Archive for November 19, 2018


the nomad …

Baobab Tree – artwork from google



the nomad …



picking up, slivers of life, hewn into flesh,


leaving once again, clinging onto moonbeams, shards of sunlight once dazzling and warm, thrashed by howling fate,

lost in echoes of yesterdays hope,


shuffling onward, one step at a time, seeking not much but enough, always enough,

between concrete hearts and steely grime,

seeking absolution, in penitence resigned,


to more scribbles,


more paltry rhyme …



the city of gold – joburg skyline from google

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Artwork from Google



just mush …



drowning in your eyes, tongue-tied,


you said i was a lush,

intoxicated by you, was i,


but instead i lied,

calling you my pineapple crush,


when all along i was afflicted, addicted, with nowhere left to hide,


adrift in the swirling sea of your love, and though tempus fugit, time flies,


i still feel that rush,


gazing into the ocean of your eyes,


reducing me still, today,


into an unabashed lush,


so forgive me this scribble,


this ode to you,

and all this unashamed mush …



Artwork from Google

Artwork from Google



lost | broken …



lost, broken,


alone,

in a foggy crevasse,


wedged between


sanity | madness | anguish.




i lose, break,

memories taunting,

waking thoughts,


stripping me bare | naked | exposed.




i survive, barely breathing,


slipping deeper,

into nothingness,


feeling little | shattered | numb.




i am incomplete, without you,

fatigued,


gnawed by emptiness | desolation | pain.




i persist, each breath futile,


crushed, yet alive,


comforted knowing only,


that you breathe | you live | and that you love …



Artwork from Google

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