POEM EXTRACT:Forever Young

Still afraid of everythin' around,

Closing our ears to every sound-

Can't hear 'em tell their daddies go,

Or hear 'em singing without any flow,

Or those ideas of drunk fortune, building lies

Without wiping tears from our eyes.

All the rebel theory, Bob Marley

Philosophy- you and then me,

And the death of detentioon,

Live in our souls, because we are deep holes;

Fillin' up with some black suspicion,

All our lives are based on supersition.

Forever young, toy boys kickin'

Laughter through the day,

Forever young, sweet-eye, lollipop lady,

Turning some of 'em eyes to clay.

Dressed like misunderstood icons,

Singin' all the war songs;

The bombs burstin' in air,

Giving proof, through the clouds,

That our flag is still there...

Forever young, always jittery and island-eyed,

So young forever, way after time died,

And we all will live as if we really tried.

We'll say, the Star Spangled Banner still waves,

Ever watching the ramparts; still in the land of the free,

Forever young, you and me,

In this city of little kisses, and too much bliss,

Where the streets go leading 'em astray,

All is lost and forgotten in one day,

But there'll still be a museam of eternity,

Around all losing against the glare of infinity,

Because we don't want, so much as we wish and feel,

Not for the beauty before us; for the turnin' wheel;

Twistin' and turnin' through space,

Inside god's face,

Wishin' we could just run this place.

Some random hour, and a cigarette bites the night,

Without a heart in sight;

Just some laboratory babe, clad in white,

Secrety fooled, intentionally betrayed,

By some wild-head, ripped stunner,

Who has just never ever stayed.


© Copyright. 2012. Raeez Jacobs.


NB. [Rest of poem cannot be included, for reasons of; exclusivity and copyright, since it is currently under consideration, with a Johannesburg journal of literature.]

[POEM] Skylark Under the Moon

Ocean face, back

To the ground,

Toes curled to the afternoon sun

Like a protest placard

With your soul, and dainty hands

In your pocket of fluke,

Dukedom lives in your

Sun-smooched hair,

Your life is anarchy;

No doleful-bringing amends

Or capital lettered postcards

From peculiar corners,

Sun berry eyes in the twinkle

Of nights first ever known star;

Your gaze sets all of velvety,

And regal manufactured paradise, ablaze.

You’re folk art, writhing- the folk dance,

Prancing about as a Lady cat

With your crowned tail haloed

By the gyre of the firefly beetles

Wheedled by bliss to skylark,

In the honey-coated moonlight,

Laughing as a tickled serpent,

With your clouds of ripened joy,

Becoming the home in which you will stay.

© Raeez Jacobs. 2012. All Rights Reserved.

NEW: Poem (Unwelcome Season)

Unwelcomed Season

You left the door

Ajar, in a half-hearted hug

To welcome

The sauntering

Chill of winter

Inside the dorm,

Consecrated by a former

Inferno,

Inside where I lay

Reminded of the year-long

Lengths

Within each and

Every day,

You left the door,

Ajar, in a manner most

Appropriate

Of those deemed

Imbecilic by our class

Whose actions

We fail

By strict attention

To our own regard

Of one another

And the accord

With the poems

Inscribed

Onto the

Gleaming

Sword,

You left the chill

To ice

The heat

Once circled

About our reclined postures

And our upward feet,

Freezing over

The exchange

Of words

Most gentle to the ear,

The songs willed to hear,

Played by the bands

Of union

Not about our fingers;

But invisibly roped

Around our bodies

Tighter than

The clasp

Of motherhood

To a son sent forth

To manhood,

Or the emotion

Within an empty

Cup after

Having granted

Thirst

To its last,

And only pair

Of lips chapped

By conditions

Most surreal and unknown,

You my love, had left

The door open

Inside my infernal dorm

Where all had been kept warm;

Even the memories

And the items upon the walls,

Just like me

Had unusually

Assumed some peculiar form,

Unexplainable even

By the word

Given in utter declaration

By the obscured mirror,

My love let the heat

Remain about my feet

While I accompany my comfort

Seated upon this chair

With orbs floating about my hair,

Keep your presence in

The testimony of that mild inferno

So that the cold remains

Stranger to all the beauty

In the this world

We know,

And

The shooting stars

At our luck-dependent glows

So suddenly through the night, hurled

To the moon and back,

Not as you

Have now,

From spite

Inserted before your grin

 A glare I had never

Yet clinked my glass of gin

To,

For now

This is that sin

Growing at your face,

Causing the cold to

Land death bites upon my neck

And occult marks along my back,

Shy of our romance

The cold is your pretence;

Leaving the door

Ajar

To let it in

As you would

A guest of foreign descent

Arriving by horse and cart,

The murky hands of winter

To freeze my emotion,

Perhaps of the idea

That I may

Dance to the cavalier

After the

Fury of cold’s entire day,

But I assure you

From the part of me,

Most known to your eye

Such an act,

Would be the reason

I mysteriously die,

And in the wake of night,

Wrapped in the arms of desolation,

Seeking closure

Shaking about as a clown on edge,

The question why,

Would leave you demented

Upon a precarious hedge, until

You too wish to close your inquisitive eye

Fold your arms, and die.

-Raeez Jacobs

©Raeez Jacobs. 2012. All Rights Reserved

If We May Just

The frame is empty,
love, my face hath
been thus removed
as a flea
from fluffy,
and there upon the rug

to ash
I metamorphose;

victim of memory
a dime short of remembrance,
tossed aside

as an old
science project
with my globes off,
shattered
across some field
against the reeds
that grow as my inveighs do,

Our heart, lest
beats no beat
just a feeling thereof,
like nothing really,
we are none
no longer one

look my love,
my face hath
thus been removed.

- By Raeez Jacobs

© Raeez Jacobs. 2012. All Rights Reserved.