THE CURE were the first band i loved. I knew their hits first. Along with my schoolmates (Deon, Terry and Brad), i use to loudly sing tracks such as ‘Killing an Arab’ and ‘Hot Hot Hot’. But it was during the personal darkness of national service in the South African Air Force in 1991 that i got to know the band and Robert Smith’s lyrics more intimately. I owe Paul Wharton, a fellow servicemen, as he had all the tapes up until then. He shared. We bonded. THE CURE was … Continue reading →
THE FEAR In a twist of shadows, I turn around Nothing’s the same Everything’s shrouded Fear of falling Scared of retreat, these hot coals burn at my feet Running away over shapeless landscapes, I turn and see my Fear It beckons, it beckons! In spite of heroes, in spite of myself, I look to the mirror and I’m coughing up glass Falling through the layers, the veils of my mind, disturbing is what i see Ululating pygmies cry, weird spectators to my demise In the corners of your pysche you’ll … Continue reading →
Shackled by thought and bladed by reason, this is the perfect moment in a blackened season of deadened hearts and soul lesions Murder is rampant in the lonely mind Kind is a meal never to be dined and shadows fail to shadow all thatâ€™s not mine.