(A Quarterly International Peer-reviewed Refereed e-Journal
Devoted to English Language and Literature)
Zahrah Loukhnati (1970) born and brought up in Cape Town, South Africa. Since childhood, she has loved reading. She has always written songs, lyrics, poems and stories to present as gifts to her family and friends. She is a member of Dystenium, an online poetry journal. She can be contacted at email@example.com.
1. Bound in Blood
I’m a fool
Who would want me anyway?
I’m just a sponge...Always have been
And here I am...
trying to make something of myself...
All the while clinging
To this dream...
this hope that they want the same as I
But they don’t
Who am I to want a family united?
A family strong...together as one
Loving and fighting but united in love
Bound in Blood
I don’t have any proud moments to display
Never achieved anything but cause them pain
They’re on their own paths
Cringing in pain at old hurts and rejections
“Don’t speak of it again...”
My time is coming
I feel it in my bones
Finally my moment to atone
for those hurtful dark moments...
so numerous and sharp
I’ve already started
I really do have a heart
It beats a rhythm of its own
I never felt it until I was alone
I took some time out and the world let me be
It’s still an ongoing moment
I don’t mind if it never ends
‘Cos the journey is so much better than the end.’
2. Behold the Advances
Sitting on my arse all day
Living in my head
All I want to do is play
Matrix all about me
Queen of it I’ll be
Exposing my breast to your beating
My heart all a-flutter and weeping
You abhor my advances
Yet un-resisted the chances
Of affection you shun
Pull me back, I’m at One
Unshorn and unwoven
We be cloven
3. Moving On
Bring us the past on a silver platter
Basted with heartache, we won’t let it matter
To the one’s we adore
We’ll dish them some more and
Watch as they crumple, stumble and fall
Under the burden of it all
Yes, so bring us that past on that silver platter
Basted with heartache, will we let it matter?
A much better place could this world ever be?
A world to be proud of
My perspective a-changing
All I ever thought I should be
Much-needed bother, toil and sorrow
Unfolded a clarity, a certain sanity
Within the essence of my hollow
Do away with the stuff!
Will we ever have enough?
The answer is “NO!”
Illusion tells us that’s the only way to go
Be successful for that other
Never mind about your mother
If we look, we shall see
All the signs that abound
Our Father left them strategically to be found
So dear sister and brother of mine
Let’s stop wasting this precious time
Let’s beware of one another
Take care of the world like we’re its mother
And I’m sure we shall see
A world to be proud of
How many lifetimes will it take to understand
And come to grips with the past?
I try and try my best to live for today
But it never lasts
I’ve toiled and I’ve strived
Efforts in vain, tried to achieve
All the while clinging to a belief
A hope, a dream made of whispers and fog
So much to live for, yet boundaries
at the edges of my bed and
Barbed-wire bleeding venom from my head
Saturating my essence
With lethargic lead
Renders my muscles catatonic
As I crawl and slither in oily isolation
Reaching no conclusions of purposeful elation
I am alone
Rationed to One