Monthly Archives: August 2010

Her Name

Her name is an endorphin
Her name is dopamine
Her name is peace
Her name is forever


Pondering polar bear

CLOSE: Tourists crowd behind a glass wall to see a polar bear at a newly-opened ocean park in Chengdu, China. (AP)

Behind the glass they stand and stare
They point and laugh
They burp and fart

Behind the glass I sit and stare
I smile and laugh
I feign happiness

I am the attraction
I am the zoo
But who’s looking at who?

Life, wife, carving knife

This is life –
Regularity extinct
Routine is disorder and the colour of skin is purple

This is life
Satin beige
A lucid slipping –
Into an eternal well

Play your harp and extend your hand
Flap your wings and wear their brand
An Eskimo pie
A double nosed elongated sigh

This is life –
It is your wife –
And we’re its mice


Is it a possibility that your machine keeps turning, fuelled by propaganda, annihilating action, mutual respect and support? Is it a possibility that you sympathise for nothing, pretend to understand, destroy us with your money hand?
Are we really equal or will that always be a myth? If I fell into nothingness, would you really try to help me? You don’t understand; you’re so underhand; your politricks are planned…


Lathe me up with your futile lies. Bathe me in your false truisms, your oxymoron’s. Kill my will to be completely equal…
Kill me because equality does not exist.

‘I want freedom for the full expression of my personality.’
Mahatma Gandhi

Be it

When we sleep we open our minds to the excesses of reality. We purge ourselves against the fortitude of knowing the true meaning of solace or death. Our invitation to join the minds eye is received with a renewed fervour because we cannot control ourselves.

When you sink into the depths of the inner self are you greeted by a garden of your childhood? Do you sit on the grass and play with a child that has no face but you know its name? Do you entertain this fragile being with love and warmth that stems from your heart so true? Do you feel more whole in that moment than any other you’ve experienced?

Do you find yourself retreating from this child that remains faceless despite your inner recognition? Do you choose not to name it as it is your inner anguish? Do you relive your childhood with frail horror? Do you run from what you have never faced, embraced or fixed?

When you sink into the depths of inner vision are you taken to a place that you love and never want to leave? Is the mechanism of self still turning the way it has always done before or do you find yourself dying more and more? Do you run for the door and walk away from the pain like you’ve always done before?

Heal the world by starting with yourself.

‘You must be the change you want to see in the world.’
Mahatma Ghandi

This page

from this page you view my thoughts
You feel my pain
You taste my blood

From this page I change my world
I create new scenes
I create new blood

From this page you change your life
I depict your faults
I destroy your truths

From this page a new order will arise
A new language to speak
A new world to destroy

From this page
I make myself

Bleeding past

The bane of my life, the torment of my soul
Little lives dripping through my world
Contaminating me, hurting me, loathing me
Forcing me deeper into a pit of profound black

You child are my anguish, my aggression, my fear
You child are the insult of my existence
The agonising salt in my proverbial wound
You child are my profound pit of black

You are my teething
All the blood, pus and pain that I experience
Is you

Each other

She holds my heart in her graceful hands
She keeps it warm and holds my soul
She is my solitude and climb to grace
She is the spirit that strokes my face

I hold her heart and keep it safe
I wipe her tears and cradle her soul
I am her peace and confidant
I am the spirit that holds her hand

We crawl into each other’s arms
We do a nightly dance, a warm embrace
We would choose no other
We are each other…

The Voice of the People


Lord of your world

No rain falls when I’m all alone
I control the seas; I control the skies
No clouds form when I feel forlorn
I control the wind; I control the sun
I am the lord of my world
And my world is dry

I walk the streets covered in plastic sheets
People see me and can’t understand why I smile
I’ve got no bills to pay, no debts to agonize me
I control the famine; I control the profusion of my land
I am the lord of my world
And my world is bountiful

No mountain is too high and if it were I would buy my way over it
No love is too expensive, no friendship too luxurious
I pay all my bills and I embezzle all of yours
I’ve always got something to hide, but what I just won’t tell
I am the lord of my world
And my world is built on fraud

You control your sun; you control your rain
You decide when you’re satisfied
You choose when it’s time for your seasons to change
You control the deprivation; you control the plethora
You are the lord of your world
And your world is what you make it