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Rainbow Nation
Blanca is white like beautiful snow in the Drakensberg Mountains
she snorted star powder past the perforated septum into her brain
Black as coal from the underworld mines in Mpumalanga Melanie
had her stomach pumped and purged while sleeping off darkness
Amber is coloured mixed race in the Rainbow of Nations her work
still paid in dop cheap vine that slaves her away in alcoholic trance
Arnav of Indian descent was hooked on dagga grown by the ocean
converted to heroin sold her frail body and skin for brown liquid sugar
Jacobus Bandele Lungelo and Bhavin shared needles and comfort
on the streets of Johannesburg flirted with disaster drug related crime
and their dealers cracked at the dawn longed for dust in the dusk
Drugs do not respect colour gender ability social class and religion
all druggies are equal with craving dependency not restricted to some
Now united in rehab like the state of the nation they all stood at the
table of mountains with one foot in the grave at the cliff face of habit
One day at the moment they now battle their demons resist the temptation
for only the time being from one morning away from the devious mourning
one drug line not taken one fall off the wagon shunned and avoided for now
They have all chased the dragon for far too long and imbibed with the devil
for so many wretched days and nights of delusion torment addiction and pain
Again once more each day anew their only chance to abstain one day at the time
Destiny any, there’s a common thread
in the unique journey of every soul,
going through life, playing their ordained role,
attachments gripping fickle heart in dread.
False is the narrative which we’ve been fed,
ego the villain, who inner light stole,
veiling soul’s sheen with thoughts as black as coal,
negating heart’s love by living in head.
Melding head with heart, we exit the maze,
making in staid silence, our eye single,
whereupon by shifting into the void,
our inner presence wakes up from its daze,
rapture heightening as bliss spasms tingle,
revealing our Self, pure and unalloyed.
His heart was black as coal a cantankerous soul
So cruel and so unkind
He was ever so clever but never would ever
Reveal what's on his mind
It was commonly known was a cad fully grown
And a savage from birth
His only decision and only one vision
Was to ravage the Earth
Then one night in a dream the most devilish scheme
Ever devised by man
On a day in December a day we'd remember
He hatched his evil plan
With his hatred alive he then took a long drive
Down to the hotel Ritz
Soon his plan implemented a bomb he invented
That would blow it to bits
As a matter of fact he thought the hotel was packed
But it was empty instead
By the light of the moon the bomb blew up way too soon
And brought it down on his head
The news got the story it was ever so gory
But we all know the rest
No longer no trouble lied dead in the rubble
The hotels only guest
In the shadows, where the night is dark and deep, Aurorabelle DeVil weaves her wicked spell, with a heart that's cold as sleep, and a wicked little grin that tells the tale. The moon above, the only witness within, shines down upon her, as she casts her sin.
With eyes of emerald, and hair of raven's night, she stalks her prey, with a stealthy, silent flight, her laughter echoing through the midnight air, as she conjures magic, beyond compare. In the land of dreams, where the brave dare not roam, Aurorabelle DeVil holds her wicked throne, with a wave of her hand, she summons the night, and the stars above, tremble with her wicked delight.
Her heart of stone, and soul so black as coal, make her the queen of the dark role, dancing with shadows, in the moon's silver light, the darkness trembles, at her wicked, wondrous might. In the silence, where the wind whispers low, Aurorabelle DeVil is the one they all know, with a kiss of poison, and a touch of despair, she weaves her web, of wicked, woeful care.
With a voice of honey, and a heart of ice and snow, Aurorabelle DeVil is the one they all know, whispering secrets, in the ears of the night, the darkness trembles, at her wicked, wondrous might. In the land of magic, where the brave dare not tread, Aurorabelle DeVil is the one who holds the thread, with a wave of her hand, she summons the storm, and the thunder trembles, at her wicked, wondrous form.
In the shadows, where the night is dark and deep, Aurorabelle DeVil is the one who holds the keep, with a heart of darkness, and a soul so bold and bright, she reigns supreme, in the wicked, wondrous night, her magic swirling, like a dark, velvet cloak, as she whispers secrets, in the ears of the night, and the darkness trembles, at her wicked, wondrous might.
Aurorabelle DeVil (sing it to the tune of "Cruella DeVil" from Disney's 101 Dalmatians.)
A place in the sun...bright and shining from early morn.
Ebony tones everywhere..colorful garments
lend an air of festivity....hustle and bustle everywhere.
Streets...bands of steel meander through the city
tall buildings ...cast grotesque shadows along the roads
as trees bow in homage to the new day.
People rushing by...insects trapped in an invisible jar
laughing, singing....white teeth flashing.
Aromatic scents of herbs and spices
emanate from side walk cafes to
tease the senses.
