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So when she walks into the room
I think of where, and think of whom
Her mind encompasses and beholds
In a place special to her, but truth be told
As her eyes meet mine
And our hands entwine
That its I she longs for
In heart, mind and more
And I, he who wants her so
To hold in the dims of lifes afterglow
Until heavens cloth reveals dawningís pale
When morning stars our love unveil.
I recall a tale so tall
When the sun did call
Me to that rock
For a view my soul begot
And to this day
While pines did sway
I see the lonely road
With friends abroad
That brilliant red sky
That mountainside high
And at the end of that road
The lodge with a view to behold
Where at night we were scared
Though with fear uncompared
To the thoughts we now share
Of our moments spent there
There at the dam wall
Along side its seasonal fall
Where we then laughed and bathed
And at night at stars did gaze
And wish upon those bright
That our time would face no plight
For the love for that place and each other
As she cradled our hearts like a mother
Our faces slicing thru the cold cold breeze
As the fire glowed until the sun revealed
The light to day and the splendour free
Of Steenbrass dam and what it means to me.
day gone wrong
When the sun has set on a day gone wrong
And the clouds on the horizon are there to hide the sunset
They have walked with me all of my day
Now they conspire against me, my mind lead astray
To a place too far off in the distance of pain
To that area where the trees are all dead
Where life is gasping at its very last breath
And staleness chokes my world I have known
My future, it dies in the thought of the day
My past it torments, as my dreams fade away
Into void beliefs of life and of me
Then Iím judged and Iím cursed by my self and by me
I seem to see what my eyes did not see
And bare witness to a sin outside of my realm
Of understanding and acceptance and repentance
So forgiveness is a language I understand not and never speak.
And I will not and want not of its shared fruits, its mirage of peace
Iím so angry and tired and death calls for me
And I heed not its call for it cannot help me
Someone help , lift me out of this misery I feel
Take my hand, hold it tight tell me what is real.
the big play
Let me to my game, its mine
Donít play it with me youíll waste your time
I fly solo high above this ground
Leave me soaring, safe and sound
Donít mirror me, or mimic the best
At a play Iíve acted to you and the rest
Of your kind and your way
Donít run, this is my stage I direct this play
I see you through your make up your false eyelashes and tears
I learn so much more thereof thru all of my years
Of leading you this way and that in the scene of attraction
So lets get a move on to the next scene- Camera, lights action
Open up your heart and let me fall upon it like a shadow.
Lets do it to each other one two three in a row
Then weíll all fall short of the real in the audience
And all of us will never experience
The big play in the sun at times directed by the moon
Where the shadows that fall are of those that swoon
For the one for is for me and only for you
And the scene that is delivered is directed so true
So I may walk the lengths of your hearts stage and you fill mine
Until the final curtain falls and we run out of lifesí airtime.
WHEN IN DOUBT AND DEPTH OF WHICH IS UNEXPLAINED
I TAKE TIME OUT TO REMEMBER THIS HAS CHANGED
THE GOOD TIMES TO BAD AND THE BAD TIMES TO WORSE
FROM THE BLESSED REUNIONS, THE SEPERATION TO THE WORDS THAT I CURSE
BORN FROM THE VOID IN MY HEAD FROM THE PLAY ON THE STAGE
OF MY TRUST AND MY LOVE IN THIS UNION WITH YOU
WHERE WORDS SPOKE IN GEST ARE THE WORDS SPOKEN TRUE
AND THE WORDS THAT WERE MEANT WERE HIDDEN BETWEEN TWO
WHO ARE FRIENDS AND ARE FOES WITH KNIVES IN THIER HANDS
WHO PLAY IN THE FIELDS WHERE FALSE SEEDS WERE SOWN
AND CUT THRU THE STEMS TO CLEAR OUR PATH TOGETHER
BUT THE YOUNG THAT ARE SLAIN GROW TO ECHOE IN MY PAST IN EVER
THE VOICES DONT EXPLAIN THEY SPEAK BITTERNESS TO MY HEART
IN THEIR CRY I SEE WHY WITH YOU I'VE NEVER BEEN ABLE TO PART
AND I EXPLAIN TO MY SELF THAT WHICH I CANNOT SEE
THAT WHICH GIVES MEANING TO YOU AND THE UNMAKING OF ME.
