Indifference

Passing people
Looking anywhere but at each other
Avoiding soul contact
Busy with their phones, their absent taxis, their hectic schedule
Apathetic, indifferent
One face after another
Bodies melting into each other
Meaningless apologies tossed in the air
Hastening somewhere as if pretending to be needed
Unfortunately mortal
A child cries
Heads turn
The wails grow louder
Gorwn-up minds cannot conceive the disruption
AN embarrassed mother
The cries daring to interrupt monotony's pattern,
A twisted quilt of ignorance and nonchalance
Sewn with hate, by hate
Multicoloured flesh
Scorned for variety
Rejected and laughed at by wannabees past the line of youth
Swallowed by age
Faces faking notice of the anomaly
Indifference again
No thought given to the child's purpose
Dorwned in an ocean of deceptive ignorance
The child reduced to hopelessness
No one really understands the wheel that turns
Except perhaps the child
The sobs abate
Releif like a wave
Scrubbing away any reluctant interest, any unwanted concern
Returned to their hastening
Hope is there for them
Most choose to leave it alone
Most would rather not alter the pattern
Better to let be what has always been
Better to live like others than to live life to the fullest
There are few who do
Better to keep that number few
Change is for someone else, the world says
How much longer till we find someone else...

Kiss Me Gently

Kiss me gently,
Draw me close.
Look into my eyes,
And never let go.
Still my heart,
Calm my fear.
Show me you care 
And you hold me dear.
Secure me in,
Your angel wings.
Whisper to my ear
Of the sweetest things.
Make this moment
Last forever;
Let's begin anew,
Sharing together.
Tell me your thoughts,
Reveal your soul.
SHow me the things
That make you whole.
Tell me I'm more
Than a crush or a fling,
Tell me it's more
Than satisfaction I bring.
When my heart tells me
Your intentions are true,
Only then will I make myself 
One with you.
Kiss me gently,
Draw me close.
Look into my eyes,
Never let go.

Together

Together, standing side by side,
No matter black or white,
There is no need for one to hide,
We are all together in this fight.

For if racial peace was locked away,
It's friendship that's the key,
God made us all a special way,
And this you need to see.

Though guiding separate lives,
All together we make one,
Discrimination stabs like knives,
Slashing at most everyone.

For now, we live in hate,
But give it time, and you'll see,
That together we can create,
Racial peace and Harmony. 

Cowboy, Cowboy...

Cowboy, Cowboy,
	Ride on,
		Ride on,
Into the evening
Up until dawn.

Sister, Sister,
	Wake up,
		Wake up,
Wash all the laundry,
Go feed the pup.

Children, Children,
	Let’s go to school,
Papa is leaving,
	This time for good.

Baby, baby,
	Cry no more,
Mama’s not weeping,
	She’s mopping the floor.

Self-Esteem

I feel like a nothing,
A nobody,
A not;
When my friend brags about all that she's got.

She thinks she's the Queen--
The almighty Queen;
The "powerful, lovable" almighty Queen.
And I am nothing.

She thinks she's a star--
A bright shining star;
A "beautiful popular" bright shining star.
And I am nobody.

She thinks she's a genius--
A young female genius;
A "wise, cunning" young female genius.
And I am not.

She thinks she's the best,
Better than the rest.
And she thinks I'm a nothing,
A nobody,
A not...
...But I know better. :)

A Deserted Beach

At the beach--
The sun's delicate rays shone through the horizon;
A young girl stood at the edge of the emerald ocean.
A light breeze played through her hair;
Making it dance here and there.

At the beach--
The waves that slammed into the shore arose;
and sprayed a salt that tickled her nose.
The damo air tasted and smelled of brine;
And the lazy cry of a seagull claimed "All is fine."  

Swan Alone

You pass each day along the bank, 
Your feathers twining with the wind. 
Your beak is golden tinge of sun, 
And eyes as black as fresh-mined coal. 

Your sound can hardly be heard, 
Above my whispers of comfort. 
Both need slience and both wait, 
Agitation in the air disappears. 

