About Me
1978: Gj is born in Malawi
1979: His vocal chordsare removed in Johannesburg
1981: Gj plays his first tunes on the old Ibach1892 piano
1985: Gj plays the violin
1992: Gj makes his first guitar
1995: Something dies...
2003: ... Stressedafricanis born
2007: imagemi starts...
not for impatient people (wait for the beat)
!!listen at own risk!!
imagemi cannot accept responsibility for the consequences. Its likely that you will not notice it at first, with some people it takes years, others are taken in a flash. Just take care of yourselves, (and your speakers)......
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Fear gently feisty one,
You think one day the real fun will come ,
It is towards that day that all things are done,
Not on the fly as is hoped by some.
All that stand to condemn us are fools,
bathing in their own sorrow, caged down by their schools,
They can catch us but they cannot beat the freedom within,
Like wild animals, we areemptyof burden and sin.
If Only I could word the music that beats me,
I whip the words into shape and set them free,
Beats are like sex on sweaty sheets,
And is it now the tune of the girl that cheats?
Breathing violently amidst the rampant silence of the night,
The smell of subtle poison only fuels the delight,
Pulsing hearts and eyes shut to all
They both submit to thefever of the soul.
In secret rooms their bodies twist to bind,
a desparate grasping, utter passion, one of a kind.
A glimpse of naughty eyes and half-open lips,
Well-concealed secrets amidst frantic fingertips.
In themost uncomfortable spacethey fight out their lust,
His hands grip firmly at her heaving bust,
Bites are soft and movements are swift,
And in the meanwhile, their stunned minds are adrift.
The moment lasts forever, like at what theglimpseof estacy hints,
In sweat they bathe, the thickest beat on the mind imprints.
The final gaze, a tired but thrilled smile,
Hey baby, let’s stay here for a while…..
With tears in our eyes, racked with life’s utter hopelessness,
we ride full of happiness towards the sun, in utter meaninglessness,
free of all purpose, you can walk the streets in love
in love with all things, big or small, below or above.
with swords drawn, ready to cut down thesignposts,
the party of life will stand unabbreviated amidst theghosts,
a sheer lust for life, the movement from within and around,
drunk on love and fired by sex, we are death-bound.
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