I have just published my first book of poetry called No Shame. When you want to have a copy you can order directly from the publisher's

www.lulu.com . Search for No shame.

Or you can order from me. When I order a number of books in one go, the price per book drops. Let me know by sending me a message.

:-)

I seek the God of Death

In drink &

The following

Alcohol induced

Rushes of

States beyond

Control

Beyond fear &

Fright

Let it go

Escape his grip

A gentle kiss

On the cheek

And then

Snap

The neck

In one violent

Movement

Double handed

Action

Snap

Loud sounded

Snap

It stings

They bite

It itches

The night

Has stars

Milky way

And flashing lights

I seek the Destroyer

In nature

The leaves of my

Garden tree

Centre piece

The patterns

Shades of light

And lighter

Shades of dark

Contrast with the

Night

I seek my peace

Eternal from

The blood sucking

Insects

While they

Bleed me

In smallest

Amounts

And still

I seek

Relentlessly

A zealot

A fanatic

A true believer

I [active verb]

Son of a man

That never

Came to take

Me

Home

 

  
 
 
I am compiling a
Thank you list for
My upcoming 
Publication &
You are not
On my list
For you have
Never motivated
Inspired
Stimulated
Me
You buy me
Exquisite fine
Food &
Oranges &
Cakes that 
We eat
With our 
Cups of coffee
And I translate
These gestures
As I love you
And I have 
Respect for
How you live 
Your life
My son
Yet never a 
Question asked
About who I am
Or
How I feel
Awkward
Embarrassing
Silences
Occur
So little
In common
Not on
My list
 

  
I am a failure as a dad 14 / 20 March 2009
 
I cry
Each day 
Over my
Version of spilled
Milk
- Soy milk -
Fragments
I am a failure as a 
Dad
That's why my eyes 
Look sad
Snippets
Of their lives
Is what is handed
To me
I watch them
Do their swim class
Exercises
Through the window
While my oldest
Is not even with me
On this Saturday &
Sunday
He's off skating
A birthday party
All the fun things
The four of us do
Create a slight sense
Of guilt
As if I'm trying to
Prove
How good a dad I am
The first half hour
Of every new weekend
Is a reconnaissance
Mission on both
Sides
How's the pack
Today?
Is the alpha male
Still
Accepted?
How's the hierarchy
Today?
Do they miss their
Mum?
Do they feel I take
Them away from her?
Would they rather stay
In the place 
Where they live on
The weekdays?
Do they countdown
The weekend until
It's time to go away
Again?
We do bond &
We are close
But sometimes I
Feel
I'm the sitter
For the
Weekend
So that mummy
Can go off &
Have a good time
I am a failure
As a dad
For a dad should be
There for his kids
Seven out of seven
Days
Fragments
We weed the garden
After Sunday breakfast
Clock is ticking
T minus 2 hours
Until the dreaded
Phone call
Rings
And we are
Released
From our
Weekend bond
That's why
My eyes look
Sad
Their weekday 
Stories
Their schooldays
Their Wednesday
Play
With friends
I do not 
Know
Nor will ever
Know
Their lives do 
Not exist for me
Outside my cursedblessed
Weekends
I am a failure
As a dad
 
 
 

  
My One Song Saturday 14 March 2009
 
The words of the songs
That are stored in my heart
Are
My words
I thought about them
Wrote them down
Recorded them
Sang them
Sing them
As if they were
Hymns
What am I
Saying?!
No as if
They are
Hymns
And I sing my songs
In full devotion
To my Gods
All of them
A celebration
Of pain &
Loneliness
And eternal
Hope
On different 
Beats
Different drums
-- I came up with
All the rhythms and
Bridges
And sounds -
To sing is to live
And live again
Over and over
Again
Every song a
Smile
--Where the 
Roses bloom
In my blue heaven-
Every song
A
Tear &
Confirmation of all the scars
I've collected over the years
Cathartic self
Therapy
For
One
--I was on my way
Until I got hurt-
And still 
I sing
My prayers to
The Divine
One 
And softly
Give
Thanks
&
Show my appreciation daily
Aum
Shanti
Shanti