So calm, so silent, 
Your ruffled feathers smoothen. 
You calm me, vice versa, 
As I leave, you turn. 

Goodbye; goodbye, 
My swan, you are now
Alone. 

Who

I'll tell you about people.
How you miss your father
The alcholic who is better
than the town
I live in.

Blink, but not many.

Be successful
Be better than your father.

Black is...

Like my dead father's soul
My grandmother's decaying body waiting for someone to rescue her.
The old woman wanting to do something more with her life.
The young boy's tongue cursing loudly at his sister.

The Dancers

In the recesses of fantasy the dancers sweep,
Swift and silent across the shifting stage.
Contorting their bodies into writhing forms,
Twirling to the rhythm of darkness.
Fulfilling the formless dreams of imagination,
Darting behind and out the velvet curtains of reality.
Slaves to the capacity of the human mind,
They toil while we dream and fantasize.
Living a nightmare we conjure in the night,
Pawns to the abyss of our reflections.
Mindless souls, they caper to our will,
Bending to our whims and perverted fantasies.
Flopping like limp rag dolls to the cold floor,
As we weave ominous scenes in our subconscious mind. 
Leaping and twirling to swelling crescendos,
As we dream of true love and everlasting happiness.
Our puppets, with which we toy with mercilessly,
Pulling and jerking on the thin strings.
Should one day the strings grow taut and snap,
Unable to bear the strain of our swirling emotions – 
We would have crossed the barrier into insanity,
In which there is no known reality.
Only the dancers, writhing and convulsing,
To the dark prophecies only the insane can think of.
The dancers, taking centre-stage, never given a rest,
Always twisting in the surreal and arbitrary world – 
Twisting in the realm of insanity.

The Girl Passing By My Window

She was the just the girl passing by,
She was just the everyday passer-by on the busy street.
But as she floated gracefully on an invisible cloud,
Past my clear glass window,
She represented the years of innocence gone by¡K
She was the epitome of childish beauty¡K
The little opportunities that I had missed,
And had flown by without giving me a second chance,
To make amends and to do things right,
Without hurting my loved ones around me.
She had her entire life in front of her ƒ{
A dizzying myriad of choices¡K
She had the chance to live her life right,
And she had the chance to make something out of it.
Her long, silky black hair bouncing at the small of her back,
She smiled in the carefree joy that comes with childhood.
Blinking her large brown eyes that were clear,
Hiding nothing, and with nothing to hide.
As she walked on to the rest of her life,
She glanced at me in a moment of curiosity¡K
The pathetic stranger looking after her forlornly¡K
And she gave me a little nod and a dazzling smile,
And she was gone, and with her presence,
Went my wistful dreams and longings,
Like a misty vapour that drifted away softly.
I could afford nothing but a little smile¡K
While I was shrivelling away like a dead leaf,
And blowing away in a violent gust of wind,
With no one to pine after me longingly¡K
Then she was gone, and my spirit was gone as well.

To the Homophobic

Until you're there you will never know
the silent lonely nights and the beggings to conform
while somewhere a preacher rips off your head
in the name of god. god the almighty.

How flattering. you took the time
to slam us and invent names
for us, lets see
today shall I be 
cocksucker, faggot, or sodomite?
or perhaps I'll take little sneer
when I walk in arm with my boyfriend
down the streets?

you
keep us alone. keep us silent.
in solitary self confinement
we'll burn in our lusts over naked hunks or sluts
oozing out of pornorgraphy.
keep us alone. keep us apart.
put us 'straight' 
like you are.

and you don't forget to hate us. Remind
your children also to stone us. Fill them with your
black Disgust. Disgust for the Love that darest not
speak its name now. Sneer. Burn
our books and music, faithful Nazis. Hide the truth
so we smoulder in guilt. Snigger. Kill
Sappho and Oscar Wilde. Laugh,
aren't we queer? Damn us
in gods name, icing

for your own unknown loathing.

You don't know.