Art is love and love is autonomy
16 OCT 2009
ART IS LOVE AND LOVE IS AUTONOMY
Art is love and love is autonomy
Without a dependency on a school of thought
You wouldn’t understand
The sum of all this art you possess,
Its part, its compositions, elements,
The genesis, the climax till the peak of its revelation
This path we walk is anonymous
In this existence and after perpetually
Still you wouldn’t understand
The word strange like the wind spirit
Blowing past commanding all direction
The more love and attention you spend
The more pledge of oneself sent
Blood, tears and sweat blowing this horn
Into its lungs and raise it to its feet
Your food is for those who wish to feed
Upon a poet’s creed
Bridging the gap between
Those blacks and kaffirs who dread to read
You wouldn’t understand
It’s not for you to understand,
When human understanding falls short to understand human nature
Like a brother lacking accountability somehow becomes a liability
A broken correlation reflects mental transformation
Our lives are dependent, devised systematically
Pure for what his rib and he are
Light bulb and socket
Fate manifest them fit
You wouldn’t understand why you underachieve
And those closest would undermine time
The definition of what shall transcend
Like seasons, Ecclesiastes 3 there is a time for everything
They wouldn’t understand
The transition of a weapon being a tool
Your fortitude refined, polished, like
Butterflies and worms contradict each other’s reflections
Yet there is a line between the two,
There is a gap where you die and those living walking the path
While you stand, waiting for life to pay what’s due to you
Still they wouldn’t understand
The grade of your failure and the sum of its nature
Upon which foundation this self expression stands
Reflecting no other
Your art is love, and love is autonomy
Without a dependency on a school of thought
Let those who try to define
Decline to categorize what soul bliss is under these blue skies
Still they wouldn’t understand
The abstractness of your depth and style
Fitting into this graded society
Being one of those analysed, classified, boxed, shelf packed
As being too uncommon, like
A black coconut,
One eyed identified
And the other eye blind amplified
Like white people’s 1st time
Clinging bum to bum
Illustrating the love of doves
And the sum of it lust
The attraction of the moth to this light
Somehow dies for some
Just a leg, a phase in this venture we call life
This fuel in life is God given
Nature driven, fortified and set
And you wouldn’t understand
The sum of all this art you posses
And you being a child of life’s circumstances
And not of mainstreams that conceive common change
The podiums are full of freedom
Kingdoms only a poet knows
In between his own of desire and strive
Yet the spoken word is a Sheppard
Only a poet sows
And feeling is what he reaps
Art is love and love is autonomy
You wouldn’t understand
Yes you wouldn’t understand
When love is on the house, complimentary
Simplified, applied given like an untimely gift
The symbol of what we are
Is truth filtered, opinions of “maybe if I became” sieved
Common factors, denominators, terminated
When love becomes the perpetrator
The darkness we know
Becomes the light we never knew
You wouldn’t understand
Yes you wouldn’t understand
A promise of love.(commitment vows)
I promise to shut-down my heart to every love but yours,
To lock-in no woman in my arms but you,
To hold my lips to myself just for you,
To permit no one into my thoughts but you,
To let myself ogle no one but you,
To be honest to you,my thoughts and feelings.
Our love is genuine,true love couldn't feel deeper.
There were women in my heart,but you tower them all,you're the skyscrapper.
You mock my record of losing women,now I'm a keeper.
first time we met,
A momement i could not let pass me by,or i will regret,
All my defences broke-down,my hole body on red alert,
It was then you caught my heart like a fish in a net.
Being with you its fate,
i can not evade.
"you and me forever" it's a state
I can live to tolerate.
Our love is so true,even death should be ashamed to separate.
"Forever and Ever" to you all my love i will dedicate.
Obsession
In the darkest hour of my life,
She enters my heart and makes everything seem like a perfect dream.
She is my strength,
And she is my weakness
With beauty like hers, she is a princess
She is more precious than treasure.
Every thing i do for her i do it with pleasure
In my heart she'll never settle for second best
That's only because in my heart she glows
She is a beauty.
And she has glamour like no other
With her
I never feel depressed,
I never feel guilty
That's because i have her in my heart
And that is one thing you can never break apart
She is the joy to my heart
The reason why i'm so shy.
The sparkle in my eye
The sun in my sky
She is worth living and dying for, and that's not a lie
Daydream
Time stood still; moments paused
oh! What harm had beauty caused?.
my heart raced, beating fast
i blinked not that that moment would last
she was stunning; what a sight!
a dashing figure of daring height..
face striking as d sun yet smooth as ice
deeply had i fallen under d gaze of her eyes
she reached for me as i, for her
our bodies warmed close; evrythng else far
& upon that moment of blinding bliss
as i did crave her solid lips to kiss
a loud known cry jerked me back to life
& before me stood, my UGLY FAT WIFE.
This Love
I want to tell you a story,
Of something so great,
Of something which was really, really worth the wait
I was searching for a dollar, or even a dime
But instead I found you, a love more than fine
I know now why I had to go through the pain
It felt so horrific, life felt so vain
It was all so that I could appreciate you who came
You came to my rescue
And secluded my heart
Demolished my fears
And wiped off my tears
So now I look forward
My head held high
On the wing of this love
Forever we’ll fly
selfish happiness
Why is always too late to be yourself
Why do we wait till we cannot define ourselves
It is the excuses we make for others that makes us choose ourselves the last
Why does it take heart break to break free
break free from out illusions of Love
What is this love that eludes us so bad we forget ourselves
Why does it always have to be too late to be happy
to surround ourselves with what we love most
why do we always know how to make others happy but forget ourselves in the act
what makes us happy that we suppress till it’s too late
Is it ever too late to be happy
to loose yourself enough to be selfish
to be selfish of being you and doing what you love
what you love for yourself and the sake of selfish happiness
I dare you to judge my selfishness happiness
yes the happiness that I own
I am the happiness and I will pursue it
I will nurture it so that I grow old with it