Sanctifico

Absolve me of my love.
I wish to love another so we may be friends.
But I keep dreaming of then,
And now I’m stuck with the final yet, blank script.
Locked in the throes of memory
Abracadabra,I say. Open sesame!
Flee from my heart, you decade old love!
What glorious torture !
My god gift,
My soul personified
How do I leave you? How do I win back my heart?.
To who do I pray, now the words are made clear?
Hear me,hear me, Absolve me of my love .

©Charis2023

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Tatakae

Just come fighting.
Fists extended,the virgin cries of a young ‘un
Forward and towards the light,
Till we gain understanding from the lessons ,
Come fighting.

Unclench and master it all,
The turns, weaving,pivots,the real.
It’s rarely ever straightforward you see,
Strictly come ready,
Time is on its way.

©Charis2022

Adult Eyes

Adult eyes- so new feelings
It’s an old life but..
You tell me what’s up.
I breathe, stretch, figure it out.
Thinking…I probably should have stayed in bed

There’s no sunshine now I’m here
The “narratives” all meet their demise
Fears fade into nothing
Yet expectations Are.
Take me back, waaay back..

Toy soldiers marching to a beat
Memories of being crushed now a court case
I speak and i paint a picture
All that is,was..
Yes my hope will be.

Charis 2022

Murmurings

One day I found it.
Hope.
In the things I care for and for all that is to come by it.
One day I’ll have it,
A joy that begins then waxes and wanes for all time.
And…
Ears that prick up at the sound of my voice,
Hands that nurture me,
The heart that understands,
The breaths that are considerate of mine,
Eyes that see my soul ,
Steps that match mine in their own ryhthm
A companion under life’s starry sky
Till the day my doors open and I arrive
Till the day I rise from the piles of IFS buts and maybes brought on by my life
Till that day. Till she is ready.
Till then
I have found the hope
In the things I work at and all that shall come by it .
One day I’ll have it all.

Charis 2022

Untitled

Say with me the empty words
Bind our hearts
Blind our eye.
Strike the path all wish to conquer
Maybe we will
Maybe we won’t


Kill reason
Who needs two lights
We’ve got passion
We own the supreme
Maybe we’ll win
maybe we won’t


Highlight this time
We’ll only live once
We’ll own this logic
Open up our victorious fate
Maybe we will
Maybe we won’t

Kill the time
It killed our fire
Kill our minds
We were led as astray to think that…
Maybe will.
Maybe we -won’t- will.

Charis2020

Memory

I Am.
The chip on the tea cup,
Whiffs of that particular scent I always wear.
My smile,
Yours too,
I won’t let you forget.

Fire up the engine,
And hear my scream of delight.
Look over now- to empty passenger seat.
Reminisce, yes,remember it’s my spot.
Yours remains in my heart,
And I’ll never let you forget.

The questions your mama asks,
When she realises I’m not around.
The subtle whispers when you hang with our friends,
That emptiness .
You’ll feel it in your hands because I’m not there.
I hope you never forget.

Close knit was our bond,
But now-unraveled
In parts-
Unparalleled,is this one-sided heartbreak.
But it’s redirected to you,you see
And so expect you’ll never be able to forget me.

©Charis2021

Crumpled

Only good for next piece,
ĺTĺhaĺt’s how easy she was.
All the attention,attachments, yet still
Not enough for an eternity.
All for nothing,
Each man for himself.
She was,just because it was deemed so,
Only good until the next piece.

Charis2021

Journey

Hold me just a little longer.
I may drift away but you’d be my anchor.
Do you know how much you mean to me?
Hold on,
One day I’ll surely make you see.

Journey- that’s what it’s called.
Around ourselves and around you,my world.
Sometimes its winter and others  we’ll have the sun.
So make no mistake ,
You’ll feel all my sides.

Let’s feed on all that we are.
We’ll ingest, digest and then do away with any crap.
We assess and realign till we’re acceptably in sync.
So hold on.
We’ll surely get there my love.

Charis2021

Discordant Mornings

The least favourite  part of my day is always it’s beginning,
And after that Ted talk…
i definitely know better,
But here i am again!
Silencing the fourth ring of my alarm !
My constant ritual in the unhappiest part of my day.

I could pile up all the facts,
But still come away with the same thing…
From childhood memories to adult realities – something hasn’t changed
A warm bath is great,
but it’s timed-  every thing is on  these horrible mornings.
Obediently , i hop into this and then to that  till I get to set engagements.

I could have had fifteen more minutes in bed…
Fifteen more minutes would have our arrival times synched.
If I’d known they’d be late… then I’d  just be on time to their time.
But here I am forced to listen and smile
Prompt replies to their stories of discordant mornings
As if….as if it’s a perfect day.

Charis2021

Recession

Haunted.
By the words I keep inside.
By ash..as it falls,
Slowly on me.
Forming a pattern? I don’t know.
Jigsaw to my puzzle,puppeteer to my pinocchio.
Of all the certainties that form  in our conversation.
By jove! See the bunnies beneath our bed.
Of the broom, leaning against unstable tables…
Beneath which the corners and so darkness resides.
By tracks of mascara when I cry.
Out in feeling ,
Stained handkerchiefs ,
Insomnia and camomile cups of tea.
By time and it’s flow has no regard
For this fact,
I’m haunted.

Charis2021