WRITE NIGHT

Gone days, pen to paper, words are now soft keys.

They never worried, I depend on electricity.

Fingers and thoughts cooperate, quills their ways.

Wick or torch lights, mine is neon or cell energy.

We wrote in the dark, imagination fell up,

Observing sundown, welcoming dawn,

Sneezing, coughing, blots and edits, half-sleep,

We both shared things far deeper to be said.

Fonts changed with mood, nouns or adjectives

Displaced as verbs conjoined with pronouns,

Looking at the surface as the stars see us,

Was there a much secret being present?

In that slow of insects, mammals also the reptiles,

We wrote as if obligated to life, words ran for miles,

So in sleep our sub-conscious prevails,

To compose what you will read in the morning.

M.O.O aka Carswell evoL

WITHIN WITHOUT

Homes with; water, electricity and gates

Without affection in the family,

Why eat, sleep or laugh?

Without discouragement, lies

Blood seeking and greed

Within minds and chest,

Would be; prudence,

Decisiveness and trust.

Without knowledge of soul,

Devoid of purpose of spirit,

They cannot fathom personas.

So emotions dictate moods,

Which fuel demeanor that fluctuate?

Inwardly I invoke, investigation

Outwardly I provoke scrutiny.

No judgment before self-analysis.

M.O.O aka Carswell evoL

VIRGIN LIPS

Repeated delicacy in amylase,

From covers I keep her,

A place of dim light,

I observe, can tongue touch gems?

Color; not crimson or pink guava,

I rescind pick or say,

For my act is in delay…

While she prays, for pure play.

Chords of expression, arms

Round arcs and plain, areas of

Reaction and results, allowed

I am to beat my heart around

Her mentmotions, up, down

Side to sway, palms roam

Slow is pace, gentle face.

Seen is the scene of deep.

Presenting, hungry thirst,

Pangs of need to taste,

Minerals up on clouds,

Preciousness carried away.

Only I know, treasures are true

My chest is purified, so I’m restricted,

Restraint orders freedom,

“It must end where it starts.”

Your lips graze over mine;

Honey or scented petals,

Spices or spring water

She evokes, tamed passion,

Her depth, found in the gaps

Of her addictive air.

So she proves that;

Virginity and chastity are opposites.

Carswell evoL aka M.O.O 

TO WHAT I SEE

What is attraction?
“What they want is under,” they said.
I could smile,
“After that they change,” they chuckled.
Twice I frowned,
“Anon they leave without word,” said woman.
Back to the genesis.

Sight, selective fit mind, best from better,
Vision has a sort of reverse code,
Hence why there is the mutual attraction,
I note the skin tone and tenderness,
Well chiseled cheeks and curves,
Happenstance firmness of breast,
The hair is natural as artificial is counterfeit.

Why does she complain?
Yet they too are attracted to the materials.


M.O.O aka Carswell evoL

TO MY NAME

Cease to exist, I never was,

Will they change my name?

To something that suits claim…

A rebel; anti- this and that…

They will brand me;

Bird flu, small pox, EBOLA,

AIDS, SARS, anthrax,

MALARIA, polio and CANCER,

Forgetting my surnames;

Starvation, thirst and unhygienic

Homeless, nudity and hopeless.

Add these as my last names;

Pollution, war and terror,

They accuse me of inception,

Yet the problem is;

The tribal names you have.

Add betrayal and treachery too.

M.O.O aka Carswell evoL

THEN

Time heals wounds, busy trying to find.

Engaged in the things of stomach,

Then,

You crossed my mind…

Like a desert wind, across sand dunes

The heat in mind, swayed into coolness.

I came down,

Then,

Remembered your wisdom, altruism sank through,

Aware, your angel was with mine, guiding somehow,

Then, I whispered,

"You will always be my best teacher.”

M.O.O aka Carswell evoL 

THE HEAT

Struggle for the children,

Wife the inherent handler,

At ground six, I watch silently,

The arsonist vapors my bride’s pride.

All that work, equated to bleak visions,

Perseverance was the journey,

Why is failure a destination for the heirs?

A flame of pure helium, burning home,

In the inside steel and pillars melt,

The terrazzo becomes molten rubber.

Why does evil befall the grandchildren?

Why can’t someone save my family?

Will it hold any longer beyond the now?

