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​life, hope, and the now …

 … …

navigating the path ahead, negotiating the thorns scattering the cold bleak ground,
we walk oblivious of the ravages of tomorrow, not knowing the catapults of bliss and of sorrow,
seeking only peace and contentment here in this torrid realm, adrift at times on waters choppy, hands tied far away from the helm,
yet and still, hope breathes in, the soot of departed yesterdays, seeking evermore the promise of uncharted pathways,
yes, hope breathes, infusing fresh air banishing the stale putrid stench,
urging us ever onwards, imploring us to grab each day, from the detritus of the past,
stilling the mind,
now, today … … …

gibberishly sprechening …

your eyes sketch skies,
silken sandpaper,

your touch,

the smell of your hair,
seducing me,

avalanches of curls,
kisses like tributaries fanning out, eroding the cold hard stone,

in your arms,
in shadows of your form … …

… … I am not whole,
perhaps half and half,

but never am I,
with you … … alone.

interwoven jazz … …

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time to leave the obfuscation,
euphemisms,
platitudes,

time to shed the detritus of who we once were,
why we once never could be,

strewn amidst the thorns,
jabbing through the turbulent sea,

each wave,

breaking,
crashing,

threaded strings,
foamy universes within foam,

dashing the jagged cliffs,

steep,
daunting,
impregnable,
conceited,

arrogance of invincibility,

the choice of loss,

tracer bullets pockmarking the diseased sky,

splintering egos,
crushing ideals,
held aloft sacrosanct,
wringing ideology,
mere attempts,
feeble at least,

the grandiose fiction of an all en-compassing “explanation of it all”

the unscaleable wall,

where dreams collide,
headlong into concrete apartheid,

headstrong,
belief,
unreason,
faith,

trust,
honesty, love,

lie fractured,
scattered bones strewn here,
there,

and some places foreboding yet alive,
in between,

the transparency of justice,
or,

the prism of competing beliefs,

which leaves this soul, cut,

ripped apart,
torn,
at the seams,

having set sail on the river of hopes,

having soared the blue expanse,
in free flight,

a torch, always,

always, burning, shining bright,

a beacon in the desolate night,

aloft at last,

winged chariots of unfinished dreams.

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the calm balm of the palm

there are these moments,
often permeating my pores,

the sense of you,
your smile,
your presence,

a soothing balm,

enveloping,
cocooning,
caressing,
infusing,

moments,
with you,

simple,
true,

wrapping me in a warmth of serenity,

soothing shroud,
warm,
wild,

calm,

gently swaying in the breeze,

an intoxicating tropical breeze,

nestled in your arms,
beneath the shade of a palm,

the mirage

just out of view,
hazy,
shades of hope,

love,
peace,

intermingling, racing through tributaries,

invading,
veins of scarlet blood,

streaking down,
cheeks moist with tears,

seeking,
searching,

hither and thither,

as the years amble on,
as the flesh wrinkles …

leaving behind glimpses of soft,
gentle joy,

slowly,
effortlessly, inexorably,

as dreams settle,
floating between laughs,

onto the barren ground,
soon to wither.

talkin’ yakkitty-yak blah blues … …

why do these tears fall like blood,
engulfed in a torrential flood,

when will these pangs take flight,
fleeing open night,

what can we do,
to be true,

to me, and to you …

sprinkled scribbles …

sketched against skin,

softly soothing, dipped in inked nectar, infused with desires unleashed,

to live, to taste the salt of sweat on flesh, to walk in the torrential rain, drenched in perennial desire,

scorching, broiling, slowly inflamed, centuries, months, moments, decades,

the moth to the fire … … …

talkin’ dreamscapey blues ….

slipping through sieves,
time leaves,

scurrying off, slinking away,
so let me hold you close, tight,
tonight,

as dreams crash, plummeting,
spiralling gradually, slowly, agonisingly,
into freefall flight,

blinded by knowing whats right,

holding you close,
holding you tight …

Port of Call

Port of Call
 
 
Barefoot on a talcum beach,
 
alone, not lonely,
 
with the breath of the ocean a caressing balm,
soothing pained memories away,
to the swaying of a solitary palm.
 
 
Barefoot on a talcum beach,
 
alone, not lonely,
 
feeling the brushing away of all past turmoil,
on a quest for solace, ever so hard to find,
yet comforted by the crashing of the waves,
as the tide cleanses all pain,
and leaves despair far, far behind.
 
 
Barefoot on a talcum beach,
 
alone, not lonely,
 
drenched in a sea-breeze of mist,
that hushes the ache of bygone moons,
tasting the salty tang on my lips,
as the burnished sun,
over the distant horizon,
swoons,
 
and dips.
 
 
Barefoot on a talcum beach,
 
alone, not lonely,
 
searching, ever searching,
for a slice of solitude,
as memory bids a final adieu,
reaching under the sea so vast,
and seeking comfort in the depths,
while embracing,
the tomorrows to come,
wishing that they be true.
 
 
Barefoot on a talcum beach,
 
alone, not lonely,
 
seeing my truths drown,
as they slip beneath the turquoise waters,
 
feeling my heart ablaze,
with a passion that rarely falters.
 
 
Barefoot on a talcum beach,
 
alone, not lonely,
 
yet knowing that I am home at long last,
wishing the waves would wash away,
the defences that once stood,
like an impregnable wall.
 
 
Barefoot on a talcum beach,
 
alone, not lonely,
 
I have found, at long last,
 
my final port of call.

In the solitary depth of night,

as dreams whisper forgotten lies,

memories murmur,
desires nibble,
passions simmer,

between the embers,
of sweetly burnt eyes.

