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I Lust For You

I’m aroused, to take you 
on my long ride.
An urgency to have you
explore my stealth –
prodding, poking, pleasuring.
Standing solid strong.
Massive head, elevated
above the rest, ready too!
impale your abyss
impale your deepest sanctuary.

I touch; Yes there
where your sensitive parts wait.
I stimulate your every read gently
massaging your pleasure until
all of you wants more of me! More
of this tantalising caressing.
Until your thoughts start to moan.
Until your desire burns for my pen;
Tilling my thick tuned throng tacitly
into you into life with the gravity
of overfull oscillating orchids.

Thrust after glorious thrust.
You feel me driving deeper.
Loving every word whispered
in your ear; your here; your soul.
Feeling the warmth of my lust
you open ever wider, blissfully
eager to welcome more of
my lyric, my labour, my love.

You start to quiver deep inside
enjoying this rampant rocking of
my full load ready to explode.
I can’t hold back…been dying to be
deep inside of you I come
with the tremors of trillion trumpets.
Shouting shakily as I spill into you
hot spurts of my long longing
to be right here, inside you. To be
part of that which consumes you.
To be part of your yearning, for
every time you see me, Come! 
taste this teaching of my truth
Admire mine deliberately 
begging me to enter you again
and again and again every time
you see me, come. Yes do!
come back for more of this
Savvy Suave Substantial Sword.

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Bedtime Loving

(ohw! ohw! ohwwwww!)
The wolves are out tonight.
“Tread lightly”, echoes father’s words,
“and stay clear of their sight”.

Excited by, my first hallo
to stars and moon so bright.
Excited him allowing me,
to come out on this night.
Caref’ly, had I listened to,
the lessons that he gave.
In underground my classroom
had I sat and well-behaved.

Now here, amongst the shrubbery
my small heart pounding proud.
Near the husky voices of,
the wolves in packs so loud.
Silently, on hinds we rise,
with noses in the air.
Detecting in, which way they’ll path,
not tempting to go there.

Crossing the bridge at Hunters Lane;
father leading way.
And there, under the bright moonlight,
we scout our waiting prey.
“Tread lightly”, echoes father’s words,
“and stay clear of their sight”.
Once home;
upon our rodent dish,
my first  true trophy won.

Small eyes now flutter sleep.
My father heart so proud.
“Tread lightly”, echoes father’s words.
I blow the candle out.

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God, Set Them Free

At last I am free
from a language that
tried to subdue me;
And all the faces from my past.
That of statured men (on knees)
stripped from sacred dignity-
from being man.

Trying hard to dispute
that I, could verbalize those words.
World, here, my eloquence.
I speak the language of the free.
Though, can I, not hide
a truth so clear to see;
I’ve been speaking a language, foreign to me.

Countless times. Sagacity…
Never shedding a tear?
Only You my Lord, can judge.
Though, hear, this cruel reality-
Born of slave; so too, was meant to be.
Tears! Rivers, the consequence of time.
Wash me clean; please, white I’d be.

How cursed my mother’s tongue?
Yet, all I recall, sweet loving.
Nonetheless, I went running…
Escaping into what I thought was light.
Ridding me from daunted eyes.
Pray, my fathers forgive me.
I am a man of reverie.

At last, I am free
From a language that
tried to subdue me.
So hard to live (this) perceived inequality.
Compounded sins of he, who tried to silence me.
The same coming forth on bended knee.
God, set them free…

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Perfect Peace

I am sitting at God’s window today, my love.
How beautiful the gifts from God.
Peace stilling the fears of my heart.
And my tongue is echoing Her tune: “How great thou art”.

How beautiful the gifts from God.
Nature is singing God’s praises today; loving you and me.
And my tongue is echoing Her tune: “How great thou art”.
My soul, loving anew my Maker, my Redeemer.

Nature is singing God’s praises today; loving you and me.
Calling all of life to join in, love’s melody.
My soul, loving anew my Maker, my Redeemer.
No questioning what was, what is and what shall be.

Calling all of life to join in, love’s melody.
May we exalt our voices, thanking Him for His grace.
No questioning what was, what is and what shall be.
Father, Son and Holy Ghost; Almighty Trinity.

I am thanking God for His Hand, protecting and guiding me.
I am sitting at God’s window today, my love.
How beautiful my dream. How beautiful my love.
Peace stilling the fears of my heart.

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Questions and Answers

How many have I asked?
And answered.
Questions and answers
to life
and me
and all of love; and mystery?

How many paths have I seen?
And walked.
This curious discovery
to life
and me
and all of love; and mystery?

