Time

Life is in the moment
Time just started now
New borns cry their coming
Old folk pass tonight

Violets bloom in purple
Men don't come in white
Beasts and beauties splendor
God comes home tonight

Affection has no taking
Fear is on the move
Pornstars are all dating
Siblings all come through

Drugs are all like sex
An orgy of our dreams
Dope makes things near awkward
Real and fake alike

Cups cease having bottoms
Hats stop needing tops
Hearts deprive all caring
Death is all we've got

Living through this chaos
Makes me ponder on
Craving for the second
When Christ will come along

Rainbow

Land of the wild
Home of the brave
The weather is mild
Eyes of a slave

Gauteng of gold
Egoli of praise
Regents be told
Avoid their gaze

Cape of wrath
Province of hope
Plagued by moth
Zapper and dope

Kwazulu of age
Blood in a river
Natal on one page
Fear makes them shiver

Once did he come
Six times for some
Five tribes of laughter
Two mornings after

Free it may be
Entwined more then few
None dared to see
Sweet morning dew

Nkosi of Shaka
Mister of Brits
Rainbow your hues
Strength comes in two's

Losing

I'm losing inside
My pain is abright
I'm taking the ride
Ain't seeing the light

Girls are just thrills
I'm lacking right through
Shooters and pills
Mary, Kate, Sue

Hot like damn hell
My pal ain't get none
Not banging a well
'bout time I got some

Screwing my paw
Mastering my bate
'till all it gets raw
Can't sleep when it's late

Love is my jail
I just did my time
Rainbow through sail
Stone made of lime

The end of the beginning

-Damn! I screwed it! That's exactly what I told myself on that unfortunate Tuesday afternoon, moments after making the move of my life. You know when you have one of those bloody hard soccer games that you just have to clock at any cost but you can't? I felt 100 times worse. The thing is, THIS game can't be clocked by a loser... at least a loser like me. I woke up quite confident that morning, knowing that I'd have to break it to her, no matter the cost, I had to tell her what I'd been saving back for the good part of 5 months... Of course I kind of digged her pretty face from the moment I saw it. First looks were not deceiving. I got my damn suite on... about a pound of gel that would make Travolta proud and my nifty arnette's. I felt like a recruit on his way to Guadalcanal, forseeing the first bullet striking through his chest. Duty called, I walked up to her, sat down, my head wizzed with all the beer I had drunk before. I personally think that they should start calling it a miracle and not plain BEER... I was cool, told her all I felt and that the only reason I never said a word before had to do with her okie... probably the luckiest fucker on Earth. I had planned to say what I had to say and simply walk away. She held me back and called the sentence. I got the friendship line, for the one thousandth time in 20 years... ok... 7 years... impossible as it may seem I did NOT hit on the nurse during labour! She was dazzled! She didn't see it coming! Even though practically everyone in the city already knowing that I fancied her (her included) she seemed struck!! I FINALLY walked away. We're still friends, even though I lost the match and threw away the game, I still liked it... I never scored but hopefully I'm not the only one. Now I'm gonna rest my eyes. Games are harmful at least till the new version comes out. GAME OVER. I lost. Christ had a purpose for all this, I'll never understand what.