Thursday, February 21, 2013

I give birth to myself

I give birth to myself, so it seems.

I realised this as I mulled over which hole my skinny pipe should infiltrate.
Of course, its own intentions are flexible, as opposed to what my mind anticipates and lusts for.

My two hands clutch on it, hold it together and it behaves.
This way I find myself. And, this is how I know I give birth to myself.

I conserve resentment at the sight of discernment under my roof.
Yes, in the eyes of the enemy, I am capable of pulling punches with this broken wrist of mine.

I murmur hymns and silently recite celestial idioms; calling onto sincere influences.
Suddenly, I am entirely serene. That way, I realise I give birth to myself very often.

Surely, I give birth to myself.

Carrying an abbreviated burden, the world is still conspicuously beautiful in my eyes.
Bordering opinions toss attempts, this way. Yet, my pupils are fixed on the bigger picture.

I stretch both my lips, forcing them to part and interpret what the heart emits.
And then, the light seems to be all over the tunnel. This is how I know I give birth to myself.

I am convinced I give birth to myself because my etiquettes wear panties in sun-drenched climates.

Yep! I show my nipples in the rain, my pubes hang in washing lines, as my personality wanks in corridors.

But, my undies remain glued to my etiquettes. This is how I learn my water broke.
And, I understand that I continue to give birth to myself.

Happy read!

Thursday, February 7, 2013

Fragmented emotion

Unphotographable occurrences, significant utterances and attitude.
Offensive sighs, shifting of blame, middle fingers in action.
I am confused; what was meant to be is in pieces.
Just yesterday, sweetheart was an address.
Today, derogative titles are mine, yet I still hold close love.

Once upon a time, my heart knew only your bounds.
Of late, your hand clenches a scalpel.
The lips that once embraced mine speak ill of love.
Your eyes, at arm’s length, hoot undesirable fruits.

Incurable indifferences surface amid company.
Emotions have grown heavy; this has become us.
Your dream sees my end as I gather your soul from the bin.
Today, I see an animal; it approaches and it wails.
Just yesterday, you clogged lapdogs growling my way.

Of late, I dance on my own while you emulate a tired Gucci watch.

Happy read!

Wednesday, February 6, 2013

Daunting simple escapades

Less than a week ago, a woman held pride in being a mother to a petite, and incontestably, pretty young girl. Today, that woman draws a black veil over her naturally-haired cranium as she mourns a life that has escaped; not so much prematurely, but gutlessly.

Surely, the universe is better at bestowing indelicate ideas with imbalanced solutions. As a result, fledgling men and inexperienced women have come to disregard the affirmative capabilities that lie in their strengths.

Today, our minds teach our hands nothing, but to tie, properly, a rope around the neck.

Our view on life has changed; from that which maintained an upright perspective on all things but failure, to promptly appreciating the quick effect gorging pills have.

All of a sudden, the anguish instigated by a horny individual is enough to push someone’s Mexican-weaved sister over the edge. And, an unexpected slap, from the man whose sperm created the image one has become, holds the potential to lead a young boy to strive to kill himself.

We live in very challenging times.

Happy read!

Tuesday, February 5, 2013

Painful youth

Poor boy. He is now a man.

Thanks to a Xhosa tradition, his education and disparaged upbringing; he possesses the mother of all determinations. His personality launches him to the elite. And you wonder how he got to taste and love dry red wine.

He works. He loves his colleagues. He’s dubbed the best thing to ever happen to corporate communication, since the invention of corporate institutions.  His strength of mind directs him ahead; that is where he sees a ladder. Hence he holds close the intention to climb.

His work may have to speak for him, he is confident. The impertinence flowing from allies does not faze him, yet it clouds his footsteps.

Happy read!