Black Jaguar Music

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  • When We Were Young

    When We Were Young
    I gaze out, unto the golden sands
    A flicker of light dances on the sunlit sea
    This is where we came when we were young
    The calabash tree like a monument still stands
    A stones throw away from old man Daniel’s hut
    Everything still looks the same, as time captured in a frame

    But somehow they’re just places now.
    A walk by the brook, where we played as kids
    A mere trickle of its former self but still in fighting spirits
    The wind in the trees sing a familiar song
    Words of promise and a gentle breeze
    Off in the distance, our rock, our first kiss
    Looming as a giant in the sun
    Here we explored when we were young
    But somehow they’re just places now

    © 2014 Black Jaguar

  • The Trodden Path

    I have seen it.
    A few times before.
    Ominous, uncontrite, yet true.
    I sought its advise some more

    though times evaded not new.
    An open door to an empty plot,
    devised to trap and snare.

    Though entered by own’s free will,
    to what have we to compare?
    Will dawn see another setting sun,
    where Angels fly though unconsciously?
    What have we learnt by seeking none?
    Have you gained your sanity?

    I have seen it.
    A few times before.
    One roll of coins and pockets for two.
    Played the game, designed to score.
    The dice, snake eyes, red, black and blue.
    When does the darkness show no fear?
    Alas, missed by listening ear.
    Do you know,if time has called,
    with eyes that do not see?
    Will nature heed its mother’s fall?
    Will you have gained your sanity?

    copyright © 2012 Black Jaguar

  • Now

    Now

    So I have a view now

    Now

    So I have a view now
    A look at the morning birds now
    Now the light of the morning sun
    Parades through my window
    I have a room by the lake now.

    Now

    © copyright 2013 Black Jaguar

  • The Visitor

    Off in the distance
    Silhouetted against a starry horizon
    Black and ominous.
    Looming, yet pleasantly inviting: surreal
    A finger pointed to its peak
    There it is, right there

    That thing you sought most
    Another lifetime – eons ago.
    Memories flood to the brim
    As a bucket filled of water
    From a tap dripping hours long past
    Why the tattoos and what do they mean?
    They are the road maps to the kills I have made
    Come, step a bit closer… Let your eyes see
    The darkness holds no sway over your lingering eyes
    Fear me not I am no predator
    But merely a messenger – a friend
    Does your mind play tricks on you?
    Is it some wild hypnotic dream?
    Feel my skin and see I am real
    Now look again and follow the curve of my finger…
    Off in the distance and to the right A glowing object

    © copyright 2012 Black Jaguar

  • High Heels

    High Heels
    A slap, a kiss, and worlds collide
    On top of the blanket
    On an abandoned street
    In the dead of winter
    With heels 3 inches high

    High Heels
    A slap, a kiss, and worlds collide
    On top of the blanket
    On an abandoned street
    In the dead of winter
    With heels 3 inches high

    Pains of hunger and anguish
    Have brought you here.
    To this place of decadence
    This place of pleasure
    And half a block away
    A full service deli
    Smells that entice the nostrils
    And delight the taste buds
    Into thinking of sex
    Food and sex, two major delights……
    Can we live without either?
    Or neglect the one
    And not forsake the other?
    Aaahhh….today I marveled at life and things that ought not be so.
    A monkey riding on a lions head
    Maybe now…..
    The “blankety blank” scorpion
    Can get across the river
    On a frogs back…….
    And yet the streets moan
    The day to day life
    Of a short dress and a dollar bill
    © copyright 2013 Black Jaguar