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loves lives hearts
souls spirits selves …
in the end
there is always
and when all lies are spewed,
intricate threads promised,
eternal jazz and all that,
only to be summarily screwed,
by words of fluffy dreamscapes,
by incantations of endless service,
by mouthed lies,
time after time,
even as time flies,
the only constant – lies.
gulping down, hungrily,
each breath, every breath,
fearing the onset of the years,
the splinters of time
this moment, the very now,
numbed by repetition,
embalmed by trepidation,
of tomorrows yet to dawn,
suspiciously sifting through the strands of greying hair,
the because to the whys,
the slow mornings,
as years, decades,
feeling it all slipping away,
stilled by the implacable sentinels at the doorstep,
these immovable sentries,
concealing the door,
that leads to today
the furnace rages, beneath a simmering need, senses aflame, fanning a wanton greed.
aching passion in the cauldron of desire, famished yearning stoked by an overwhelming fire.
the distance between us reduced to a bead of dripping sweat, lost in an embrace, lips inches apart, beholding your face.
the hunger aches, surfing undulating crests and troughs, the impatience grows, sweltering in the spaces where desire flows.
fingertips tracing words of an unfinished rhyme, patiently now, since we bask in knowing we have all the time … … …
alone in this teeming city, surrounded by souls gone cold, we weathered the storms that lashed, we absorbed the barbed words that slashed, harsh times when dinner plates were empty, huddling close, feeling as desolate as the solitary rose, still we made it through, we held on to each other, knowing our love was true, we found work and we slogged till dawn, our only wish was for a kinder fate to be born, we have waited a while for those dreams to come to pass, shredding our hopes like shards of glass, was this the hope that drove us here, to share this single room, in a city of ugly gaudy tinsel meant to smother the gloom, this was not our dream, not mine nor yours, when we embarked on our seemingly never ending course, to build a life hewn from the promise of a better tomorrow, well we have waited through morrow after morrow, we are waiting still, for the fates to be kinder, to keep away the frigid winter chill …
the comedy of mid-life surprises … … …
we have been around a while, we have had our share of tears, and of many a smile,
life has often been kind, though at times it felt like all joy, all peace, was left far, far behind,
now our hair greys and thins, and we have chronic medication in more than a few tins,
we may have seen and heard it all before, yet, and still there is a wish felt deep within our hearts core,
perhaps not of rose-tinted love, or falling stars streaking across the skies above,
perhaps just a need to feel human again,
for the sun must shine after a shower of rain,
so why don’t we give it a shot, for who knows, things may get a bit steamy, if not desirably hot … … …
history shall look back upon us, and a light shall be shed, upon this time when the few were fattened and sumptuously fed, while the many were wrung till the last drop they bled, to the hypocritical wars that for resources were fought, and the complicit silence of the power-brokers was bought, where children went hungry and were pummelled by shrapnelled lead, when obscene chariots roamed the streets and not a word was said, about the inhumanity of this technologically advanced human race, propped up and gaudy as it showed its skewered face, allowing the few to pillage and plunder, as the hopes and dreams of the many were torn asunder.
yes, for these are the days when noxious ostentation does rule, caring little that its modus operandi is so patently cruel, as long as the diamonds are adorned and the gold is worn, it matters not the billions of families’ that are torn, torn apart so the machinery of greed flourished, while the child remained forgotten, mattering not that billions of souls were left malnourished.
yes, history shall look back and judge us with withering hindsight, when we perfected avarice, fine tuning it as best as we could, while ignoring our fellow beings as though they were hewn from wood, and history shall not be wrong to judge us in a horrified light, for even as we read these words, the many lie huddled under bridges, on yet another bitterly cold night.
I want to walk with you, freely on this earth, soaking in the scent of the soil, our calloused hands testimony to the sweat and the toil,
I want to share with you my deepest hopes, my desperate fears, I want us to share, the joy and the tears,
we shall share a life together, not without sorrows, neither of hardships free, but you shall always be you, as I shall always remain me,
so take my hand in yours, my friend, we have much to traverse, with many a shoe yet to mend …
we shall walk hand in hand, vowing to take a stand,
never to be one with the soulless parade, not to be fooled by the ostentatious charade,
we shall carve our own road ahead, together, always together, walking our paths yet to be tread …
all conscience excised,
always seeking more.
huddled under underpasses,
always seeking just enough.
interwoven veins, crisscross this land, this continent, connecting the north to the south, the east to the west, veins infusing life, binding peoples, wrapped in the canopies of the forest, buzzing in the cacophony of the cities, silent in the arid deserts, meandering between the mangroves, flowing gracefully into the oceans, knitting us together, despite the slashing of these veins, the plunder of these lands, the desecration of the peace of the ancestors, tearing these veins open, pilfering the continent’s innards, gold and silver and copper and platinum and diamonds and so much more, so much more painful in the millions of souls herded as cattle, packed onto the slave ships, doomed to live and die in shackled misery, oh yes, these veins have felt it all, these veins that continually, silently, peacefully, benevolently, spread the precious gift of life across these lands, this continent – Africa.
these interwoven veins
‘I am because you are’*
all of us
* – uBuntu is an isiXhosa/isiZulu concept that espouses the “belief in a universal bond of sharing that connects all humanity”
weighed down, bound by the travails of this life,
at times desolate,
at times with seemingly no respite.
the sunken talons of the drudgery of the days, clawing deeply, shackle each breath taken, wresting joy away.
the fierce mauling of time, swatting dreams once dreamed, left to fester in the chords of the unfinished song.
still we trudge, still we stand upright, still we scribble odes for tomorrow, still we somehow cope, still we carry our drained bodies, still we persist, still we somehow hope
when joy flaps its wings, soaring into boundless skies, all despair recedes, dusted off as hope freely flies, high to that exalted place, where smiles are worn on every face, where mirth bursts open all closed gates, showering all in its midst with kinder fates, where the world is no longer a slave to war, and peace reigns forever more.
an idealistic hope, though this may be, will we ever know if we do not try and see, to build a better, kinder, gentler world for all, where pained tears no longer into dust do fall …
withered feelings, like frozen tears, litter the dusty floor, splintered shards of vows, once meant never to be broken, lie callously shattered, strewn across the carpet of dreams, torn and mercilessly tattered.
why does love die, with hearts tearing each other apart, while desire dimly begins to fade, retreating to a far off place, in the bleakness of the shade.
we were once loved, exalted to the crests of joy, but now we sit in the corner, not unlike an old forgotten, used toy.
soft rain settles, infusing the parched soil, rejuvenating life.
what of the parched heart, waiting to be quenched, after a lifetime of drought.