag is in fact the Ivory Coast flag placed upside down! Well done South Africa.

Drive further along the road and there is a row of French flags, 3 with red on the top and 3 with blue on the top – my guess is that the person who was hanging the flags wasn’t sure which way to put them and thought that he would cover both possibilities.

Then we eventually find ourselves driving next to our very own drug capital – Bruma Lake Flea Market, where management has employed all the rastas and their stoner clients to hang flags on the fence. Great idea because they are cheap labour – by way of payment give them a packet of Cheese Curls and a Cream Soda. Issue: the South African flag is upside down and so are many others. A person did however spot that the S.A. flag is upside down and decided to steal it. I love the South African spirit.

Mentioning that the S.A. flag is upside down, has anyone noticed that every second car has got the same problem? You can now buy South African flags at every robot that are already put on the pole the wrong way round. This is fantastic because the work is halfway done for you the accidental anarchist.

We need to learn from that person who stole the upside down flag from Bruma. We need to mobilise and steal every other upside down flag in this country. The only problem will be that all the money, sorry, all the foreigners coming into the country will be greeted by more empty poles than flags.

One more thing…
What is our issue with New Zealand?
Nearly every one of their flags are upside down.

People MOBILISE and steal!