M.O.O aka Carswell evoL

SINS OF ORIGIN

Ancestors! Wrath befallen the rainbow,

Of seven generations, entrenched in future,

In the garden’s heart, I drown myself

Thoughts through past, at the present sins,

Stop.

Tell me wise men of old, are my sins yours?

Are disgusting, distasteful mistakes your former?

That I now regurgitate, whilst digesting your bile…

Look at the species I spill on the soil, for tomorrow.

Satellites will capture, they will ask stupid questions,

Origin will fail to answer, melancholy will crawl out,

On the yard knowledge will speak, origin will listen,

Curses will be kissed unto the truth seekers, again.

M.O.O aka Carswell evoL

SHEEP OR LION

The attitude in an animal,

Traits of the master, wild to domestic,

What led them to us in the first place?

In our personal capacities we transferred,

The humility inside into them, they became tame,

How did we achieve this phenomenon?

Who’s leading whom now? Are you bowing?

Life; a homestead or Amazon forest?

Why does animal compete flora?

I bow worryingly, while stuck in humble abode,

Humanity has been beaten to conformity,

Between sheep or lion, who will die first?

M.O.O aka Carswell evoL

SEVEN DREAMS

Sending kisses to high women in letters,

I’m asked about Crystal Palace,

Chinese men ping pong on a zebra crossing,

They used a predicting application to control,

A mirror that could reflect behind objects, invented,

Silver rivers turned golden brown and dried,

I stood helpless in vast land alone but watched.

M.O.O aka Carswell evoL

SEAT TO ELBOW

Waking, what did the sun hold?

Did I see frowns or smiles of the night?

My face thought under the delight.

Where would walk take me?

She held my palms tightly across the sea,

As the wind carries a leaf in autumn.

Upon camp, over the blue kanga we sat,

The picnic basket, on the ground flat,

Our shoulders rubbing, she was happy.

I wanted to share my whole world,

While she only wanted to say one word,

Earth isn't love, talking is like clouds.

M.O.O aka Carswell evoL

PRAYER BEFORE WORK

Guide me; Mighty Geologist,

                   Away from snares of sabotage,

                   Keep hands off from evil deeds,

                   Walk me out of pointless meetings,

                   Let me identify dismissal signs early.

Show me; All Knowing,

                  Better days, boarding what’s blessed,

                  I prefer progressive direction, so much

                  To be able to interpret various clouds,

                  Yes assist me sight lands of milk and honey.

Take me; Ever Present Master,

                 To the alpine of your picked success,

                 A place of abundance created by You,

                 Inhabited by spiritual conscious people

                 A Camp where true treasure rest.

Yee! Otherwise let my senses fail forever.

M.O.O aka Carswell evoL

OPEN TRUTH

Desert of success- successful dunes

Young boy- like I was

Fighter for peace- will you win?

Clouds divided, white and dark-blue

From the shades of sky

From the rays of spirit

Sitting over my solid shoulders

Tinted by clay colors of ancestry,

Lean thighs padded against neck,

Inexperienced heels, bouncing over chest

Pure palms, semi-round my forehead

His navel rubbing my nape.

Him to know how it works, Son;

You a year old,

Here to protect your gold;

Mind, heart and glands

Those sparkling diamonds;

Eyes and instinct inside.

I may not control as we journey,

The red oil in your veins, enemy seeks

To spill it.

Truth is a difficult concept,

You will see abhorring things.

Some around, others beyond villages,

Hear the rumors with ounces of truth,

Shall you investigate? As suspicion drives

You out, a woman will come, she will trap

Lessons and experiences gathered,

Thus shape you according to her world.

My boy! Storms of drought will come.

You, drown in destitute depression

Because of civilized systems,

Those Swahili quotes, proverbs

And teachings will not change,

The needs of your innards.

Laws will be shoved, down

Your forest-cultured personality,

You will forget how we walked,

Through the valley of;

                                      Rain, river, bush and gushes

                                      Stone, soil, trip and topple

                                      Flower, fruit chew and churn

                                      Male, meat snares and smoke

Memories unrecoverable.

You will walk lonely street,

Desperate as a lost child.

Inked fingers, brushing goatee

As you attempt to synthesize states,

Emotions mix, like music and dance

Swaying across your soul, matter

There a song composed by thee,

Finally. Brain cells jig to rhymed reality.

