The Fraudster

I am young and gullible,

But in all the aridity 'am spared my sanity,

And then on a sweet morning when high in spirit,

A fraudster with pyramid schemes walks up to me,

"I am your tomorrow," he says,

He wants me to loan him my life,

Promising when today is out,

He will walk in with all for me,

But I say no,for such a bad debtor he is,

Once I gave him my love,happiness,dreams and ambitions,

But he took 'em all and still wanted some more,

He never paid back,never gave back.

He is always coming but never coming at all,

I said,"Hold on till I get to you ,tomorrow,

For you are such a big lie."

When he left me high and dry with stinking dreams and false hope,

I learnt to live for today,

Doing all I can do today to live my tomorrow today..

He frowned but I knew I had to stand my ground,

For time never waits for mortals and never will,

It spins,spins ,burning and always burning out,

But him tomorrow never comes,neither does he  die,

Only today burns bright,

The only investment where my sweat

Multiplies tenfold even if too small in my hands it is to hold.

I Want To Blow My Vuvuzuela

The world,

When in thick fog and sagging mist,

With swollen eyes weeps,

The guitar string broken,

The drum torn,

The trumpet mangled,

And too sick the piano can't sing,

My eyes see only my sweet vuvuzuela,

My soul surging with fondness ,

The desire brewing like a storm,

My hands becoming itchy,

And my lungs swelling with pride,

Ready to blow my vuvuzuela to eternity.

With music painfully learnt,

I want to blow my golden vuvuzuela,

That in the warmth of  the shy sun,

That is hiding behing the peeping hills,

I can blow her softly ,

To let her mellow voice,

Filled with an enchanting goodness,

Waft through the wobbly fingers of the tired time,

And drift and wind around

The trees,pregnant souls,

And let her sensuous touch,

Echo with its reverberations,

In the fog ridden valley,

Where the sailor with Columbus syndrome,

Has lost direction,the compass

Staring blankly at him

With broken arms,hands and fingers.

Charl Chotto