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RuIned by you

I know i’ve pitched my tent where others fear to tread

‘Fearless and refreshing,’

You called it when you were trying to get with me

I don’t say what I don’t mean

Nor, regret most things I’ve done

Especially, you

I know that’s not you 

And being in my reality was harder on you than me

‘Brave,’ you called me

Evidently, I am much more than you

I suppose we’ll both find out if what we had stands up to the rest 

Knowing you better than you know yourself right now

I know the rest will not compare to us

When you realise this for yourself,

I hope you can take it

For I don’t think I can… but I’ll have more time to sedate myself to this truth than you

And i shudder that it hasn’t even hit you yet

Human Tides

Blood lettings in the distance drawing near,

Preceded by an almighty sandstorm;

Many flee in its wake,

Some wait it out,

Fewer still seek it out;

No matter who, no man chooses misery for him and his, if he can help it;

Desperate inhabitants of an oasis amidst a frightening, unending, sandstorm,

Risking all in pursuit of sanctuary,

While rulers far and wide fuel the winds of chaos this way and that,

Few will offer water to quench the searing thirst of the dispossessed,

Even in the lands of plenty,

For chaos is evidently cheaper to fuel than salvation is,

When the mother of democracy has birthed a generation of stillborn leaders,

Nurturing inaction, if not yet full indifference to this exodus;

We might as well be ruled by stone mannequins!

Lost at Sea

Myth is a mystic;

She washes her waves over me;

Freezing cold, I shake like a rattle snake in my dreams,

Only to wake to find, life is not a dream;

I cautiously stand on a half-submerged float, amidst an intemperate sea;

Uninterrupted, in every direction, as far as one can see save for sky and sea,

Empty pails in every available space to collect fresh water, from a threatened rain that has yet to descend;

Keeping my footing, I climb the make-shift mast and shape my body into a crucifix facing the sky,

You could almost mistake the sound of lapping water, for the applause an acrobat receives at performance’s end;

Dark clouds and faint wisps of light mingle and compete for supremacy and dominion overhead,

While despair and loss are twin cruel cherubs, tormenting my gnawing hunger ‘n’ thirst for sport,

I close my eyes at hearing the rumble of thunder, signalling an end to the drawn-out competition above,

‘Please, some water…’, a cherished plea… too precious to be spoken aloud,

Lest it give sucre to my tormentors, and leave my already-ravaged will defenceless against their onslaught!

An exhaustion-ridden smile escapes my lips despite my extremity, as the first droplets of rain splatter across my cheek;

A clap of thunder and a downpour at a tropical, frantic, pace-

Like evenly-paced applause turning by ear alone to a standing ovation in an instant,

A sea of a million water sprouts: like a storm of needles, striking a sea of translucent bubble wrap, bursting in unison, ad infinitum, in-near muted silence:

I open my mouth, dehydrated to parchment, to receive this precious gift to prolong this life a little longer than expected,

A fragile grace in this hostile landscape, perhaps not enough to find landfall or rescue,

And, I may find myself repeating this exhaustive dessolate battle in a few days yet again,

Whatever happens, this gives me hope and that is nearly as sweet as swallowing this fresh water to nourish my innards, for a day longer at least!