“World greater than you and I,” said father.

M.O.O aka Carswell evoL

OF GENTLE TOUCH

Palms in the caves of ‘La Mita’

Touched; silver, frail flesh and skulls.

Out, at last in the bloom of spring,

I caress flowers, hold barks easily

And smile at the dull sky.

A babe amidst the beauty;

Skin texture of cotton,

Care glistened my eyes,

Concern beyond self knowledge,

Flung it into the air,

Hundred, white and black butterflies,

It became.

Into the wild they flew,

My old spine sat under the tree,

Life hovered, around,

Touching the soil, the rains fell

I drenched in fountain falls of gentleness.

M.O.O aka Carswell evoL

OF AGED MIND

Benches, steel sheets welded

Fences, wooden posts barbed iron

Flowers, green-yellow and brown leaves,

Meeting, rusty roof, potholed cemented floor.

Resting spine, sole of shoes on ground,

Look around, road binding, Victoria wound,

By civil institutions; church, school, police club,

What my town knows as the, ‘Tower of Power’, too.

Ponder and jocund descend, this sad state,

All this time nothing much has changed at all,

Trees are branches; blades are the green grass,

Dust is soil while the rocks are still solid as stones.

Maybe your change could be pollution,

As they neutralize the hills with adventures,

The elderly jog around as if chasing lost time,

Suddenly I too feel as if time has stolen something.

In those slow thoughts, friends vanished,

Couples across, in love like it’s a new emotion,

Other young beings walked with child or two oblivious,

Aging mind took notice, as my journal folded into dog years.

 M.O.O aka Carswell evoL

LEAFY LIPS

What can you say about past?

Do you know texture?

Would you shade or dot it now?

Moon-rise or set sun, constant ties…

Red lips like hills,

Whispering away my life,

Bits toppling in waves, like pebbles

Sounding; did this, said that

Into a sea-word, they splash.

I straighten collar-speech,

Shoulders still, though relaxed

Whilst my lady, keep creaming visions,

I will lick blades and melt the air.

Like leaves we defy forces of nature,

Man’s matter cannot shake us,

Hence mother went, “Be weary son.”

As the owls on left, spoke hate.

Our lips remain green,

Emotions vital as spleen,

Thoughts keen as queens,

Your aurora real as dreams.

Dark blends with dim now,

Past spread on ground,

Present drifts away,

We depart, love mustn't delay.

M.O.O aka Carswell evoL

I CRY

  

Not to sadness, rather to the joy in it,

Rejoicing would be a crime against somber,

Honey is salted, bitterness sugar coated,

Feelings can’t tell, gap between ‘swebitter.’

I cry to the pain in joy, will you celebrate?

Inflict those pretentious miracles, now

You won’t see my tears like spirits do,

Not unless you bear super-normal knowledge.

M.O.O aka Carswell evoL  

FROM THIS POINT ON

Verge of apocalypse,

‘Cold Fog’ engulfing my surrounding,

Artistic; wars, famine wiping away life,

Nature strokes; floods, quakes, bush fires.

Ophthalmic illusions,

Development projects, security deployment,

Employment embattlement, fishy taxes

Health and education insurance, devolvement.

At this point reallity switch, end starting,

World has been born, third eye sees

Blood in the gas, the fatal injections,

Awareness created enmity,

Branded, ‘Threat to Others Rights,’

From that point, declare, “Liberty of,

Thought, spirit and mobility.”

M.O.O aka Carswell evoL

EXTRACTION PROCESS

Biological data, character relational to personality,

Symbols drawn, fears shown,

Those light images, flowers and crosses.

Buried gifts, itching to pounce on opportunity,

Will time account for delay someday?

For I imagine what I could already be today.

Fear must speed away, now and disappear,

Letting courage and optimism emerge,

And that’s the purified destination within.

M.O.O aka Carswell evoL

‘DRAMATIC MOMENT’

Actions wording, speech flowing

Arm wafting, tongue tasting

                                                        Continuous,

Words turn to action,

Flows out as speech,

Groping air as search,

Licking taste to touch.

                                      Causing arousal under,

                                      Hiding reaction beneath,

                                      Arms embracing, showing

                                      Hearts touching, emotions.

M.O.O aka Carswell evoL