We write for our thoughts are many
And hope to turn them into art,
For either full or hollow we all have sorrow
That strikes at the strings of our heart
We read for one life is too little,
At times unfulfilling, disappointing, a bore
But in books I’m alive, in escaping I thrive,
For we make history with stories, with lore.
We laugh for our joy is so fleeting,
We cry for our pain is so vast,
But there’s ample blessing for release through expressing
And knowing that this too shall pass
We love for it’s what we were made for,
Passion was meant to be more than a drive,
Our pre-destined souls need much more to be whole,
Need each other to feel more alive.
We look at the stars to feel wonder
To look up at something that makes us feel small
Their sparkling and twinkling lead us into thinking
That we don’t really matter at all.
We pray for our hearts yearn for something,
Something that this world does not have in store,
Because that kind of love only comes from above
With a promise that we’ll receive more.
The topics I’m the most scared to write about,
Are parts of me that are currently in hiding,
But that assist in the shaping of me.
The Divinity behind conscious touch,
The Spell cast from the touching of lips,
The ripples oozing each time bodies meet.
How sacred to feel hearts beating together,
Shoulders brushing and energy building,
Two beings amplifying... How Holy.
Hair scented like love,
Soft Hands holding tight,
The thought of it has me folding.
The Divinity becomes lost in touch,
In convenience and in ease,
Creation Rituals turning to disease.
Accessible performance videos,
Disconnected from the magic,
Widespread, and fed to thee.
God runs through the veins that pulse,
Source charges batteries when aware,
Seeing stars together and becoming free.
Tarnished terminologies,
Toilet humour to cover primitive urges,
The most beautiful manipulating the we.
Yearning for transformation through touch,
Once experienced all else unfulfilling,
So sacred, to experience Soul Fueled Intimacy.
I send you strength
In its finest form, resilience in nature, wisdom of sight , forgiveness of self and sleep in the night
Delivered with patience
To release what hexes
A guide to your truth
with pure intent .
This moves with haste
With no consequence
To any of a kind those I hold in my mind , myself included protected by the now of time
I banish what grips me
And darkens my sight
I now walk in my truth, and my truth is in light
I release what binds me to unfulfilling pleasure
I summon my truth,
bring onto me my true treasures
I call it by name for it is not my own
I burn it in flame … ashes upon ashes …
Set to the wind I release its hold
I shout to the masses
I choose light over darkness love over fear.. no more will you whisper in my ear
These are my words, and my words are my power
My strength my resolve grows hour by hour times this by three
so I stated so it shall be
I honour as always my true deity
Do more
or do less~
advice which
may be suggested
as self-help for
fulfillment~
a story of doing
and seemingly
unfulfilling until
unmasked~~
Cape Flats is my town
But it always lets me down
I feel like a clown
With a crown
The violence
We cannot silence
Rob kill and maim
To the gangs its all the same.
where childhood is stolen,
where mothers bury their children
Heart broken and sorrow
A life so hollow
You they will follow.
Like a barn-swallow.
A township so vain
Full of pain
A killing everyday
This is the only way
With violence everyday
All we can do is pray.
Childhoods are stolen callously
Stolen very tactfully
Cape Flats live in brutality
And hate and fear angrily.
A lot of hate crimes
At the best of times.
Rape and killing
This is so unfulfilling.
Let this be a lesson
And not a mere session
To teach a session
Let it be a lesson
Not just an obsession
But a positive progression.
Of our own confession.
Thoughts rush like river—
currents pulling every want
into fevered swirls
the ego clenches its hold
hungry for the next longing.
When a hush opens
empty betwixt between breaths
in pause unforeseen
behests relent in stillness
which the ego can't abide.
In that slender void
the illusion becomes clear—
wants insatiable
can never be satisfied
in the rush of desiring.
Ego's mousetrap waits
baited with its same old ache—
the want to have more
yet the pause disarms the snare
as false hunger wanes waiting.
In the pause revealed
the trap is an illusion—
unsprung, unbound, flayed
the ego fills the spaces
with cravings unfulfilling.
Initiation killing
Is so unfulfilling
Innocent people get hurt
Killed by a pervert
That is so sadistic
Or even animalistic
Many people do it under a lid
Because the victim is a kid.
Killing his own daughter
Is no matter for laughter
Abused her, his own daughter
From her there was no laughter
Beating her, and raping her
His speech is a slur
Drinking all day
Did not help her in any way
He raped her
then he killed her
She was a means to an end
Someone he could expend
He did not known what to do
Her life he could not re-new
So he hid her body in a drawer
Because, she was only four
Night and day
The slaughtering happens anyway
It is by no means a friendly meeting
The gangs are competing
These fools
have many rules
killing people daily is their motto
almost like playing the lotto
Day after day
The gangs must have their way
not giving a dime who they slay
theirs is the only way.
