IT IS INSANE
It’s insane the way things go
and it does not matter
if it’s not getting any better
I had you by my side
it was a wild ride
yet you were brain food too
I twisted your arm and you died
If I said I loved you I would have lied
Forgive me the things I felt towards you
the hormones were to blame
and I went insane
Consumed by time
bitterness is like old wine
turned into vinegar
The young wine is nectar from hot rods
that see the light for the first time
they want to grow in strength
but not in wisdom
SEEKING ASYLUM
I am going mad
Maybe
I am mad
or a fool
or self deluding?
I am mad
I could take
a gun and kill
the bastard
Who?
The bastard
I could,
him,
him and me
There must be a better way
a simpler way
there is always a solution
for every problem,
one said so:
“I like to think there is a solution for every problem.”
How?
Is it true that if IT
does not kill you
IT makes you stronger?
How?
I am mad
and mad for
getting mad
I am cross
I am fuming
and
hit my head against
the wall
There is always a wall,
the invisible wall,
built for me
by the others
and the one I built
around myself
Peace be upon you
said the prophet
yet it brings violence
and people kill
for those they deem
PROPHETS
What if I kill the prophet
What if he kills me first?
What if
his followers
kill me
for him?
I am mad beyond words
for this world?
Am I?
GINGER B(ED)DING
Ginger headed
for each finger
a chick
singing
but no he is not
a prick
red flaming passion
razor-sharp rap
for he got the knack
of it
screeching
screaming
females
fans
paranoid
jealous
envious
males;
fans
up to a point
holding their
girlfriends
in a tighter grip
Pop star’s ego
equals
their vertigo
on the ladder
of popularity
signatures
sales
stardom
embrace it
the sky is the limit
but the fall so much the deeper
We are all made of
stardust
All shooting stars
one day
end up as stardust
TEARS FROM AFAR
I cry the tears of my heart
having repressed the pain
I need cuddles
sigh
words of sweetness
I die of grief
Where from come
these streams
of tears,
saline and dear?
I am adding some more.
Why so many questions
and no answers?
I added yet some more;
they get to me from the bottom
of my guts.
Mother how has life treated
you?
When will your journey of suffering end?
Have you not seen it all before?
We are missing each other
Separated by time and space
But I can hear you
strong as an earthquake
we are missing each other
but we are connected
like Siamese twins
good night, mum