23 Wolves

a child contemplates the universe / pretending to play / as she counts the blades of grass / her dreams dancing in the rain / angels come to take their share / like a tickle in a dream / that leaves you half asleep / watching over / -hearts cooling in the dark / as a stranger spoke of 23 wolves / I saw one / he spoke in my dream / all white and moving slow / walking along a dusty road / he stopped mid-stride / he looked back at me / beckoning , from over his shoulder / heaven wasn’t sending / gold plated RVSP’s today / I did not follow his knowing gaze. AZAB

Spills On The Floor

in this perceptive moment of grandeur / my darling / if I was gold and honey / in your private dreams of labour / where would you go? / while angels wings dry and rust / to your guarded delicate core / fragile in the night’s shade / your reckless tears quenching / the prisoner held inside / you live inside me now / like a bullet ripping through flesh / my attention ,severe and complete / gathering / the sunshine that slips through your fingers / before it spills onto the floor . Azab

FEARLESS

The earths spirits now embrace me / they must of took hold / through the souls of my feet / as I stood fearless / long before / I was forced to grow up / in a single moment / when youth was not allowed to make it’s appearance / and I stood there fearless / the days cried out in anger / the nights cried out in shame / I spoke softly , but wished to scream / kept silent by the nobleness of intention / cloaked in embarrassed honesty / I wandered like thunder lost in the rain / surviving by instinct that travels lightly / savouring the sacred time / between / when the brush leaves the paint / and before it strokes the canvas /
I stood fearless / now I live in a basement suite / death hanging around my door / reaching for heaven up above / and the devil grabbing at my feet . Azab

DREAMS 1

I was up on the roof / collecting pennies from my past / the phone ringing / as I went to see my agent / nice lady that she was / said the woman that was her client / was desperate for me / to “house sit” the nicest house on the street / but while the door was open / the wind stole my feet / it took me towards the meeting of the rivers / walking back from the viewing / the crews were tearing up the streets / the native kid slowed down on his bicycle / smiling and talking friendly / he was wearing a black bandanna / tight on his head / told me he was from the best gang on the block / it was only then that I realized / that I was glad I was in the poor side of town / then in the confluence of habits / an invitation was sent / I was urgently requested to attend / the next competition / where all the games are rigged / and all engines are stalled / but it was deemed that I was not successful enough / to keep vices . Azab

PLACES

there are places / places where there is no life / only wanderers / and the pleasure of sacrifice / where peasants skirts dust refugee trails / and the troubadours speak bluntly / walking on the fingertips of applause / places where beauty dances and sparkles / in the raindrops splash , suspended over a still lake / where small peeks at heaven / are served with generous portions of hell / where the sun fades like an old cliche / and moans like a broken promise / Places are the times I have seen / the immaculate timing wished for / to be dreaming the same dreams / and I wonder where you will be ? / or where I’ll be ? / in the expanse of memory / will I see you / within the sight of perfectly powdered recollections / as a queens whisper in a paupers breath / or as tears , drying in the settling dust / in the places that have never been searched before / embraced in a lovers wet crush / where devils and angels drown /
and when this final season slams the door / in the stillnes , feel my caress / as it whispers in the breeze by your ear. Azab

IN STRIDE

I walk into the old mans shaggy demeanour / in the stride that covers truths lies / I trace my prayers into the consuming sands / offerings to all the lumbering Gods / as I give my stifled thoughts away / to all good frightened prisoners of cicumstance / for those afraid of their turn to be real / for those that have outlived their time / I tread softly when I reach the hard ground / keeping track of moulding memories / for those that throw it all out there / just to see how far the pieces go . Azab

While God Was Sleeping

while God was sleeping / hard lines formed on the hard faces / crowds ask you to dance / will we still dance on dying day? / all wanderers / irreverent of circumstance / not conscious of the past / sound the crisis bell / for those that can not look into your eyes / to drag and ponder / while God was sleeping / I found the passion in tranquility / left the note / I’ll be leaving soon / only taking a bit of the starshine / will God awaken / before the suns rays start dripping down / and sincerity is lost in the rush. Azab