How many tears have I cried?
And dried.
These tears of yes and no
to life
and me
and all of love; and mystery?

So much I know –
life me love;
and mystery?
Questions
I
Answer.

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God, Bless Cape Town

Of all the places on this earth,
it’s you sweet love, that gave me birth.

You (quietly) my ears awake.
Yes (quietly) of love you spake.
Sharing all your memory
of times and tides and reverie.
But most of all,
your thoughts of God.
Our Wondrous Father. Heavenly Lord.

Yes, so the grace of God had planned
that I hear return, to write with command –
of thoughts my soul, my words inspire
of this beauty of life and my heart’s desire –
To praise God’s Wonderful Name.

(Dear God, bless her beauty. I ask in Jesus Name.)

Of all the places on this earth,
It’s you sweet love, that gave me birth.

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At the Circus

At the circus.
Once,
I met this clown named
Shy.
Two teardrops painted
his humble face.
And everyone laughed,
when he fumbled around.
Trying to make sense?
Never crossed my mind
Back then.
I was
Shy.

At the circus.
Once,
I had candy floss.
Confused
kids, running around like brats.
Faces messed with sweets and sand.
And everyone laughed,
when the chimps appeared.
Trying to make sense?
Never crossed my mind
Back then.
I was
Confused.

At the circus.
Once,
I heard the lions roar.
Scared.
Slime hanging from their angry teeth.
Faces of fear.
And everyone laughed,
when I spilled all over myself.
Trying to make sense?
Never crossed my mind
Back then.
I was
Scared.

At the circus.
Once,
I saw the Ringmaster.
Loved.
Bowing his confident head.
And everyone laughed,
when flowing curtains drew to an end.
Never crossed my mind
Back then.
I was
Loved.

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The Rape of Eternity

He was raped; and his tears were grave.
The face of Nature changed. Eternally…
Yet, the colour of sky remained and
the sun still forthcoming in greeting.
Though, as for his clouds, there had been many.
Heavy.

She was raped; and her tears pronged my soul.
The face of Nature changed. Eternally…
Yet, there are birdsong in the meadow and
the oceans break delight to the shores.
Though, as for her clouds, there had been many.
Heavy.

They were raped; and their tears pained my heart.
The face of Nature changed. Eternally…
Yet, the smell of birth the same and
the smiles of rosebuds velvety tasting.
Though, as for their clouds, there had been many.
Heavy.

Time was raped; and Nature’s tears, them cry.
Life’s face was changed. Eternally.
Yet, our Mother’s Love spans ages and
God is.
Though, as for our clouds, there be many.
Heavy.

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Prince

If I was the Prince of Peace,
there’d be no tears of war –
No suffering. No guilt.
For evil, there’d be no yearning.

If I was the Prince of Pain,
such be for sweet love’s learning –
No anger. No shame.
Though gain through this here blessing.

If I was the Prince of Place,
I’d spread my wings from age to age –
No homeless. No desolation be.
Safely would rest humanity.

If I was the Prince of Pledge,
I’ll labour hard to not forget –
No gluttony. No greed.
This world would know of giving.

If I was the Prince of Pride,
please pray this universe me guide –
‘Cause of all God’s Wonders here unfold;
my soul be that of Prince.

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The Man By the Peppercorn Tree

There lived a man by the Peppercorn Tree.
Upon a night he called on me.
So I asked the Abbajah for his help.
This would my first, here, mission be.
This youngest child, just up from knee.
On a starlit night, in Autumn’s height,
I met the Man by the Peppercorn Tree.

“Please, pray for me,” his first words said.
This dream, this form, this man long dead.
So I asked the Abbajah for his help.
This youngest child, just up from knee,
put aside all reverie.
He spoke with the Man by the Peppercorn Tree.
“Is this the reason, why you were calling me?”

It’s so he learned of this story told,
about this life that to death was sold.
So I asked the Abbajah for his help.
I prayed for the Man by the Peppercorn Tree.
This youngest child, just up from knee,
had seen beyond what eyes could see.
On this starlit night, in Autumn’s height.

His name was Links, this poor young man.
He came from some discarded clan.
And in those days, I shared his tears,
he asked that these here words do strive
to tell the story of his life.
That Man I met by the Peppercorn Tree.
This tale the Abbajah shared with me.

Outside the graveyard, all forlorn.
Lay the bones of a young, who ‘fore dawn
had decided to end his own life.
I pray that Jesus Blood does free,
all the souls that in captivity be.
There lived a man by the Peppercorn Tree.
Upon a night he called on me.