As dawn’s breath cascades,

skimming over the borders of my hapless heart,

my eyes finally surrendering to slumber, peaceful and deep,

leaving me,

to dream of you,

dreaming,  asleep.

NOSTALGIA: My Family: A Historical Journey Through the Seasons – Part 1 by Afzal Moola, Johannesburg, South Africa.

Afloat on the River

Afloat on the rivers of life,

rootless at times,‎

bogged down in the mire,

at times a lonesome twig cast into the depths of despair,

a vagabond sans destination, sans care. ‎

The tides have washed me,

hither and thither,

never knowing where I would finally rest,

till you held my heart in your tender hands,

clasping it closer to your breast. ‎


All the while gentle ripples have steered me away from desolation,

breathing new purpose,

igniting fresh promise,

reaching around me,
enveloping my soul,

oh yes, ’tis you,

who has carried me through. 

It is only now that I know,

you are the river upon which I sail,

your love the wind at my back,

your presence a comforting respite from the detritus of the shallows,

while quietly you carry me,

towards the passionate streams of the lagoon,

rescuing me,

liberating my heart,

from the noose of the once omnipresent  gallows…

 

A Thirsty Traveller

A Thirsty Traveller …

I’ve rambled through this life,

on a quest to seek the elusive dew of joys’ dawn.

I’ve roamed these desolate streets,

pursuing the mirage of the promise of a new morn.

I’ve crawled through numberless deserts of thirst,

always waiting for a sign,

while searching for the elixir of my life:

your softly quivering, sweetly-scented lips,

as they brushed,

longingly,

against mine …

The Paths we Weave …

Walking alone,

on these meandering paths this life weaves,

weathering the nudges and the tugs of destiny and of fate,

I have walked alone for many a mile,

but not today,

for today,

I weave through alleyways of solitude,

rinsing my cobwebbed memories,

seeking to steer my path,

gently,

so that this pathway of life may lead me to you,

where my only hope is that I am not too late,

as I place my soul at your hearts’ gate …

In your Eyes (scribble 1)

In your Eyes …

Walking along these bending alleys of life,

the promise of meeting a fellow-traveller was deemed far too remote,

and so,

I shut down my heart,

severing all loves’ ties,

but then again,

that was before,

before I gazed into the ocean of your fiery, gentle, irresistibly enticing eyes …

In you Eyes (scribble #2)

1.

As yet another day recedes,

enveloping all under the shawl of night,

so allow me to drown,

in your eyes.

Moments are fleeting,

the fickle hands of time unseeing,

so allow me to seek solace,

in your eyes.

The paths we have trodden are littered with each shard,

of regrets and of the pain that our hearts wish only to discard,

so allow me to seek refuge,

in your eyes.

I’ve walked through the twisting alleyways of this life,

seeking simple joy, away from the desolation and the strife,

so allow me to find peace,

in your eyes.

2.

In your eyes,

I find,

the gentleness that I had left behind,

away from the emptiness of superficial smiles,

far far away from the solitude of the daily grind.

In your eyes,

I feel,

at home at long last,

your love caresses away the restlessness of my past,

stepping out of the shadows to embrace pure contentment,

even though I may be a mere bit player,

in life’s theatrical cast.

In your eyes,

I touch,

the flame of promise that shines through your loving light,

and that is why,

I no longer dread,

the vacuum of this approaching night …

life, love, & sweetly aching blues …

caught red-handed,

stealing moments,

a mere nanosecond,

of hastily borrowed time …

I stand accused,

of a past,

pockmarked by shrapnel skidding off the many alleyways of life …

I plead guilty,

naked and stripped bare,

engaged in a duel with destiny and time,

wasting,

&

wasting away,

scribbling verses in the sand,

devoid of an iota of life’s maddening,

&

Irresistibly seductive rhyme …

Choosing to be Human…

We may choose,

to trudge down life’s pathways alone,

barricading our fragile hearts,

behind ramparts of stone…

We may choose,

to stow our emotions away,

shielding our weary souls,

from the promises of a new day …

We may choose,

to never be hurt again,

safely enveloping our fatigued selves,

tucked away from loves’ pleasures and its pain …

or,

we may choose to be human,

leaping into the cauldron of countless unborn tomorrows,

inviting loves’ soothing balm,

and perhaps,

caressing  away a few of our lonesome sorrows …

and so,

we shall choose to be human,

lowering the defences hewn from bitter experiences pummelled with pain,

as we welcome love into the deepest recesses of our being,

nourishing each other while gently letting go of yesteryears’ stinging pain. 

Chocolatey Dreams…

under a breath of dark chocolatey desire,

the furnace re-ignites dormant dreams.

Dreams dreamed,

basking in a warm cocooned glow,

as you so effortlessly,

set my soul so scorchingly afire…

Greed is Good

Greed is Good…

brands and little tender hands,

sewing and sweating,

in dinghy factories and in smoke-clogged stands.

Haute-couture and ostentatious labels,

black and blue whiskey on heaving sushi tables.

Greed is good,

it ‘enhances’ free-market competition,

as we blindly scamper from mall to mall,

devoid of a scintilla of compassionate vision.

Greed is good,

oh and it feeds,

on complicity,

apathy,

as we reap the rewards,

of the sowing of hypocritical seeds.

Greed is good,

yes it is,

as long as we can buy and buy and buy and buy,

and

as long as there’s gourmet coffee to be had,

and

as long as there are oysters we can lasciviously shuck,

ohhhh yessss,

greed is good,

so we sew our mouths shut,

as we frolic,

as we party,

and

as we fuck.

Greed is Good.

(title borrowed from Oliver Stone’s film ‘Wall Street’)

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