Photon, poison. Photograph.
Fates and Furies, laugh.
Engrave, O my epitaph.
Chart a graph, you chaff.
Hated are the sights around!
All done poor and bad.
Holy ground, surround? Unsound.
That will make them sad.
Garbage rich and decent poor.
Rhythm, rock and roll.
Summoned, system? Are you sure?
Opinion, thy poll.
Competition? But from who?
Faces turning blue?
Hopes of you? Will these accrue?
Fondue, thy stew! Through.
Boredom. How the hours fly.
Time, you do math hard.
Lately I feel desert dry.
Fried in lard? Pulled, card.
Wisdom. Suffering, you rang?
Bite, O boomerang.
Stories told in slang? Taste, tang?
Gone out with a bang.
Clang! O prison gate, why wait?
Wasted lands, be home!
Staggered gait? I've come in late?
Wife out on the loam!
Foam in mouth, O rabid dog?
Slaver, how you burst!
Waterlog? High hog, thy slog!
Came in last and worst...
"Do people really change or just the date on the calendar that really changes???" By Poet
"In the mists of your eyes,"
I found raw passion.
As I talk to you,
you "Burn me with your love poison."
I cannot go on like this,
you are tearing me apart.
I hope one day,
"I will find you beyond the stars."
In a peaceful and loving world,
as we live separately.
Maybe we were not meant to be together,
just sailing on the blue waters.
"Where the sky drifts into the sea,"
where we both can find ourselves.
I will let you go now.
"Leashed to your dusk."
we all brought the spectre inside
making the streets safe to roam
but the sky starless
eternal night
bearable with fallen constellations
the ever present answers
distractingly laid out
seemingly within touching distance
shhh, don't question the few with lamps on
who dim dead light and converse with it
they neither see to believe
or trust tactile epiphanies
let them deliberate on the meaning of dust
do I see all this from across the street
I can't say
denial's reversal leaves me lost
The Black Poison Bottle
The Black Poison Bottle (very tight),
half full of arsenic, missed Halloween horror Movie Night.
She moped into another dimension in half-light
where everything was not allright, everything was in 5D. There was no comforting moonlight!
Horses galloping
in the barren country
long scorched
by conflagrations.
Carbonised bracken
and naked trees cry
gnarled in bewitchment
of incantations concocted
around smoky cauldrons
broiling with the fury
of serpent fangs
and necrotic poisons
that consume
the golden hour
Heaven's artistry in motion.
Silence………A solemn hush
except
for
insects
running
amongst the jade green grass
and the large invasive vines.
Large cypress trees,
stately and tall,
throw shadows around me
as I wend my way
along the lonely lanes
of moss-covered, musty-smelling tombs
careful not to touch the poison ivy
or admire the wisteria vines.
People do visit here,
for look, bunches of flowers
adorn the place,
emitting scents to try and nullify
the staleness of the resting place.
Headstones obliterated by the wind,
makes me wonder who lies beneath.
Was she beautiful and tall?
Ugly and short?
What does it matter now?
For all I care she could have been
beautiful and short.
But some things do matter
in our personal short earthly time.
All that matters is
what we do with our life.
Death holds no sting, really.
But
don’t
touch
the poison ivy.
A translucent apple
crimson in glister
rests upon a cushion
of wedding lace
and silken drapes
in the humming witchwood.
A honeyed perfume
pervades the crystal air
to entice a blessed lady
who savours the rosy flesh
of that glowing fruit
and sinks into an eternal
slumber.
No one can see it, but I’m poisoned.
Every morning, I take my meds,
and as the pills travel down my throat,
I wonder if this is the only antidote.
When I sit alone in my bed,
pondering my own crippling thoughts,
the poison makes me ill.
Will I ever get this out of my system? I ask.
It lingers through my body—
from my head, deep in my brain,
to my stomach, where I get nauseous
at the thought of my own mental toxins.
