Oh where, oh where, can love be found,

a love that's built on foundations sound?

What mortal hands could heal my soul,

chase out frustration, and make me whole?

From youth, I drank lifes bitter brew,

those sweeter moments, I poached so few.

The golden thoughts that I cherished,

upon the rocks of despondency perished.

Over my case, sat a merciless judge,

my faith, him not one grain could budge.

A sentence harsh in the court of my mind,

my soul in prison, it was confined.

Instruments of torture, skilfully applied,

for mercy on my knees I cried.

A demons hand, it forged the chain,

link by link, I was driven insane.

To a suspicious looking residence, I was taken,

in a lonely spot, by God forsaken.

By a man in uniform, starched and white,

through a tiny window, I was watched that night.

The morning arrived, much activity around

of maniacal laughter I heard the sound.

The Prime Minister came and shook my hand,

he said: "my man!, You've saved the land".

The tears were rolling down my face.

I heard someone mention, "there's a sad case".

Talk of escape, came to my ears,

paranoid delusions, increased my fears.

To the bottom pits of anguish thrust,

my spirit there, was left to rust.

A thousand devils they danced away,

to the band of madness gay.

Plagued was I by depression,

no remittance for my transgression.

The whip of recrimination, my thought it beat,

for the balm of deliverance, my mind did entreat.

Those people cursed by mental woes,

I lived with, for how long God knows.

Shocks and pills, they failed to cure,

just gave me the strength to endure.

One day, to the conference room they sent

this man, whose heart with fear was rent.

The psychiatrists, were gathered round about.

Of my sanity, they must have no doubt.

A voice that seemed so far away,

must have got it right that day.

Approval of my state they gave,

those faces: oh, they looked so grave!

Spewed out from that mental place,

a hostile environment, I did face.

Crumbs of pity cast at my feet,

from miseries clutches, there was no retreat.

Mocked and deserted by my wife,

I wept in agony, burdened with strife.

In her womb, the shame of a bastard child,

by the hand of fate, my marriage defiled.

For consolation, I searched in the House of God.

Just comfortless words, a sympathetic nod.

A pardon there, I did not receive.

For one spark of love, my heart did grieve.

Fifty rand, for a while the flesh to feel,

for a woman pretending her love was real.

Cold and darkness, contempt for myself,

just a broken pot on a dusty shelf.

In tragedies wake, stark reality was met,

on mountains of hypocracy, my ideas were set.

A nightmarish jungle, deception on the prowl,

in this game of life, a kick most foul.

Just dough in the bakers hand, was I.

The masters will, I could not defy.

From a sea of degradation I tried to flee,

but the helm of reason, would not answer me.

Thoughts entertained of a pretty maid,

flirtatious talk with her I made.

Forbidden fruit in temptations snare,

in her dark eyes, the want lay bare.

On a bowstring of circumstance, an arrow was I,

at the whim of the archer, I would fly.

On the road to destruction, I was bound,

at suicides door myself I found.

From a drawer, a pistol I did take.

My hand that time, it did not shake.

A satanic force, I could not resist,

"destroy yourself!", The serpent hissed.

Around the trigger, my finger went,

an end to the farce - one bullet spent.

Oh death, please come, and be my guest,

into the grave, lay me to rest.

The muzzle then against my brains,

from my hold slipped sanities reins.

The hammer fell - just an empty click.

Fate she smiled, as I was sick.

Those powers that be set their decree,

from my bonds released, it was not to be.

Whirlpools of confusion filled my mind.

The search was fruitless peace to find.

From fettered emotion, tears for freedom yearned,

the princess of compassion, her back she turned.

A fist shown in anger, at the empty sky,

just a speck of dust in the eyes of God, was I.

My conscience in slumber, a jog received,

when my harvest was reaped, I'd then believed.

A remnant of hope, deep down did survive,

it would give me the will, to onward strive.

Into a forest, I wandered one day.

What led me there, I cannot say.

Quite unforseen, I met this girl,

as lovely as a precious pearl.

In her arms, was a bundle of wood.

To make friends with her, I wished I could.

A simple dress this female wore.

Her legs were bare, no shoes I saw.

Her eyes, they were an emerald green,

more beautiful, I'd never seen.

Long golden locks, adorned her face,

possessing such angelic grace.

The magic splendour of a tropic dawn,

could not compare with this woman's form.

Her lips were full, and ruby red.

Had providence, a nympth to me led?

The air was perfumed with the smell

of wild flowers, and pine in the dell.

I was spellbound it would seem,

or was this just another dream?

I asked this creature for her name.

