One Month Older

One Month Older Than You Were                                                                                                                                                                       This year, I shall finally pass you in time.                                                                                                                                                         Yet, time only let’s us remember your memory.                                                                                                                                             The memory of you and I in life,                                                                                                                                                                 When all you breathe now are star-strewn tides.

Wishing still, upon those stars,                                                                                                                                                                       that you In mystic clouds shall transpire,                                                                                                                                                         To divulge unto me the secrets of you                                                                                                                                                               For I never could see beyond those eyes.                                                                                                                                                       Those vessels of pain, rejected, regret,                                                                                                                                                           Yet life bloomed beneath their veil.                                                                                                                                                                    I felt that deep feeling to give,                                                                                                                                                                            but never did say,                                                                                                                                                                                               “Je t’aime” to you.

And now, when our time is done and spent,                                                                                                                                                      I feel the despair of loss and emptiness.                                                                                                                                                   Death leaves us no redemption                                                                                                                                                                       To say those words we meant.                                                                                                                                                                             And, as we could not utter love in life,                                                                                                                                                               Maybe someday in death we shall.

by Charmaine de Lange

GREY

Left or right? forward or back?

Certainty in great amounts I lack.

Walking endlessly with nowhere to go,

maybe in time a purpose will show. 

What? Where? When? How?

I can't make any sense of this now.

No change erases the sorry past,

how long will this wistful feeling last?

Tasteless,Odourless, Expressionless, Emotionless,

A blissful life? I don't have access.

No ultimate meaning, existential disarray.

No vitality, everything is grey.

by Sheriff Ogundare

There Is A Place

There is a place I keep.

Only I have the rusty keys

that clatter in silence, heavily.

In this forsaken space there is a prisoner who begs.

He cannot dream but sleeps quietly.

There is a place I keep.

Only you know how to break in

releasing the prisoner, without the keys.

An impossible task?

For you I hope

it is done with ease.

by Ryohei Yamaguchi

RED

Fury trumps all of the sense,

Killer instinct is all that remains.

Crimson the colour of hatred,

blood the liquid form of pain.

A release is needed,

that modern times do not allow.

The Surface of the sun,

has no compassion or sensitivity .

How your viewpoint spins,

negativity brings pleasure now.

Forego the pleasantry ,

embrace the enmity.

by Sheriff Ogundare

The Box

The box, at first glance is nothing – for you to see -

only I can see it.

The box is invisible

but you can unknowingly play with it

touch it, throw it, sit on it.

Some sense it with disinterest.

Some may be interested and drawn to it.

Some then go on to spend more time with the box.

For those that choose to spend their time with it,

gradually see the outlines,

The box is eventually opened,

to discover something words cannot describe.

by Ryohei Yamaguchi

Passion’s Birth

Brush your lips against mine;

As souls flutter against one another sparks ignite,

And starlight makes moons combust and explode.

Here lies the secret in which

Time loses gravity, making oceans fall through space.

Breath on breath, and skin to skin,

Merely ripples of aether brushing to kiss:

So are you to me, and I to you;

The euphoric taste of love on lips.

Enter here, into me

Save passing time from itself:

For clocks cannot chime in worlds blazing with affect.

 Breach the barricade

As embraces lead to liberty;

An endless expanse of love

Entwined with purity.

Watch these battling stars rise -

Before suns burnish them from sky.

Watch these smouldering embers glow – grow,

And die, in the never ending dusts of time...

by Charmaine de Lange

Freedom Pheonix

Binded by the vine of life

Invisible hands grip your neck.

Near impossible to escape this strife

Desperation pins your face to the deck.

Hurrying amongst the masses rushing nowhere

Omnipotent forces battling your will.

Losing constantly with no joy to spare

Don't try anything new it isn't your skill.

Something within you yearns for peace

Together your head and heart battle.

Onwards to work just praying for release

Passing all personal desires to join the 9-5 cattle.

But there's still time you can make it

Only you decide the path you walk.

Remember the grey matter is a bottomless pit

No longer a useless existence will stalk.

by Sheriff Ogundare

There Is No I

There is no I.

‘Tis only the sun, the stars and the sky.

For in this waking dream we sleep,

But slumber we not in life.

We breathe the golden rivulets of radiance from the sky

While we seek to find nothing but the peace of falling rain.

Drenched, in the nothingness of time -

Completed, by the chimes of the wind,

The breaking waves,

The molten sun:

Yes, they all sway so beautifully,

Until we end.

by Charmaine de Lange

Something In Light

Hued elegance against the darkness of the form:
With hand outstretched against the sun.
Vague, formless shapes in distant spaces extending beyond the grasp;
Aimless reaching that touches atomless dust.

There is something in light:
It is the infinity of life in the gaps between fingers;
Vitality filtering through space between eye and outer-world.
The infinite recesses of the universe find your soul in that pulse,
That blink, and smile back misty gleams of tears formed in solitude.

In such moments of time
Wildly searching to find the elixir of life
You’ll often find the self
Dancing among pale spectres of trees:
Forests of dark moss and silent screams.

You’ve been in the mind’s eye here before in dreams
Mutely echoing back your inner fears.
Repressed emotions surface to haunt
Among the barren spectres of life,
Stoically poised in their stillest forms.

In such moments,
There is something in light:
The resonant emotion of the soul.

by Charmaine de Lange