dedicate

who do i dedicate these
things I write to?
these things that
pour from my soul onto
blank pieces of paper?

these things that are given
life and existence
by the thoughts floating
aimlessly around in my head

who do i dedicate
these things to that
fall from my skin
like droplets of
blood, sweat
and tears?

these things that
take flight and emerge
from the depths
of my mind and
experience?

who do i dedicate these
things to that claw
and scratch their way
through my flesh
to breath air and live?

these things who become
my children, my legacy and
my memory eternal?

who do i dedicate all
these things to?

i dedicate them all to you.

the word

k

I know a woman
A remarkable woman

A woman whose heart beats with Islamic
rhythms from the desert lands on the Nile

A woman dressed in shades of purple,
Holding a mighty sword,
Her breastplate adorned with
Diamonds and tiger's eye
Reflect her almond-esque eyes
Protecting her son
A rare beauty
Inside and out

I know a woman
A remarkable woman

A woman who dances with Rumi
And has love affairs with words
That lead to pure perfection
On parchment

I know a woman
A remarkable woman

A passionate woman
A defiant woman
A brave woman

A woman who is not afraid to cry real
Tears of happiness or
Those of sorrow.

I know a woman
A remarkable woman

A woman so small
I want to protect her from the world
But she is strong and she protects me.

Colours of a peacock
Flow freely from her delicate frame,

Connecting souls
Mine and hers.

I know a woman
A remarkable woman

And that woman is you…

13 December 2005

dog

It's a dog eat dog world,
Every dog returning
to its vomit
again and again

It's a dog eat dog world,
Covered in fleas and ticks
Scratching open pusy wounds
again and again

It's a dog eat dog world
and you're a
f***ing bitch
again and again

It's a dog eat dog world,
again and again...

Leo

psychedelic midnight

midnight
a psychedelic midnight

an indigo child
living in a celestial solar system
of iron and gold;

learning from the womb
to communicate in
languages not spoken.

Listening to words
that move in goosebumps.

Discussing music and evil dictators.

Going back in time
to wisdom forgotten.

Going forward to
a dead society.

An unreachable itch
Utopia reborn.

erupt

swollen mound,
erupt soon
inner liquid,
impatient
eagerness,
tighter&tighter
quickquick
quick
OH YES! YES! YES!

explosion


freedom



sigh




another
pimple killed...

fingertips

your name
lingers on
my tongue

just as the feel
of your flesh
lingers on
my fingertips