Ilongo Fritz

SLAYING THE DRAGON

Lower octave of being
Part of the total body
Container of the frightful back
Guardian to wholeness through face to face fusion
Threatening and tempting all towards the journey
Cursing and flaying the sleeping rebels.

The adventures of the self all this is
Venturing to bridge the gaps of illusory shelves
In breathtaking courtship reuniting halves.

All hold a fragment of the garment
Lamenting over the torment of loss
Weeping and bleeding in the mourning night
Awaiting the hero
To sacrifice the bite of Eros
And rise on the winged steed of transformed libido
Freezing at last the blighting terror
Alighting on the isle of might
Gateway to city of light
Prize above all worlds
Wonder beyond words.

THE NEW WOMAN

A mutant she will be
Transcending the sweat and saliva stained slopes
Of tradition versus modernity dilemmas.
Her left hand gathers humanity
The virtue of humility watering group consciousness
With impulse of self sacrifice and service to all.
Her right hand absorbs and projects
Rays of peace and light in ascending spirals
Beyond the horizontal axis.
Her eyes are focused on the stars,
Illumined orbs of universal reason
And hope of mankind.
Low to the ground she is
Striding across the skies
Like the true cross
All axes in her perfectly balanced.
Her purpose to maintain peace among all is
Pouring out ceaseless creative currents
Slaying the serpents of limitation and relativity
With the sword of intuition and illumined action.
Her heart with humanity is
Her head to God is devoted
Her sacred motto reading:
“Transcendence in togetherness
Peace in creativity.”

HEROES OF THE NIGHT

In the throes of the raging storm
Come the knights of might
Clamouring for the right of Eros
The prancing steeds thrashing about
Planting seeds indiscriminately among the weeds.
In bands without leaders
The dealers scour the wide bride-less aisles
Heeding the call of the wild
Bleeding off vitality profusely.
Soon cometh the blighting winds of exhaustion
The bite of the comet revealing dispersion wound
Initiating the downhill stride
Rumbling rocks of excesses
Preceding the anti-climax spin.
Soon the valley bottom is attained
Detaining the ramblers in the noose of feedback tally.
By dawn all are torn and worn
For medals, all exhibiting the deep furrows of sorrows
Borrowing the scarred faces of pseudo-philosophers
Revealing the fatal pace of drained revellers.

Fingers of Dawn - A Snapshot

Fingers of Dawn is a poetry collection that deals with pain, agony despair, and hope

"The Rebirth": Is the process of transformation of man from a creature thrashing in despair, into a spiritualised being caught up in the ethos of liberation. It is the second birth of mankind.

"Heroes Of The Night": An existence that burns off the candle of life from both ends, a frenetic fast lane agitation that ends up in burn-out, physical and psychological exhaustion.

DESPISED GENIUS

Despite their golden heritage
They  shuffle down desperate halls
Hemmed in by the dark effluvia of despair
The stem of their priceless lotus germinating all the same
Flowering above the mud of mediocrity.
The overcast skies of envy veil their radiance
Causing the budding sun to cower in misery
Demystifying the mystery of inspiration
Through rising tides of desperation.

THE REBIRTH

Whipped to the edge of desperation
Man goes to the edge of himself

Standing uncertain at the brink of sanity

Beseeching an unknown saviour in the dark stormy clouds

Veiling unseen sun

Behind ceaseless gusts of winds menacing.