A scornful look, then the answer came:

"I'm Angel, if you want to know,

be careful man, just were you sow!".

Not wishing to incur her wrath,

I dressed my words in the finest cloth.

I told her of the lonely years,

about the ocean made from tears.

My pathetic state, I could not hide.

My spirit in rags, for comfort sighed.

To the fortress of my last reserve,

boldness then it came to serve.

My tale, I brought to its bitter end,

an endeavour prides ashes to defend.

A moment then, of great suspense.

Was there a chance of recompense?

Her voice then broke the stillness round,

my nerves were soothed by its sound.

Tension then, from me took flight.

The burden I carried, of a sudden was light.

"So deep you drank of the cup of conceit,

on the paths of peace, never trod your feet.

Like a ravenous beast, you had your feast.

Of love your knowledge was the least.

Like the waves that rush upon the shore,

you plundered lifes most sensual store.

To the very outskirts of hell you strayed,

while at home, for you, your mother prayed.

Your folly has made you an empty shell.

To the Devil, your soul, you did almost sell.

But someone loves you despite your ways:

like the naked lust, I saw in your gaze".

Her wrists she then held out to me.

The marks of torment I did see.

Those terrible scars of the last resort.

To deaths edge she was brought.

Her eyes looked steadily into mine.

I saw the lovelight in them shine.

To the secret chambers of my mind,

her spirit then, the key did find.

As lightning moves across the sky,

she was in my arms with a fleeting cry.

Her head she laid upon my breast,

to me a yearning she confessed.

Our lips they touched - a moment of bliss,

I sensed the hunger behind that kiss.

I felt the womanish heat of her,

the embers of erotism in me did stir.

I ran my fingers through her hair,

those golden strands, so very fair.

Her tongue, a wonderful darting thing,

to the threshold of contentment, she did me bring.

With a little gasp she broke away.

In an enticing voice, she did say:

"We have this need, dont you agree?

The frustration in us - lets set it free!".

Herself of raiment she then deprived,

in a motion so sensually contrived.

From intimate havens a veil was peeled,

two mysteries then they were revealed.

She stood then naked - so well endowed,

unaware of her beauty, so meek, not proud.

The glory of those charms displayed.

Was this the cure for which I'd prayed?

With a song in my heart, I quickly disrobed,

then to this heavenly being strode.

She laughed then, with such pure delight,

I forgot about my present plight.

I pulled her then to my chest,

and felt the softness of her nest.

My manhood stiffened with desire,

as her body set it on fire.

A bed of leaves nearby, was found.

I caressed her naked buttocks round.

The hight of rapture lured us on.

Those inhibitions, they were gone.

Over gentle swell to the promise below,

a kiss upon her flower I did then bestow.

Enclosed in the warmth of milky thighs,

her flesh of wisdom did comprise.

I touched the tender bud inside,

a tempest of emotion, her reason defied.

The goddess of desire, swept away those cares,

a wetness crowned the beauty of her pubic hairs.

Her hand then, round my member went,

then down to me she bent.

My senses, they just flew elsewhere,

no longer captive in a cage of despair.

Her body now so ripe with lust,

cried out to me, to make the thrust.

With eagerness we did recompose,

our excitement, to a crest it rose.

Her gorgeous limbs beneath me spread,

then to the prize, this man she led.

Her vagina closed around my pride,

then took my all to the heat inside.

Chemistry mingled - became as one.

A web of love, we together spun.

Our fever mounted with every stroke,

the most ardent passions in us awoke.

A sexual rhythm, our bodies formed,

of paradise the gates they dawned.

To the deepest recess of my soul,

serenity, she slowly stole.

Her voice, seductive in my ear,

"oh god! My love, I am so near".

Walls of flesh, revolved around,

until the peak of joy was found.

In ecstasy we sowed our seed,

and satisfied that hungary need.

Her blossom swallowed up the stream.

This man in her, felt supreme.

She heaved and panted, then wept awhile,

then came the most enchanting smile.

Tears of gladness were shed that day,

the raging storm, had passed away.

Her feelings then, she did not hide,

it was her wish to me my bride.

Great confidence to me returned.

The flame of hope, once again it burned.

Fear was banished from my heart,

the links at last, were torn apart.

My soul from bondage was released.

The jigsaw of my life was pieced.

We slept until the break of day,

in my arms this woman lay.

The bells were ringing once again,

on the minds horizon, there was no pain.

Her hand in mine - I was a king,

and she was the queen - my everything.

Our spirits, they were now entwined.

The road before me was well defined.

My faith that day, it was renewed.

That satanic force, it was subdued.

From that day forth, my life was changed,

by providence, it was re-arranged.