Last weekend 7 people were slain
Family members had to bear the pain
Why all the killing?
It is so unfulfilling
The gangs will not stop the killing
Does not matter how unfulfilling
They will carry on unhindered
They will carry on hindered
The gang bosses
Really hates losses
They will kill their own staff
And about it, even laugh.
A court-ordered fist full of responsibility.
An anonymous man, unraveling beneath the weight of his own faulty circuitry.
Infidelity sparked a chain of conformity—one so unfortunate, it defied precedent.
His kin, stripped of their once-rooted masculinity, wandered into an unfulfilling life.
When faced with strange anger, they clung to a mask—gleaming with false superiority.
Only a fool’s bargain could birth such a belief:
That fatherhood was never his choice,
But a manipulative ploy by a siren
Intent on masking her own deceit.
Though her intentions seemed dubious,
He clung to his delusions.
He chose alliance with a malicious visage—
A portrait of discontent and whispered wishes.
He refused to relent.
But in doing so,
He became consumed.
Exhausted by the very aftermath
Of the rattled child
He once claimed to care for.
I sit to ponder on my life and death,
knowing one day my memories will end.
As I approach my last days I don't want yesterday,
to be more important than tomorrow.
I don't want to relive the shades and shadows,
of what has passed.
How sad that would be, how empty that would be.
The temptation to do so is there, it's easy to believe,
I have lived enough,
and spend the last years of life resting and reflecting.
It's unfulfilling and has no sense of accomplishment.
So I'll march on, one slow step after another,
my face in the wind, my eyes facing forward,
until my final memory is my last breath.
Life for the Aged
Old age comes with an eighteen wheeler’s load of hurt.
Old age comes with the rest of life, permeated with pain.
Old age comes with loads of memories, experiences missed.
Old age comes with loads of memories, experiences to relish.
Old age becomes moments for reminiscing, looking back into the past.
Old age becomes the catalyst that brings one to memories that once were.
Old age becomes the walls that block one from experiences, no longer able to be.
Old age becomes the barrier that prevents many from living the life they once did.
Old age becomes the obstacle to journeys, to adventures once prolifically brought light.
Old age becomes the impediment that has brought life to these very unfulfilling moments.
B. J. “A ” 2
October 12th, 2022
Mind, the architect of life’s structure,
obeys what is learnt as the art of living.
Heart, the carrier of nonlinear abstract intellect,
breathes emotive truth in the framework of being.
If the diktat of mind is not pursued,
life is sucked into the whirlpool of chaos,
and not listening to the subtle urge of heart,
life turns into an unfulfilling objectified entity.
Intangible confrontation with either this or that,
designs the dubious dilemma of option,
for lack of equanimity valuing one over the other
causes the onset of neurotic inner conflict.
The foreseeable forks in life’s pathway tests
if judgment and wisdom falter in internal strife.
The rational balance of mind and heart
finds psychic route out of cognitive dissonance.
________________
August 18, 2022
Contest : Inner Conflict
Sponsored by : Unseeking Seeker
In days, when I was in twenties, I thought,
Looking at an eagle made my blood clot;
A crude-looking rude being that could kill,
A chick and feel this act as just chill-pill...!
Scavenger bird; I learned in my school;
Flies, though frightening, very calm and cool!
Strong; fearless; adhesive; sharp in vision,
Never leaves unfulfilling its mission...!
Sign of courage and immortality,
Unerring vigor and vitality;
Doesn't their intermittent extinction,
Expose, O, lo! Nature’s ruination...?
21 July 2022
You came you conquered, tearing foundations from the ground up. Up went fictitious buildings with hollow fronts easily to be exploited again. The time it took to accept what was, what could have been was just another ended love story. It wasn’t enough to rekindle flames. Wasn’t enough to build a better story with closing chapters and opening narratives.
Our intentions remained impure, tainted with lust and distrust. Never willing to just focus on us…
Giving and giving but yet still unfulfilling..
As walls torn down and heart surrounded by stonewalls..
Conquered .. As you departed…
Dancing in the moonlight
Fanciful figures appear in the mist
With flowing white gowns
And a crown of pink lilacs exist
Love conquers the coldest of hearts
Turns men into little boys
As peaceful as a sonata by moonlight
In its tenderness we all rejoice
True love is really beyond description
It can't be expressed in words
This feeling down in the pit of our being
It's the sweetest poem ever heard
Without love to help see us through
Life would be unfulfilling
Darkness would settle deep in our souls
So make sure love has top billing
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