Side walk hawkers...fried fish, fried chicken, fried cassava
tittilate the senses... tempt the taste buds.
Taxis rush at a mad pace oblivious to potholes all the way.
Wildlife a-plenty ....... from lions to giraffes
a colorful scene ....a feast to the eyes.
Flamingoes on the lake.. fiery pink compete with brilliant sunsets,
a world seen behind rose tinted shades.
Even the soil.....red as ochre, black as coal, white as the beaches
a variety of colors throughout the land.
Tea and coffee plantations..a delightful view
in a beautiful land , I once knew
where suffering, hardship, joy and laughter
embrace each other,
Eyes can show so much emotion
Like a heart filled with devotion
Shining like stars in the night
Glowing oh so big and bright
Hatred can really be seen
In dark eyes so big and mean
Glaring at you with disdain
Causing you heartache and pain
Sorrow is another way
Eyes tell a story every day
When tears fill up and make them moist
Your sadness shows-- you have no choice
Happiness is seen for miles
Eyes start dancing with big smiles
Showing everyone you meet
The joyfulness in your heart beat
Envy can not be disguised
Its like green daggers in your eyes
That's aiming for somebody who
You think broke your heart in two
Eyes are windows to the soul
Colorful or black as coal
Depending on what mood your in
Eyes tell stories time and again
I’m what wails late in the night
when it's dark and time erodes.
And the howl that conjures fright
traveling down lonely roads.
The moon dims its meager light
as darkness extends its hand.
And rescinds nocturnal sight
when banks of fog shroud the land.
I'm in sync with nature's way,
gallivanting to and fro.
And tread upon grass or clay,
neither a friend nor a foe.
I imbue blossoming trees
amidst shadows black as coal.
Their fragrance perfumes each breeze,
rejuvenating my soul.
Like a bastard child of fear
I haunt the world of my birth.
And quietly disappear
when the sun lights up the earth.
No island of escape
No heart that can't be found
The plague at last arrived
The ship is run aground
The wind has brought pollution
Pollution to the soul
The suffering and delusion
The spirit black as coal
Close your eyes, sweet child
Come listen to the sound
Of faith raining back
Faith raining back down
The fields are wet with deluge
The crops will not be there
A life of broken pilgrimage
Can never be repaired
While a lukewarm invitation
Has cast your soul in peril
In vulgar conversation,
We allowed our lips to settle
Close your eyes, sweet child
Come listen to the sound
Of faith raining back
Your faith raining back down
There is no Purgatory
And there is no in-between
Your hesitance and tarry
By God's eyes will be seen
So wander into morning
Your eyes still caked in sleep
The glory of awakening
Shall raise you among sheep
And close your eyes, dear child
Come listen to the sound
Of your faith raining back
Your faith raining back down
Questions about the human soul have
mystified mankind from time immemorial
Is the soul of the faithful dead like Christian
in "The Pilgrim's Progress," making the perilous
journey from the "City of Destruction"
--our world--to the "Celestial City that is heaven?
What really happens when we die?
Where does the soul of the dead go?
Is it really true that the soul never dies
when one's lifetime is through?
When I inevitably spirit off to the great beyond
will my soul refuse to follow or tag along?
I wish I knew. It's the mother of all mysteries
What of a soul languishing in purgatory?
How long does it linger there in anguish...
waiting to be cleansed? Is salvation guaranteed?
So a soul as black as coal doesn't die
a dog's death when the body dies, too?
What of a rotten apple of a soul redeemed
as the body lies dying? It is also sieved and salvaged
by God on Judgment Day? In near-death experiences,
does a soul escape before sneaking back in?
What if a long-faithful soul goes horribly astray,
unredeemed? Does God still handle it with great care,
as though it were fragile glass? Is it still safe?
Or sucked into the vortex of hell for eternity?
Most importantly, what IS a soul?
Oh, the nagging existential questions!
Date written and posted: 09/15/2018
WHEN NERVES AND PULSE CONGEST
Tender are the days brushed with thoughts of light
when yesterday rolling, rolling are the tears...
Jagged nerves and pulse congest in colliding repair,
they... rise to roar beams and rays of medley grace.
Glitters of gold and red cartwheel slow on my face,
I, before filthy shades of earth stand like a knight
to whoever dares, forgetting crime as I fight!
Even to ember flames of days, I... brave to step and chase
for if deep the earths' steep it births you: "my sunshine",
I keep forth to reap a mirth: me being with you.
Black as coal creep, it rebirth night that seeps the signs
but later sun peeps, its smile girths our blues.
To a new life, new day, I faithfully consign
with burning daylight as my sweep leap to have you...
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Olive Eloisa Guillermo
11:02 pm. April 24, 2015