Another Day Without Her

Another day without her
From my shivering hands
To the noise in my soul
her voice tears at my hearts gaping hole

I beg God for ten Seconds
Or five in her arms
That I could create my eternity;

I have her to console me
She told me: "I'll always be your baby."

Tales of Stupor From The Diary Of A Mad Black Man

He found me
"Ahaa! You're brown skinned!!
What is it exactly- gold or just brown?"
I wanted to straighten him
Out, that poor clown.
He continued.
"You're too colored,
Tan alot?--
How much heat does it take to fry a neuron?"
I thought...
Insane reporters never cease to amaze me...
He noticed.
I tried to speak but I couldn't,
For my speech impaired insanity;
His stupid dry brain had to be wooden,
Teh! And they said I was crazy.
Then he lied:
I used to be black y'know, sorry brown,
You're brown right?"
Stupid cow.
"My parents are white..."
He lost me.

This is not poetry.

please feel free to post your comments on any post, this is just a side-tract.

Three things that scare me:
i. myself
ii. my girl getting hurt (by me)
iii. losing control.

Three people who make me laugh:
i. my girl (not always tho')
ii. my lil' sis
iii. did I already say my girl?

Three Things I love:
i. her eyes
ii. eating hot rice
iii. art (all it's forms)

Three Things I hate:
i. bad music
ii. getting angry
iii. bad movies

Three Things I don't understand:
i. religion
ii. the logic behind "shakara"
iii. a woman in love

Three things on my desk:
i. one desktop monitor
ii. one laptop
iii. my cell and the tv remote control

Three things I’m doing right now:
i. Watching the lamest alien-gigantic-bug movie ever made by a man
ii. thinking hard of what to put down here
iii. typing this page up


Three things I want to do before I die:
i. live?
ii. achieve every goal I set
iii. learn to swim

Three things I can do
i. breathe
ii. anything I set my mind
iii. be a jerk?

Three things you should listen to:
i. the voice of the one you love?
ii. the voices in your head
iii. jazz

Three things you should never listen to:
i. terrible music (it polutes the soul)
ii. anything you don't feel like listening to
iii. the voice of a false prophet

Three things I’d like to learn:
i. to be a genius
ii. to say "um ok?"
iii. to forgive and FORGET

Three favourite foods:
i. rice
ii. more rice (life would be a misery without it)
iii. potato-pottage with lots'a veggies

Three beverages I drink regularly:
i. coffee
ii. milk (occasionally regular)
iii. water?

Three TV shows/Books I watched/read as a kid:
i. was I ever a kid?
ii. collected rhymes (for kids)
iii. voltron

Three people I would like to tag:
i. myself (this guy's so dumb... i know)
ii. snazzy
iii. igwatala

Old School

A band of baked men
With black souls.
Ashes of black hearts
Smoked over coals.

Three natives thrown over-board
Four murdered,
Five busted vocal-cords,
As silence had--
No greater chant heard.

Rotting black skin
Chained hands and necks.
Men tortured thin,
On enraging decks.

Mother of murdered babe
Slamming her fists;
Her man's voice roars on the deck,
Her glimmer of hope--
Her ounce of bliss.

And earth reckoned
As our voices rippled the ocean:
"We bled your cups hard and full--
Now take us back to Old School!"

Copyright © macalurs 2007

Romeo's Journal

While all secret loves be made public
Let all who have found love of my tribe,
And he who has never lov'd, declare how toxic
But who can ever tame love's growing ferns,
Or hold a trend of thought in her arms?

Their horses raced by as we made love.
We are wild, my pursuers and I
I-- of passion, they-- my demise strove
And I, one step ahead; They, two behind;
Montages and Copulates alike blind.

Peace sleeps where Jules lay.
No chase tonite, no need to run.
How long till I lose her, how long till I pay?

Copyright © macalurs 2007

Death's Encounters

(vol 1: The E.R)

Two minutes to breathe, three to die
"Just let me go" he heaved,
"The pain!, oh the pain" he cried.
And why be it ye long to die?
"I rot in pain, I know not why
But my last breath I ask of thee."
I count not time in hours but seconds
Ye shall come with me in three...

--The little thing by his bed stoped beeping--

Behold thineself oh evil one,
Wipe thine eyes, evil know'th not sympathy
I done no evil deeds than them you done,
I am my Makers purpose, for thy sake
And how doth ye, my con compare
To thine malignant wallow in self pity?
I am that I am, for I choose to be;
What other power hath thee but to life take?

I am my Maker's purpose, who art thou?
A reason for life, my existence create
But thine breath alone of havoc doth reek
And thine eyes are to thine Maker, foul
I expanded my walls and broadened mine gates
As Hell doth with fresh souls seethe

But for thee, my days liken christmas
Bid thine Maker greetings from hell
And thanks for His business.


Copyright © macalurs 2007

Valentine Wish

Mine heart, thine hands, no wedding bands.
Your steady eyes stare at my heart
It's washed and wrapped, it's still alive
To give the fair'st of all the lands

I want yours too, but take your time
It's you and I and none between
You have all day, I have all night
You pray. I'll wait to be your knight.

Thinkers think and dreamers dream
And hope's for the heart, for things unseen
But through my trials and every storm,
I'll be yours, yours in the morn.

When clocks fail and time's past,
Please be mine, at long last.


Copyright © macalurs 2007

If I swore I was Immortal

And hath thy snail left its home
In thoughtful explore? Oh poor philosopher
The oblivious swagger aflicker candle roam

How useful be the snail, yet her feelers unwind
Need not I those, as my eyes, my curiosity frustrate?
Said the spider to the bat: "Is not life better lived blind?"

