A ligkaribe Poem - Forbiden part three

Forbidden part three
So this is our story
It is the non story
Of our love
That never was

Somehow
I cannot let it go, forever there with me
sitting by my side next to me
like clinging child that wants my undivided attention
reminding me always
that I should never forget
Cannot forget my obligations to that which I created
my duties to that which is of me and from me
my chores in relation to that which depends on me
is helpless without me
Is needing me for its every breath
even then, when I turned away
I found I could not shut my mind
I could not turn of the cinema in my hallucinations
Nor somehow find my way out of this mirage
Forever lost and wandering here
In this endless delirium
Of believing in the prophecy of our phantasm love
I could not erase that which was a part of me
Deeply etched in my smoky brown skin
Like tattoo lines that speak
of deep understanding of ancient wisdom
But only to find that wisdom is only an illusion
For with us and this doomed love
there is only confusion.
Illusive to me as water through my clenched fist
There never was a straight line
Only sometimes dashes in the sand
swept away by the gentlest of breezes
and so I am alone walking
seeking to follow the path that leads
finally to your doorstep.
I can only beg
please come to me
I need you

A ligkaribe Poem - Forbiden part two

Forbidden two
I never had a choice nor stood a chance
You never asked
All you did was take
It was all about took
And claim
And force
These words you breathed to me
Woven within every sound

Bathed in the sweat of your hate,
love, wants, needs, passions
I don’t know anymore what it is, is it love
Or any kind of feeling at all
Or is there emptiness only, shell like
Covering of bleak existence
Cloaking me in desolateness huh

I knew you were there before I saw you
I heard you speak to me
Of promises & eternal togetherness
Of loves deepest longings
Of wants and desires, left unfulfilled,
seeking only completion and utter release
in the completeness of our unification
A coming together of two deep desires
A culmination of erupted passion
Draped in your divine tenderness
Tender feelings and no more alone

Seductive whispers
seeking to convince me of your nearness
Your closeness, and the endless possibilities
that are within your deep arms embrace
The dreams hidden behind your hot tasty kisses
liquefying my thoughts and emotions
The fulfillment behind your closed eyes
my closed eyes
Together our eyes closed in the darkness
unwilling to see
Dialogue of a world not of this world
A world of our own making
For just us two
Only us two in rhythmic symphony
And harmonious flow

Deaf to your words deaf to your speak
For I have not the abilities to let myself go
in your arms
blind to the truth glaring in your eyes
I feel your warm embrace and your loving arms
But I deny it even to myself as only delusions
born only of my deepest longings
and so this is how you took
when I turned away and thought it was all over
when you had said goodbye but don’t forget me
when you had said goodbye and I had turned away in sorrow
this is how you came and took

then I did not know if I could ever again
be without the feeling of you inside me?

What can I say then?
Is it me
Or is it you
Am I to blame
Or are you
Is there fault any
Or only the fulfillment of this
strange cruelty that is world
I find I do not have the answers
And so I shall rest
I shall let it be just here
Just now
Just so

A ligkaribe Poem - Tear drops

a wierd poem, it was inspired by an email sent to me on how you know if you are stressed. i tried to potray the idea of how modern stress can make you go nuts,

Tear drops
Cool water on my skin
change in the air
Cold wet raindrops
Ceaseless down pour of wetness
Droplets of water trickling
into my black leather shoes
Wet socks and spotted glasses
Caught unawares
under the cold cement bridge
Hiding in the damp cold
Smell of wet concrete
Sight of wet puddles by the roadside
Sound of ceaseless traffic
In the dull gray atmosphere
Dim headlights struggling to come through
Hiding under my wet newspaper
and peering at the oncoming headlights
I begin to walk

I wonder to myself if I should be complaining of the rain at all
Because of late its seems to me the sun has been rather too loud
Concentrating hard for a glimpse of the individual molecules
of air vibrating before my eyes
I hear them always nowadays the sound of mimes
calling me can’t seem to get away
Time was I could walk along the road
without a care in the world
Nowadays it seems as though the whole world
is screaming at me all at once
I imagine myself leaving this place flying away
If I think hard, enough I’m sure I could fly

I walk on knowing only that it is a result of my newfound wisdom,
as of late I have begun to have more clarity
Everything is clearer too me now
Only I can’t seem to communicate this with the rest of the world
It seems sometimes just as I am struggling to put my new found
Great revelations concerning life, love, the universe
and everything else into words
They slip from my grasp and the glow fades
away leaving only confusion in its wake
like when I told the drive through attendant I wanted
My order to go, she looked as though
I had asked her a calculus equation

