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