my confession …

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my confession ...




my ceaseless deceit, my puffed-up conceit, reeking of what i am, of what i do, of my pathetic charade, my sacharine parade - coiled in an infinite loop: 



a conscienceless repeatedly repeating repeat ...



... juggling halves,
my polar mind skids, with no traction on this seesawing slide,



as it scurries off to hide,



behind effortless lies,
spewing forth with a phantom innocence in my eyes,



throttling the urge to feel honest emotions,
soiling all meaningful ties,



strangling the surge of a feeling so fleeting, so devoid of all meaning,



while by the by,
my desecrated soul rips and shreds,



fleeing like rotten cowardice, up and away into the grieving skies,



with nothing but putrid detritus left behind,



stinking up the paths i always seem to find,



and always, always,



always concocting spurious excuses, blaming it all on the chemicals misfiring between  the crevasses of my unkind mind,



while getting away with it all for the briefest time,



shivering with stunned fear,



knowing, always knowing,
i shall be exposed,



no matter how craftily i regurgitate each and every scribbled rhyme,



as i desert the purest ones who truly care,
the truest ones who have never hesitated to share,



as i tread with crocodile smiles, upon the hearts and souls they have with love laid bare,



while by the by,
i feel nothing as i abandon them with scarcely a goodbye ...



...  and so it always goes, as it has always gone, and as it will always go,



my heart frigid, my soul inured,



hardly sparing a passing glance,



as i leave in my toxic wake, the shattered trust,



an epic of reeking untruths, spun in my web of feigned love, of all goodness pummelled into dust,



blow by excruciating blow,



yes, it is i,



who leaves nothing but a snaking pyroclastic flow ...



...  and blah-dee-blah,



and so it always goes, as it has always gone,



and as it will always go ...

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Racism + Silence = Complicity …

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Racism + Silence = Complicity ...






racism stalks the cities, slimy and rotten,


memories of Apartheid, of segregation, so conveniently forgotten.



racism infects the home, reeking and vile,


memories of discrimination, of slavery, bubbling up like bile.



racism must be fought, in words, in thought. 



racism must be defeated,


lest its repugnance be continually repeated

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the parallel lines of love …

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the parallel lines of love ...





i sometimes fear that i can never be yours,

the sinking feeling of facing closed doors,

where there is no space for me,
where there is no space for you,

in this cruel world where these truths are excruciatingly true.



i often think of this path we have chosen,
fingers slipping away as we slip on the cold earth so frozen,


where i shall always be the outsider, forever more,
a stab that strikes at my deepest core.



i wonder how i shall traverse these thorny alleyways,
knowing you and i shall love each other always,

but what becomes of a love akin to parallel lines that will never meet,
with just this ink pouring words on an empty sheet.



we are torn apart by this gaping hole,
you are where you are, i am where i can never be whole.



i sometimes fear that i can never be yours,

for wherever i look, i end up facing closed doors ...

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love and silence …

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love and silence …






you and i,
shielded by silence.


barred from ourselves at times.

exiled hearts,
building ramparts.


a wall
that may fall.


so,

my friend ...

lay your head on my chest,
letting my fingers run through your hair,

lulling you gently to rest, as we share our silences,


for life is far too short anyway,

to squander even a day.

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