The Enemy Within

On crack of dawn, when the dew was fresh
While the lark was still to sing to the nightingale
When the moon was romantically seducing the night
The stars were sparkling in warm summer breeze
My head rested on a safe key and lock
My dreams reality were on words of principles
They said
Where there are great riches, there are also many to eat them.
And what doth it profit the owner?
But that he seeth the riches with his eyes?
A minute ago he said
You are the enemy within yourself
You will give your shirt and remain bare
For him to be warm,
Now I feel complete with the enemy within.

History Made

Last evening while i minding my business
I heard a knock on my door
I didnt bother with it for no soul was expected
I answered lest I be rude
alas..
I opened the door to a dark angelic relic
.. The rest is history

Looking lost for words

I want to speak to the girl in the flowing gown
The girl wearing the long African earthy brown dress
The girl who stand at the taxi rank
The girl who melts of innocence
Honesty and loveliness
I want to speak to her alone
Looking lost for words
With words written all over her face
and mine..
The girl with the most beautiful eyes
The girl with that genuine warm smile
I want to speak about her to her now
Do not hold me back little snake
Venom spewing in your quiver
Fangs raised to destroy and banish
I’m talking of the same girl standing at the taxi rank
She is venomous and sultry and beautiful and ugly
Her overflowing sultry silhouettes her truth
I want to speak to her about her intimately
I want to speak of that girl that made white her color
Snow flakes and dandruffs on an old rag
Herself only knows why old rags cleans best
Would you tell me?
Is she listening?
Miss, would you blend in yourself?
Girl would you turn around?
Cherry..Can I have a word with you?

Siesta with Marie

Today,
While on too much time on my hands
I found the right place to lay my head
Without a care in hell or even heaven
What would be of me if I didn’t rise up
Between the hallucinations and bunny naps
I found myself in a whole new world
A world where I could see but not be seen
A world where I could touch but not be touched
A world where I could have power

I rose up and found that it was not real
I rose up and found that I need this world
I rose up and found that I needed to be touched
I rose up and found that I don’t need power over anyone
I rose up and found her breathing fire gently on my bare skin
I rose up and whispered to her, I Love you,
I guess that’s why I have no more time on my hands.
But a gentle fire breathing dragon on my hands.
But a gentle fire breathing dragon that I Love

Man on a Jetty

Where my brother is my enemy
Where my sister is my prosecutor
Where else can I run to?
I have to tolerate
Inflate myself with myself
Make love to myself passionately
Afterall, I just Love myself

St Michael

St Michael
An angel here in earth
Now among the saints in heaven
St Michael the name will linger
The self proclaimed emperor of the universe
The tiny dust, ashes and dirt on a strong heart
St Michael, your soul overlooks us all
The father of the millennium, the new generation
Today, we mourn you St Michael
Today, you smile down on us all in Heaven
Your first generation St Michael, will tell a tale
There was always a plan B in your Life.
The good ones die young your prophesy you made
Rest in Peace dear friend and foe

A Perfect Soul by Janee

A flittering soul free of the timeless perplexities of existence
all in truth except one…the puzzle of the inner heart.
A pristine soul surrounded by condemnations and corruption
from all circles. So a solid wall, not of ice, but of fire-hot, burning;
a perpetualaching in the inner depths- is built,
towering and enduring as a protective barrier against the destructive universe.
An angelic soul warm, giving, smiles of sunshine and eyes in a midnight
sky-blossoms, yearning for the fleeting-a precise moment in time,
when the heart stands still, waiting for that moment,
then it comes, swift, spontaneous- a pounding of drums,
a touch, a breath, a quiver-and the soul is lost.
The soul awakened, innocent,
yet not na?
all-knowing, yet completely spellbound by the unknown-a shimmering,
eyes wide open sweet succulent soul embraces-the fires internal-tamed-by passion
and suddenly freed from
the entrapments of the spirit into the universe of the heart.
A perfect soul.

My Identity

I
I will nopt be judged for the world is mine
I will not look back for the world is mine
I will not be with you, because I reign in the World alone
I have the power of all things possible, I and I alone knows it.