Searching in my deep trench coat pocket,
another anti acid tablet, I move on what a wonderful
feeling how energizing and invigorating
to be able to skip without a rope
I walk on in the rain wallowing in the experience of my runners high?
I can’t help as I wonder along but admire the aesthetic beauty
of the street signs around me
The artistry of road markings are especially captivating

Why is there so much noise and hooting, people are crazy nowadays
Some lady shouting and waving her hands out the window
She seems to be speaking to me in binary code
All this craziness, not for me however,
Me and reality filed for divorce and there is no greater bliss
Than to see al these fools driving around in the rain

As I move on I get the sense that the street poles are giving
Me the cold shoulder no amount of whining seems to help
These channelers won’t leave me alone
They follow me wherever I go I can’t get them
to stop following me
Crazy people – these fans?

The way I see it everyone is as deaf as the se street poles
But they say I keep saying the same thing twice without realizing it
Better cross the road
Shaking hands through damp hair, steady drip of water from my chin
The other day David Lynch came up to me
he asked hey can I film you
He said he wanted to know more about my teddy bear friends
And how they keep bullying me for milk and cookies
My heart is racing it feels as though is at 7/8 time

Of late, I’ve been wondering if brewing
Really is a necessary step in drinking coffee or if
I can set up an i.v. drip of espresso
I guess it must be because I’m feeling harassed
The other day David Lynch came up to me
he asked hey can I film you
He said he wanted to know more about my teddy bear friends
And how they keep bullying me for milk and cookies

I’m trying to discuss the methodology of setting up the i.v.
but I can’t seem to agree with myself on this one,
an argument ensues, the twang of defeat
I will not to talk to myself for the rest of my trip
Is that my graet great grandfather telling me I need a rest
How weird, thought she was dead
I ponder this as I stand under the concrete bridge hang on
Why am I still under the bridge
Flashing lights and blue cloth
Are you alright sir?
Are you okay Mr. President?
I have an irresistible urge to bite his nose off
Is it the stress or is there method to my madness.

A ligkaribe Love Poem; Days End

Days end
At the end of another long laborious day
and a long awaited meal of groundnuts,
samp and beans
joy of communion and simple things
roasted nuts eaten by the fireside
sharp noise of peanuts being shelled,
dark silhouettes of bodies by the firelight
illuminated in orange glow. crackling of logs,
soothing smell of wood burning, a promise of life
A hum of voices, in contended conversation
of today’s doings and tomorrows hopes
and all manner of trivial things.

A ligkaribe Poem - Ancestral ceremony

I have fond memories of attending these ceremonies, its one of the things i miss about being at home in ,Mawaza village, Zimbabwe. Mawaza is a remote village - the nearest telephone & electricity was 20km away, the primary school was about five km's there was no secondary school. it was in another village about 30kms out, whenever we set out to church every sunday morning we would look at those blue mountains in the distance and know that we were headed beyond the mountains. There was no tap water we walked 5min to the borehole, and there was one general dealer at the busstop. because we were remote busses used to pass by our viallge at night, they were very few and you had to be at the busstop at three in the morning in case you missed it. it was a carefree existnce really, vey original village life. i'm happy to have had the experience.

Ancestral ceremony
Arising from dusty floor of the mud hut
To the beat of drums
Calling in the distance
Throwing away the warm covers
And stepping from the warm cowhide bed
Towards the beckoning, drum beats
Loud and melodious in the silence of august night

Follow the drums, everyone is welcome here
Welcome to the dance, the moonlight dance
Sing and clap,
Take of your shoes, no dagga in your pockets
Lest you anger the ancestors
The ceaseless strong beat
The old woman dancing,
The young women singing and clapping
The renewal of blood bonds
The signing of a covenant
The ancestors are jealous people
They must be appeased tonight
Thank them for another year
Praise them for another harvest
Everyone is welcome here
Everyone can chase away their bad luck

A ligkaribe Poem - After the Rains

A rembrance of old times, and days of carefreeness.

After the rains

When the rains had come and gone
We went down to the river
Cool shade under tall trees
Smell of damp leaves
Lying on the riverbed
Hiding from the hot midday sun
Digging on the river bed
Removing the river sand
Brown water dirty and muddy
The treasure herein hidden
And beneath that
Ohh the taste of eternal sweetness
The taste of rainwaterClean, clear and pure