I will serve you a dish
of my bloodied thoughts
that you can chase up with
a glass of my murdered dignity
...
Im sensitive and feel the pain of others and that is what drives my poetry. I have been hurt & abused in love and as a result my love poetry is not candied but ranges from the bittersweet to the unpalatable.)
Blood-Fest
I will serve you a dish
of my bloodied thoughts
that you can chase up with
a glass of my murdered dignity
the ground splinters
of my snuffed dreams shall be
the seasoning you use
as you feast on my expectations
you shall sit on the high table
and hold counsel with others of similar ilk
while snacking on the remnants of your humanity
at this devil's unholy banquet....
(29th May 2008-Harare, Zimbabwe)