Majimaune

The tall dark stranger wandered down                                                           the street.         Not all who wander are lost. He neared the street lamp casting a great shadow        on the ground... The shadow jumped and danced while the man stood still. Foreboding. Not a sound could be heard and yet the shadow kept dancing to some unknown, forgotten music.       As the man stood still. Those who wander are not always lost Yet those who are lost will wander. Shadows have memories and              they live for the day when they can dance and jump                                               and sing

We are the lost and we are the forsaken, Forever searching for what it is that we are truly after. Never will we find it in our journey to the land of mystery

The Revolution Against Green "Mama, mama, the men are back, the men are back!" he cried out, not knowing what was going on. "Hush, child, don't fret. They can't hurt you as long as I'm around. Quiet, or they'll know we're here and come for Papa." "Papa? What about Papa? He isn't here. Why are they coming for him? He's the best. He's my Papa." "Be calm, Amadou, stay silent," whispered Nabila. "We must keep quiet so they don't know we're around. We can't be found, otherwise we'll be punished." Amadou didn't understand, but he followed his mother's instructions and stayed quiet. There was a loud banging on the front door of their house.

A two levelled maze With spiralling staircases And roads from the old town Which all lead to basements and down alleyways, around apartment blocks. The eccentric pop up Overwhelming and terrific The quirky man-sized fish wearing a tuxedo Emerges from the maze. He entertains by reciting a volume of names, All of which are exceedingly difficult. But I don't bat an eyelid, Because I am seeing an anthropomorphic fish.

    I'll be coming home next year.    If only that had been the truth. Four years after I uttered those fateful words, I was still stuck in the middle of nowhere, going no place.    The land all around me was flat, desolate and dry. The only life I could see was the solitary vulture circling above me in the cloudless sky. My leg had slowly gotten worse over passed week, gradually weakening, it no longer supported my weight. I limped around, finding it hard to keep to a straight line.    My lips were cracked and my swollen tongue did nothing to help them. It stuck to the roof of my parched mouth. My hands scraped along the ground, back s

My hands are shaking That sinking feeling in my stomach lingers My breath comes short and fast, Catching in my throat. You disappear.

We stuck it through the bad days, We stuck it through the pain. There wasn't much we didn't know, We flew and tumbled together as one. I wiped away the tears from your eyes, Waited with you until you were on your feet. The sleepless nights, never changing, The day would come, one day. They tried to take you away And I just held on tighter. You keep me smiling, Keep me wanting for a new day to come.

Drip, drip, drip... He was lying in his bed listening to the shower slowly leaking. Drip, drip... Creak... Someone must've gotten up and turned it off. He could still hear a slight echo of it in his head, a constant, slow tapping. He rolled over, burying his face in the pillows, wiping off the tears which have settled on his cheeks. A sick feeling settles in the pit of his stomach, making him wonder if things will ever be the same after tonight. It wont be forgotten, it never was. One of them always remembered. He lay staring at the ceiling, wondering what he could do. It had really upset him, her claims that he knew nothing of what she h

What is it you want from me? I'd give you the world if only I could. You confuse me, Come from both fronts. You hold this power over me A power no one else can hold, The ability to make me feel like The most vulnerably weak boy Or the strongest, bravest man. You can destroy me in one fell swoop And rebuild me with the faintest laughter.