A CHILLER MOSAIC

so i am back in botswana. it is fun and dandy sometimes, and sometimes i am lost. i find myself gravitating towards expatriates and not being able to hang with the batswana themselves. my friends are zambian, zambian, english and indian. why is that? chillers, help.

Stay knocked down
limp, after contortment
and envelope the tomorrow

in your throbbing thighs,
in the yearning of their lips
that salivate day long, waiting

to be sought once more.

CORTEX FRONTAL

you came in and knocked me on my face -
i never thought i'd fall for you like this.

you came around and you knocked me down.

***
sometimes love comes around and it knocks you down -
just get back up
when it knocks you down.

if you know me at all, you know that my hero passed away last week. the man whom i always looked to in order to learn what art was about, and how to give audiences more than they expect - nothing held back. 

dear michael,

i love you. i am going to Neverland on tuesday to remember you with other fans. my art will speak your name and your lessons will show in it. my first facebook picture which i had on for months was one of you moonwalking because you are the force i wanted to associate my art with. i will forever strive.

Evolution

You're mesmirized by their stength
You know that to stay close you have to be better
You have to evolve to make sure their desire stays
Lest as your strength rises as was demanded
You're punished.
You're rising too high - they say
You feel your heightened power - they can see it
You know nothing - they say
You'll never evolve enough to pass me by - they say
You'll leave once you've sucked the power away from me
You'll find another to mould as I have taught you
You're worthless, remember that
No matter what you do you'll never better yourself enough
Never enough to keep me happy...

So what am I to think?
Of Evolution?
Of your Trust?
Your Love?
Evolution...
Manipulation and games..
I never do enough yet I've done too much

and i can feel and explosion coming

your look of disdain says it all

MEDICINAL

i need your therapy i 

need you to come,

and lay hands on me. 

i need for me to close 

my eyes ease my mind 

and let you

work your psychology.

STOP SIGN

my tears were not bitter but sweet, you said,
and that is why you always tried to make me cry
during hot and sweaty sex.

four years - because my tears are sweet. i loved it.

but after the great sex of last week in New York i say
this has to stop because sharing has to
give way to exclusiveness -
you will still be my friend, my best one.