Night-Walker

I want to melody this tune

That blumes in my soul

That weaves the waves

That eavesdrop

On my secret conversations

With you and my heart

Oh gosh I gush in a rush

With smooth invites

That stencil

Orgasmic pictures

Of you

Flirting with my mind

Picture you, picture me

The juice that the jazz

You spew when you…

Speak my name

Tweaks my spirits

Into delicious shards

Of happiness

Nightwalker

Let’s ride the night’s tide

On a silver galactic trek

To the stars

On an on

You are my

Elisabeth Bond

Double o’ six plus one

Nix mapha

You are mine

Ntsayizi-yami

so I took a shit

So I,
Sat down
In that public toilet
In our public library
My favourite one
That one towards the left
Second from the left, in fact
With no scribbles,
No call this number
If you want to get laid
Just a pleasant light
Shining from the day outside

So I,
Took a shit and wondered,
A soft satisfying one indeed;
In America neh,
Has there ever been I mean ever been?
An acquittal In a case Of a Black Police Officer Killing a young white kid?
Just cause the fingers Hit a skid by mistake, that is.
'm just asking?
Nje!

Just playing around

it must the litmus, the make
cake the bake,
the hake the rake,
AND TAKE
THE PASTE
AHA...

We start it with…
One.
Two..
Three…!
…
Keke dzoong
 kaka kah
Keke dzoooong,
Kakah
Bapa dzooong
Kakah
Zaga Zooong
Zagah!
Bapa dzooong
Sabyloooooon!
Zaga Zooong!
Flabbba
BOEING!
Ba, ba ,pha,
BANG
Booieng, BOEING!
ZagaH…
ZagaAH
ZAGAAAAH!
ZOEEING:
Its like!
Then you!
 move to i!
Like how?
this is,
 the question?

Psychedelic…
Isn't it?
THIS
IS
NOT  A
SONG>>>>>>H!
Dzwing dzwing!
Zagabah!
Tzwing, Tzwing!

Whats that?

Fzwing, dzwing!
Zakahzakah!
Tswing, tswing!
I think
the essence
Is that…
You do it again
And then you Will hear
Tswing, tswing!
THE END
SOMBLIEF!!!

Keep being untitled, I like it

I come here to snatch a glimpse of you

Free flowing dreadlocks

For erratic jumping seconds

Each time, in those liquid moments,

You remember my name;

Your eyes’ red rivaling something here in me

You light my freedoms and station them right there like wine

Thornton, Banbury, Westdene Dam, Spar

I make it there,

To be in your space in a flurried hurry

Pray for me, you are my religion, don’t worry

All I know is…

Your name starts with a K

Bummer,

Last night you were not there.

Red October Tortoise

The undertones of this monologue

The serendipity of this serene feeling

The tranquility of your peace

The scintillating freedom you give

Gives hope to my hope and,

Births dreams in my dreams

Riverlea International

One day with midnight prayers

And candle sticks we will march forward

With our chests pumped high

We will not sigh but sing different songs

With our eyes,

Take my hand

I would like to be…

With you.

In my being in yours when you cry

My frail heart lies with your wail

Crinkled in the veins and weathered

Butternut,

I’ll join you,

In your sorrow

I would like to be…

With you.

One day when you look back

At the crossroads we crossed

The ravines, rivers and rivulets,

We swam across

We will realise that

Our boat,

Was always there,

Waiting.

Let me remind you

I would like to be…

With you

My sand dunes in Danube smiling

I sit twiddling my thumbs with my hope perhaps dwindling

I sit with my mind winding around the whining I’ve had whirling in my inner ears

For years have gone and so tempting it is to say that the tears followed suit

It is so tempting to say I have never found anyone like you

Pens, papers, keyboards, and… and whatever else I am thinking of defy me my love

Every possible hole in my time is filled by thoughts of you

That sounds awkward, wayward and deceptive but like a captive clichéd award

I want to share all of me all at once and all in parts with you

Let us not be apart, that is where the words in my heart choose to depart

With the art that beautifies the pretty purity in your eyes every time you blush.

just by chance

I want the sun-dance

And chance to chant

Wherever we are

That the valleys in the skies

Are our heavens of happiness

Smile today, my gay Friday

Till we meet again

Princess, on any given Sunday

Nam Myōhō Renge Kyō