Once I lived, once out-slied I a fox
Twice died, out-witting a lion.
"So who's the shadow now?" my shadow mocks.

I could have sworn I couldn't die,
But I raced the snail-- T'was a tie!

Copyright © macalurs 2007

Untitled

I'm tired. My mind is slow. i'm working two jobs, and the poems don't seem to flow (sorry 'bout the rhyme). I'll be fine later.

Welcome to Eden

To a place where roses on green thorns grow,

To the valley of death where rivers of life flow;

To man, who God's from dirt to make,

To a mind so fickle but for immortal sake.

Where He displayed His artistry--

That angels marvelled it's majesty,

But serpents walked, and apples grew,

And lions skulls of rabbits chew'd.

To existence and beautiful vainity--

To organised chaos, and veiled disunity;

To illusion and to God's greatest magic,

To life, and happiness ever tragic.

Like beauty out a window toss'd,

Welcome to Eden her paradise lost.

My Cold Hands Her Stay

That forever we together be,

I wish. My mind it plagues uncertainty

For human doth I mistake make

Approximately occasional, I may

Her subtle heart of beauty break

It seems like my cold hands never wer' her stay.


The worst lover, and best sinner

Of sorts I am. But my love and forgiver,

She remains soothing ever bland

Like she waits my return to my old way

That she may smile and gently tap my hand

If her love wanes, could my cold hands be her stay?


That forever we together be,

I wish. But to the restless, his uncertainty.

Copyright © macalurs 2007

The Virgin Boy's Story

Our lips met and time stopped
As the sun watched a mortal kiss a goddess
When eyes are kissed shut, emotions erupt
And souls entwine in their own furnace
I pause as tears from her eyes roll
T'was just us two, and no tomorrow.

The wind is still 'tis evening
Nothing's moved like nothing dares
Even the birds refuse to sing
Like God hath paused His chores and stare
She moans softly as I kisses trace;
I lick the sweet tears from her face.

My melting heart I cannot help
My tears let go as taste I her breasts
She smells like angels ought to smell.
And I shall make her bosom my nest
And let it be told and re-told in the cosmos as destiny;
That I slept in her arms, and the rest-- history.


Copyright © macalurs 2006

As You Walk...

Through the sorrow and the wine
Immerse in liquor stupor thine
Starve thine gaunt atwitter mind
Today a prince, tomorrow swine

Through the hellish fate and caste
Wish for palace, but feed the rats
That teach you digging tacts and tricks
Beneath the earth thine gold amassed

Through the wins and all but loss
Watch thine feet with fingers crossed
As to the gambler's toss, his coin
All thy treasures worthless rust.

Through the toils and all but rest
Sweetest vine ye soothe thine breast
Afeast like no tomorrow be
In pursuit of happiness.


Copyright © macalurs 2006

Thump

A walk alone--
Life's hacked terrain;
A song's drooling tone,
Same beat, same refrain.
Thump!
Thump!

My unfocused stare--
Barren lands, its futile thrive;
My withered hands on torso bare,
I feel the beat, I am alive.
Thump!
Thump!

Splayed out on its hacked terrain--
Skulls of battered, bones of bruised;
That's the trainman, where's the train?
I love his coat, his hat, his muse.
Thump!
Thump!

I feel the beat, it thumps inside--
But for the heat, I'm still alive.
Thump!


Copyright © macalurs 2006

The End.

She reads, she cries

The letter, "what lies!";

The flickering candle starts to die,

Licks fingers and "tsss", goes the light.

He lies, he breathes

Deeper, sigh heaves;

The silky blanket know'th no warmth,

But heart still warm where fire burnth.

After all that is and hath been said,

Nothing came, but nothing fled.

Copyright © macalurs 2006

Christmas

Christ!? Do I believe? I should. That he's the saviour of the world, the redeemer of mankind, yeah I should believe. But I don't, fully. I think he came to set an example, not to save mankind from his father's wrath. hehe

I'm just kidding. I wish it were as uncomplicated as that. Everyday when I look arround me, I see cause & effect, instead of predestined destinations. There's just alot no one understands, not even me. I've asked questions, and all I get in the end is "just believe". It doesn't play very well in my head. I'll make a detailed explanation later. Just felt like saying something.

It's 24th and it still doesn't feel like christmas... I dont forget the harmattan and the cold and my mums cooking and the smile on faces and that fuzzy feeling that made me wish christmas lasted for some 6months more. I miss home.

My holliday.

Just a little curious how personal I should get out here... or should I just pour it out? like: let it all go? hmmm I got a lot typing to do that's for sure. I'm not sure how many people are going to read this and to some extent, I care what my readers think-- I guess I should.

Life is a fun game. I put all effort into it and once in a while (like now) I burn out. I get so used to the hustle and bustle and I end up hating to stay idle. Somewhere inside it seems like I want the days to fly past. Why is that? Maybe I'm waiting on something better, something brighter. Hope. "The quintesential delusion of the human mind, simultaneously the source of his greastest strength and his greatest weakness" (the 'Architect' the matrix). It keeps me going, and it burns me out.

It's christmas and I have 5days away from work, I just can't wait to go back... eeeew I can't belive I just said that... Christmas without a family to spend it with-- aint that a bitch? I'll just chew crackers and drink a gallon of milk, my stomach will keep me busy; I hope to lose a few pounds (those ones I dont even have) on the toilet seat.

Meanwhile merry christmas y'all... dont forget to write a new-year resolution ( we all know writting it is half the work done)

first say

hehe y'all

Never thot I'd start bloggin'. "bloggin'" is that even a word? Well whatever.

Yeah my name is makarios. Call me mack.
I'll talk about whatever I want, and whatever the gods tell me to. You'll get into my head as I make posts. Thanks for coming out. me.