Although I didn’t consume something deadly to make me sick,
the poison in my prefrontal cortex
might just be the death of me.
When I walk into a room, no one sees
that every step I take is intense pain.
For now, I’ll go to sleep with this poison
eating at my life
and hope that it doesn’t kill me.
I’m poisoned mentally,
but not physically.
even as a young man
with jug ears and pimples
i knew she was a
beautiful poison
she remarked
she loved poetry
i gave it a shot
when
i had done
with my own poetry
recital
i sensed a door
in her mind
slamming shut
i guess
she was hurriedly searching
for
an anti-venom
Went to the grocery store
Decided to keep eating clean
Which can be a chore
Grocery shopping and budgeting
I usually trust my instincts but
This time regret I did not
Ate a few bites got it in my gut
Soon threw up so hard
My vomit was super sonic
I was sure everyone heard
That fruit was cut by demonic
Knife unclean was the word
Never will buy fruit again
From that grocery store
Ate only a few bites and
Was sick until well after four
Droplets fell on my skin, rhythmically, from an unmeasurable height.
My hair stood up, but not out of fright.
I stayed still, and that marked the end of the night.
It didn't erode my soul, but solaced my spite.
Gangs in the Cape Flats
are like wild cats
it does not matter who they come across
for you it can come across as a great loss
In an instant
They can become violent
Killing is in their blood
Like a flash flood
Harming people is what they do best
A life that everybody detest
Their lives are like a bad potion
Filled with poison
They will kill, rape and destroy
And take away people’s joy
All this can happen instantly
Without any dignity
Gang members only have respect for self
Only having respect for one self
Never showing respect for each other
Not even for a blood brother
To them poison is more like death
Like taking their last breath
Dying a slow death,
until taking their last breath
Never in a day
Will they go through in a good way.
The only way
Is by being the prey.
He took me to the pool to drown me
Or poison me with summer winds
And his red swimming trunks looked like blood
And his eyes were the color of honey
Or coffee
Or just old dirt
He took me out to poison me
And my lungs filled with the warm breeze
And I drowned
I drowned
Not in the chemical water of the deep end of the pool
But in the air of heat
The sickly-sweet smell of dying flowers
And small decaying animals
And every inhale burned
And he held me there
And he wanted me gone
And I wanted to do everything he asked me
And I came back with his flesh in my teeth.
Bloody, Raw, Pink.
Almost still alive
And I knew that the price of freedom Is death
And the life of the boy with the brown hair
And the red swimming trunks
Who wanted me gone
The door was locked forever more
But somehow it found the key
Through evil lies and wickedness
It gained a forced unwanted entry
There I saw the face of Hell
Terrifying as it was
I gave a cry, I gave a yell
In its black and spectral buzz
And standing there from a poisoned well
Uttering sounds of foreign nonsense
In a tongue unknown like a deceiving spell
It moved close to the threshold of my innocence
For years I was haunted by this event
It did though seem forever away gone far
So I became less vigilant
And in un-thinking left the door ajar
Then poisoned gas disguised as perfume
Came flowing in through the crack
A final blow to thoroughly consume
A soul and body in a newly planned attack
I shut the door in its face fast
Locked from the inside
The memories passed through it cast
Into the fires of Hell with nowhere to hide
And the noise of a troubled mind
Was dissolved into a new gained peace
Like lotus flowers reflowering we find
On a Kashmir lake all joy and release
After all this time
you held my hand
you shoved me away
and came back again
you continued to strike and fill me more and more
the poison you had left me acidic
filled with lust and a bond trauma inspired
you coiled and writhed when i became tired
but in the end i separated the strains
that made you so poisonous in my veins
and free from the poison that you shot into me
i was finally able to see
with every passing second my hatred grew lighter
and i told myself to turn the other cheek
with a new outlook and a burning fire
i moved on while you stayed sour
So take it as is or take it as not
when i broke past a new sight came and i shot my shot
a better friend and lover then you'd ever be
and now I'll never think about you in eternity
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