I have nothing to tell…

Your womb is infected.
Life in you feels neglected.
All happiness affected.
Evil has fermented.
In you he has injected.
Contaminated reservoir.
A well where all life
Has perished.

Tic, tic Tourette

Jump, twitch, fiddle,
Boundless energy, always moving.
Shake, blurt, twiddle,
“What on earth are you doing?”

Hyperactive, a teachers nightmare
pick me miss! eyelids batter.
“Child, sit in your chair!”
Yak, mutter, chatter.

Hypokinetic!
impulses electric.
Was he born with it?
is it genetic?

A parents struggle.
A sisters battle.
“Look at his pen, click, click, click!”
Tic, utter, stutter,
again stammer, tic.
help, please help.
“I cannot take it!”

Electrons firing, too much spark.
Nerve endings flicker, neurons arc.
“A version perhaps, but you have it
there you go, tic tic.”

It’s  the boys beast, Tourette syndrome.
“Take all your medicine
before you leave home.
Sit down, Calm down,
kill the adrenaline!”

Children have it, one out of three
“No tomato sauce for you!”
Is there a remedy?
Cool drinks red, definitely taboo!
Desperate, she cries; “Can it be treated?”
“Doctor who?”

Scratches and shakes, rapidly blinks,
With ants in his pants,
Cannot keep quiet, never sits still.
wakes up noisily,  cannot sleep in.
Please take your medicine, take that pill,
little wonder drug, magic; “Ritalin.”

“Don’t worry, don’t despair he’s still intelligent”
“Usually a quick sharp mind, make no mistake.”
Mocked, scarred and battered, a youth hard spent,
“Be tolerant, it gets better, learn to wait.”

“This condition dubbed; “ADD”,
will dwindle and shrink surprisingly, smaller,
as he matures and grows bigger, you’ll see”

Until then what is required
is mountains of patience, mothers must get;
Especially when washed out,
down and tired
Tic, tic, tic
for Tourette

2 May 2007

Nicotine

Nicotine, bedevilled little drug;
I hate you, reviled oxygen thug.
subtly enticed my innocent
twelve year tender choice youth
and pricked my dopamine leveled
senses, neuron motor pleasure points.

Orange tipped flame hot rocket, ashen
sticks gained fast points with peers,
consumed in fashioned revile;
you motherless camel labeled devil.
Had you even an animals father
or mad mans’ conscience you would never
have, continued your offspring to grow;
through elephant eared  tobacco plants’ glow;
taken from black ink resin Indian years.

But yes you wanted praise
and praise you got, from Reynolds and company
to raise, a hundred plus, deadly chemicals
sucked  through spotted filter plugs.

Not keeping with demand
you selfish, sulfuric smelling demon,
who even, stuffed paper pieces in chemical laden
paper sticks, to stay, saving puffing market sales.
Without guilt,  fuelling addicted minds, playing tricks
on addict wired, fish hooked, craving brains.

You send the quick rush, and the dying
to early tear watered graves.
I once was trying, and turning
willy nilly efforts; until
delivered four years ago
and apparently three to go.

Until my lungs clean, it will seem;
But never forgetting, your grey white whiff;
of which I still dream, still fighting
my lung filled exhausted conquer;
through valleys and rift, never give up!
Going to any length, fortunate abstaining,
daily saving, strength; weaned
delivered from carcinogenic
carbon, cyanide,
suicide
nicotine.

20 May 2007.

live now

All you have to do is to live
Just take it one day at a time
Take slow footsteps as you go to fetch
The water from the river
I know you have to walk 4 kilometres
Just to get the water and that extra 2kilometers
To catch the bus
All you have to do is to live.

Even if this virus is moving through your veins
You are still fertile, don’t let fear fool you
The fact remains, you will never fail if you believe.
I will stand for you when you can’t stand, feel free
I will fetch the water, I will cook for you, dress you and
Take you to the bus.
All you have to do is to live.

I know you are foreign to me, please don’t be
Frightened by my face, I am from a friendly faculty
I will bring you fruit from the forest.
Forget me not my friend; I shall fulfill all my promises
All you have to do is to live.

So you have no one: no family, no friends and
Your virus is now fully blown, you feel that these are
Your last days, NO! Don’t freeze my friend, you can’t give up now
I‘ve got your first aid let us move forward
We need to catch that bus, we can’t foretell the future
Tell me no lies, fake no feelings.
I will always be here for you.
All you have to do is to live.

When you feel very weak, I will take a leave from work
I will tell them that you my dear brother/sister need me
I will water your plants; hold your hand till the end.
All you have to do is to live.

My status

Red ribbon kneeling on my chest like a batch.
Nuns telling hope to those who cannot cope.
The stigma is  to hot to  hold,
Even for those who are  still connected with the cord.

POSITIVE is the  word for trepidation every hour,
Pandemonium with odium drains power.

The world is like a paint,
Tainted with the sprite of a saint.
Yet  filled with curiosity.                            

Broken Wound

Just a judgement justified by an opinion.
So much to say and so much pain to suffer.
Isolation is where my bed is.
The walls are the one's that tune in my sorrowful songs.
The pillows holds my head high just for the nurses to heed my nose.

Here i am marking a mark that no one wants to indulge in.
The last portrait in my mind is man wearing a clerical collar,
Maybe he has brought me my freedom.
Slowly like a dream BEEP! BEEP!
Life is short,
But Aids kills;