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THE STEREO KNEW ALL ALONG The plan was simple Pin point with a compass twice And draw the inner circle So I sit like a cassette in a radio In the cassette deck drowning in our song Memories are making a melody It’s sad you were never in the studio The throng knew all along We had no fan of their glory Sometimes I wonder why pain Breeds the best poetry Intuition seems boring Doesn’t matter where I am going As long as the ride is thrilling This roller coaster is not stopping Till friction stops where it’s burning The hottest But it seems tears never vaporize Because the stereo knew all along That our story will be a sad song The imagery is beyond The nights of IMAX Dolby Digital, pretense is our Oscars The golden organ is our Grammy The sweetest love song Brewed by bitterest experience I would sell this motion picture To stick to the bigger picture

I am the man who damned your heart the curse under your breathe the hating that you love so deeply the regret you innately cherish I am the tattoo on your skin, an eternal insignia a quiet desire that you refute to rouse i am the pain that causes you pleasure the vulture that gathered dead prey I am the sermon that you preach to the bevvy the communion you prepare him for and when you tell him, 'lets eat' our bodies are temples... he is too infatuated to discern That you are, The indefinite hunger that torments the awakening loathing that rouse a monster the vows of pain that only your pillow knows Yet my light rekindles our memories still live to be; a flame that consumes you the feeling of folly that defeat your wisdom I am the seduction in the night i am the occurrence that took your time i am your favorite song your silent hymn amidst noises of the world the denial that reminds you that love is weakness I am t...

While you in a smoky scene light a fire that crackles with passion I am inflamed and invoked at recesses of sanity from our collection  you retrieve our  favorite song and our souls sing of chimes that dream and live As you titillate with scintillating movements clumsily strutting and vowing in incoherent speech drunk in love i can't wait to sate my passion with wine to settle down my nerves that rejoice sensitivity hoping a fulfillment  that eludes my patience You fall from heaven like an angel awaiting to fall on my belly of earth to grow a tree on the veld to fruit a joy as we pluck to relish a fountain in the desert Write me a song that my soul lilts to you make me feel the lea of freedom at the pinnacle of restraint the hardness swoons for softness rudeness for meekness and rough for smoothness Let our world quake in seismic resonance let the frequencies of the universe join us in unison as heaven descends we chorus a song like no other ...

It feels like guilt of an adulterer who hurts his wife every time I court your soul you feel empty; belonging elsewhere, your eyes into the distance as if looking at a god of love who brings you erotic flames that you think I am too cold to smolder As if I am a facade, unknown to you you want to caress my being that you think is wax melt it with your mild hotness in your valley where i would flow as a seasonal river leaving me thirsting, rigid, swooning for love's softness In the night, the angels sigh waiting for our rebirth so they could rejoice our perception that suffers your mist, roaming with uncertainty cries tormented by your darkly smudges on our robe of purity your marriage to the unceremonious lowly beings leaves our temple deadened by loss of virginity Our love that arts on glass is now vulnerable unseen forces seek to shatter it so whence i look at your face..an image of a rippling mirror hidden frowns beneath flawless masquerade The walls of yo...

A fool I am to guitar a tune to the deaf hopeful to make them dance to the rhythm A fool I am to touch the unfeeling to rouse in them desire desire to fire them A fool I am to tickle the mirthless in the hope of hearing their laughter to make them happy A fool I am to sweeten the sour to sweeten their sour countenance to get them close A fool I am to be mistreated and laugh to laugh and be mistreated to adapt A fool I am to love stones unresponsive and still and continue so The tether that ties weaken and i will run freely, in the lea of freedom a fool I will no longer be

This time look keenly...feel but deeply  the sea wrinkles of sweeps of wind on its surface are just but the mask hiding the calm waters below when the gospels talk of the unfaithful disciple the fearful and conscious human who denied and walked a two steps on water whilst the third sunk denied his teacher, chopped ears for him and cried when he felt how much he loved his master look keenly Look keenly at the faces you utter words of disgrace to see the glimpses of pain you inflict when you quieten when you fail to say 'i love you, thank you and i adore you' when you wear the shroud of pride like a corpse proud to die and to be banished by the warmth you deem inadequate wait till the breeze whistles in the night whist you re alone the tunes of dirges will scare peace out of you when the owl hoots you will wake a loser, dead yet to live again to leave time you had Feel deeply the nuance of deception you cheat on the lies you paint on your mirror to beautify...

THE LIES NEVER KNOWN Truly it was ever true in different ways when i saw the sin blindness cast as beauty beauty that eyes fell for and minds feared like Armageddon oh God, if i ever saw the devil..how beautiful are you? for when i look at a mantis, stick insect, i forget the branches branches of the same tree and rib that Eve never forgot i am what i am by whom you think i am, yet i am not I was born by culture yet conceived by freedom i was given a love i did not need in ways they prescribed evil of the portrait deceived the artist and colours hued but the apology of repentance was not heeded by the priest arrogance was the god chained by ignorance's gist and they tell me lies to swoon for their romance soon i will be desirable but by fate's chance Why will we mourn for a dead soul? a rotting log is a feast for the community of fungi and bacteria how selfish it is to take it away as your own when you swim as if the ocean is yours remember the water rages,...