Immovable as a lion in the face of the projected sun;
only when the stars shift just so
will I move from this place
between explosion and restraint.
These Tales are True (Rap Version)
music . michael louw
artwork / lyrics / vocals . mariam zohra d.
Internal Dialogue
music . michael louw
music / vocals / lyrics / artwork . mariam zohra d.
My Mistake
I lacked that tenacity you forecasted for me
last week
I lost my grip
the steadfastness and patience
you prayed for
was lost on me
the way pages are lost flinging
from an open case
tattered, worn/leathered
open case
that files away
unanswered questions, as if they never pile up
my resolute demeanour that
escapes me now
I boasted so gracefully
with rough tongue i do
lick my wounds
and tears i kept for too long
do well to subdue
the promise of your return
I lie with hope every night
leaving myself alone
that determination you thought you saw in my eyes
was certain, daunting anger
hidden rage barking in the voice of hate
so righteous I became;
the director and projector of my pain
when the truth is a story of the choiceless one must
begin again
such a clean-slate you flung at me
all it caught was this ego-stenched
smell of fury
it drips over my every move
like poison to fool
those blessings you shower upon me now
those borrowed tears I’ve used
trying to wipe away my mistake –
my de-robed mind;
Making a World
music . ricky pennicard / vocals,lyrics . mariam zohra d.
The Longest Night
hey, i dealt you a hand
a hand of wishes
but the staff for the ridge
found you no wood
and the water under the bridge
offended you to boot
and the whole thing fell through.
i dealt a hand
at the bank
of this sinking beach
a hand that stuck
trembling between the breaks
pressing against our feat.
alongside privilege
blind hope feigns abundance,
a deep self betrayal seats itself
and faces you in the audience –
my eyes on you…
deal the hand
that holds me now?
the bridge that held us then?
your distance is a moon
that lit up the longest night
and I won’t deal
and I won’t gamble;
I won’t pretend
to know your plight.
I am a Thief
i am a thief
who will steal your dead plant
and bring it back to life
i am a thief
who will remind you that your throat is dry
and the water has run out
i am a thief
who will charm and starve your wealthiest gesture
and turn it into a game of chance
i am a thief
who holds ransom the most precious hours of your day
to leave a note – a warning as the sun burns this side of earth –
that your soul is empty.
that there was so much to steal
but nothing to bring back to life.
