The Young Wrinkled Silver

Squeakity, squeak, the sound of unlubricated rubber. The joint never stops screaming. Over ramps, no ramps, bumps, actually smooth ones.

My patience has gone insane. Embarrasment awakens loud sub-woofers thumping Evanesance at to-to-roooooooooooo-toooooooo.

I finally decided to disrespect the doctors and jack her up myself.

First the left one. I carefully turn the jill clockwise as she rose at an angle. I mixed some concussion of raw linseed oil, methalated and spirited an orgy.

The brush dipped and dripped as i mona-lisaed her to perfection. Her colour turned rich in lubrication as she absorbed the thirst. The washer bounced her to test and she was silent.

I succeeded. Iam her new GP.

R1,00

I stare and cannot control the food for my eyes. They truly turn my maximum on full throttle. They have so much appeal, the class, the twist...

Am I allowed to intervene and network for ulterior motives. I spy for numbers. It turns me on. I need it, I need them.

I need only R1,00 for now...

The Orchid

Could there be beauty beyond. The natural delicate, the ultimate perfection. I gaze and wonder...

You sexy shape, I desire you. My taste buds start to melt and i long for justice. Could I hide you away? Will you be forever preserved?

Maybe I'll call a taxidermist.

I will prize you on my butcher and call you Dihcro.

Tell Me A Story

I asked her for a title, but smarty pants frilly girl said "what?". She giggled like the choking of water pumping out from her intestines and regurgitating for more joy.

I look at her and smile. I wonder what's contained in her mind. Playfullness, she's always like the silence and now all of a sudden she's like the scratching of rats nails in the ceiling. Her tools continue to programme my disintergration of time. She moves like an unbalanced packet of water in a F1 car.

Let me stop now! I think I'm being nasty...I wonder is this going to be a disingenous outlook.
Is she out there for my subjugation or is she just ubiquitous and arcane.

So should i start telling a story...

Malnutrition of the Soul 

The Globe

I stare at the bright. It blinds my eyes. The heat penetrates my pores, but I enjoy the burn. Oh how you glow so beautiful, oh bright one.

I close my eyes and still see the bright. I move away as the burn intensifies and feel the attraction to touch the bright. I am so attracted to this force.

The bright calls my hand like a magnet and I wonder is there a moth inside my hand.

Hands Full Of Sand

I look around and see the artificial inseminations in the earth. Imagine the pain, the bleeding, the suffering, the fire burning inside. The ultimate manifestation of hatred.

I hold her crust in my palms and feel her texture. The coarseness of life, the rooting of the heart that bears. I hold her crust im my hands and I say, "I give you life".

I slit my wrists to quench the earth's thirst. Her colour changes from sterile to rich in gold.

I feel the pain, I feel her pain, we control our pain and undergo self mortification.

Is it the earth's turn to prove loyalty to God, to undergo mind control and spirituality.

To be pure, to be honest, to give life.

The sand drops from my hands slowly, forming a message on the ground. The message reads "Hands Full Of Sand".

The Transparent Leader

I am the king, I am the dictator, I am the tiger. I will lead my people to sustainability and respect. I see through them what they cannot envisage...

Me, am I the chosen one or have I chosen myself? I believe, I pray, I see the light.

Who am I to abuse, who am I to decide, but who will take ownership? Who will be the king?

Are they just followers to stir controversy, are they empty vessels to make noise, I'm sure there must be a reason for these creatures. Maybe to just scavenge around for opportunity, they are like leeches sucking my blood and I feel like just squashing them with my hands and feeling the wetness of there ego and substance erode into emptiness.

I am the king. I am the transparent leader.

My Moon Jewela

Just thinking about her again. Yeah. You know who? Wink.

Just thinking about her again, another second of the day, another thought of only her. Yip, that's scarey, I mean really scarey. I suppose this is what is termed as " love"or "death trap to eternity".

Just thinking about her again, brings comfort to me. I smile as I think of her, all full of love and personality that's got a kind of softness about it. I can't explain it, I can only feel the emotion.

Just thinking about her again, her beauty, the softness of her skin, her movements, the smell of her hair, the look in her eyes, the style she exploits and the capture she has over me.

Just thinking about her again, I wonder how will life be with her, our lives together, our veins flowing into each other, the bearing of a child. What will life be? A male, a female. A lookalike, I wonder.

Just thinking again, I'm ready for committment, I can't wait any longer. I need her. I want her.

She has taken my soul..

The Me That Nobody Notices*

I stare into the silver with closed eyes but still see the person in me. Eye to eye, I stare. My breath clouds the silver and disappears like waves on the shore. I still stare. I focus face to face with the person staring at me. Who are you? Do I know You?What do you want from me? Why are you looking at me?

I examine every bump, every curve, every scar, dent,crease, follicle at it. Eye to eye we transcend into dillusional capture. Our eyes become one and we masmerise into dimentia expressing forces within the energy around.

I open my eyes and I am all alone again...the me that nobody notices...

I Closed My Eyes & The Mother Opened It

I ignited, the motor lubricated, the eyebrows blinked at full throttle, the pupils glowed and I set her in first, handbrake down and pushed the juice. The other carriers dozed off, seemed to show that they care but actually their vision closed up on them.

I was all alone. The smell of the earth and the weeping of the sky causing misty views and distortions in front of me. I saw things moving, luminescent eyes obstructing my vision. The pressure, another 2 hours to my nest and my spirit had to rest. The concusions started, the drop of the chin at regular intervals. I breathed frantically, changed my posture, said my mantras and enthusiastically pumped the energy.

All of a sudden I saw black, my mind was at total ease. Rest at last after hours of under paid torment. My body destressed as I curled up t o comfort in the embryonical position. The dream began ...I was driving along this beautiful highway...when suddenly I realised I am driving in reality. I opened my aura as a shiney vision flew past me. The middle lane was free, I was pumping at 160km........the mother saved me!

My Temples Want To Burst

I couldn't take the pressure anymore...click after click after click. I switched to automatic focus but it was to dark in some areas for the sensor to judge the light. Droplets of pure frustration manifested from my forehead and created rivers blurring my vision. The echoeing and noise of the newly attracted hearts complaining of the lights caused nausiating rumbles in my stomach. At last it was over. I dismentled my capture and gasped for air only to smell the stench of atchar all around. The ants had smashed a ceramic bubble in panic.

The masala tongue started grinding her teeth. I will see you at the house. It was 12:00 pm already and I know I had to locomotion 20mins to her domain to paint a still life of a tear. For gods sake, she never wanted to cry, he had a new clk.