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Gerhard Geldenhuys

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Fly away

by

Gerhard Geldenhuys

I wish I could fly like an eagle
and soar out over my troubles.
I would look down upon them as
though they were not mine.

Like the endless rolling dunes
of an empty desert,my empty life.
Where the nothingness keeps on crawling
closer and closer,to what I hold dear.

Just one or two steps and I am up and away,
far from this acidious world eating at me.
Floating over the abyss,never to set foot on,
or claw into these painfull reminders again.

I can almost see it clearly now,
the green pastures of home.
In a almost drunken state I realize,
this is not my place,this is not my home.

Back I turn towards the abyss where the pain
and sorrow is comforting and familiar.
Like the wind beneath the wings of the eagle,
the eagle that I would much rather be.

Will the eagle find his nest in this endless desert
one day.Might he find a place to rest his weary
wings,or will he simply fall from the sky,
swallowed by the sands like the simple man he is?


Claw of the cat

by

Gerhard Geldenhuys

Crimson smiles cut deep by the slash,
like the fake smile worn by a clown
that hides the tears in his heart.
I wear this mark left by the cat.

She is a beast,not caring for any but her own survival,
and yet I hold on,not daring to let go.
I hold on to this mangler of souls,
wondering if I'm weak or strong.

Like waves the life flows from your body,
but the pain is deeper than the cut.
Noboddy knows that this heart is dying,
noboddy knows that its turning to stone.

I am chilled to the bone,
cold to the warm touch of another,
blind to the look of those that care,
helping others in the hope to forget my own pain

This heart and soul has been blead dry.
It is like a rock weighing me down... so I throw it out.
Together with all the dead memmories it holds,
dead dreams that once fed the cat.

I see smiling faces all around me everyday and I wonder,
howmany of those are cuts left by this same beast
..this beast we call life.
She slowly kills you while u hold on for dear life.

Claw of the cat

by

Gerhard Geldenhuys

Crimson smiles cut deep by the slash,
like the fake smile worn by a clown
that hides the tears in his heart.
I wear this mark left by the cat.

She is a beast,not caring for any but her own survival,
and yet I hold on,not daring to let go.
I hold on to this mangler of souls,
wondering if I'm weak or strong.

Like waves the life flows from your body,
but the pain is deeper than the cut.
Noboddy knows that this heart is dying,
noboddy knows that its turning to stone.

I am chilled to the bone,
cold to the warm touch of another,
blind to the look of those that care,
helping others in the hope to forget my own pain

This heart and soul has been blead dry.
It is like a rock weighing me down... so I throw it out.
Together with all the dead memmories it holds,
dead dreams that once fed the cat.

I see smiling faces all around me everyday and I wonder,
howmany of those are cuts left by this same beast
..this beast we call life.
She slowly kills you while u hold on for dear life.

Claw of the cat

by

Gerhard Geldenhuys

Crimson smiles cut deep by the slash,
like the fake smile worn by a clown
that hides the tears in his heart.
I wear this mark left by the cat.

She is a beast,not caring for any but her own survival,
and yet I hold on,not daring to let go.
I hold on to this mangler of souls,
wondering if I'm weak or strong.

Like waves the life flows from your body,
but the pain is deeper than the cut.
Noboddy knows that this heart is dying,
noboddy knows that its turning to stone.

I am chilled to the bone,
cold to the warm touch of another,
blind to the look of those that care,
helping others in the hope to forget my own pain

This heart and soul has been blead dry.
It is like a rock weighing me down... so I throw it out.
Together with all the dead memmories it holds,
dead dreams that once fed the cat.

I see smiling faces all around me everyday and I wonder,
howmany of those are cuts left by this same beast
..this beast we call life.
She slowly kills you while u hold on for dear life.

The black hole

by

Gerhard Geldenhuys

The emptiness rips you apart.
Like a black hole that implodes it
rips you to peaces on the inside,
tears your heart from its nest.

I feel like I'm running a race,
it has no end and the beginning is
somewhere far in the distant past.
The big race against time...

Not like this, this is not how I want to be
Is this all I am ...?
Just a shell around a black hole
ready to swallow itself.

I can't explain, cant put it to words
yet I want to scream it out.
Shouting with no sound,
just letting the emptiness escape

Everybody has a partner...
Mine is the loneliness,
the quiet that is the silent killer
that comes like a thief in the night

This has to change,
somewhere
somehow
sometime...