Holiday when I was young. - SOETWATER
At that seaside.
Where yearly weíd reside
Where campfires lit the nearby rocks
And no care was given to locks
When fish and gulls greeted us in noons mid hour
And the sea air caressed the shore from here to the tower
Did we set up camp each year
And soon after all the others would appear
In white and red and colors many
Their tents in all shapes and sizes did vary
And all of us would swim at the rock pool
Where young and unable would use it as a tool
To learn to swim and play with each other
Until the time Iíd hear the call from mother
For lunch was ready
The fire used, father still kept steady
Until the sun waved good bye behind the faraway reef edge
Where the beach man from the zebra jeep for perlemon only tred
And the waves sky high he had timed to perfection
To miss the waves that exploded after each resurrection
And with fire still glowing dad reached for more wood
To feed the hungry flames and scare off those whoíd intrude
The sea sky red and the sand hills blue
Iíd say goodnight to the sea and bid the rock-jumping adieu
For my tent was my home and from it Iíd not stray
ĎTil the soft seaside breeze of the light of the new camp day
The other day I was there at the place where I memories did borrow
And now was tomorrow and tears welled up in sorrow
For those days were gone and only in my minds eye Iíd see
The reds all sizes, the zebra jeep and how they moulded me.
When the hour comes
When the hour comes to call back time
And the road ahead is at toils dead end
Would you know that the sweat you've sold
For the returns sometimes so void
In fact and deed hold their weight in gold
Or silver or earth or emptiness of one heart or being
And would you know that in thoughts upper room
In soulful joy and tongues of happiness, of you, he would speak.
But in regrets endless chamber that sorrow would echo
Like the coldness of winter in the crisp of its day.
And would you think of, he who loves you, in the still of your day.
In the chills of the evenings when lights eye closes.
When the sun turns he's face and the stars are but dust
And the writing in them is erased.
Remember in ever it will be and without reason he will love
For to he who lives this, there is no other above.
WHEN I LOOK BACK AND SEE
TO WHEATHER IT WAS YOU, WHEATHER IT WAS ME.
IF I DID IT RIGHT, IF ITS YOU THAT WAS STRONG
IF I WAS TOO WEAK, IF You WERE JUST WRONG
COULD I HAVE CHANGED IT TO THE DAY
WHEN OUR SHADOWS CAME OUR WAY
COULD YOU HAVE SWEETEND, WHAT HAD SOURED
WHEN DISTRUST, OUR LOVE DEVOURED
AND THE STAKES PIERCED THRU OUR HEARTS
IN ONE CUT, SLIT OUR WORLD APART
WE WERE TO FAR TO SEE
HOW IT WAS WITH YOU, HOW IT HURT ME
YOUR HAND WAS OUT OF MINE
OUR NEEDS, OUR WANTS, WERE OUT OF TIME
TOGETHER WE'D LOST REASON
WITH OUR LOVE IN HIGH TREASON
I IMPRISONED YOU IN CELLS OF FALSEHOOD
YOU TRIED YOU BEST, YOU GAVE IT ALL, YOU NEVER COULD
SAVE THIS STORY FROM ITS END
I NEVER WOULD HAVE THAT LOVE TO SPEND
YOU ROBBED ME THEREOF
I WITHDREW, I LET YOU STARVE.
NOW .I LOOK BACK .I SEE
YOU'VE SEEN WHAT I SEE
WHEN YOU, I DID NOT, AND LET BE
IN ME, IN YOU, ITS OURS THAT MAKES US WE.
WE IN PAIN, US IN TEARS
OUR PICTURES EVER CLEAR, NEVER FADED
OUR LOVE WILL LAST ALL ITS YEARS
MY HAND IN YOURS, MY HEART FOR YOU EVERY DAY, HOWEVER JADED.
How in many can you find
One ahead or one behind
The first one good the next one bad
Which is good which is sad
All the same
Who claims the fame
Of being the one
In all who have won
The prize 1st and second
Is last best while second beckons
To be at the top
At a place you forgot
All the rest in a line
Day after when youíre fine
And ready to open
Render less than a token
Of all that you are
Shared to much gone to far
To ever be the one
For the true champion
Imaginary sword worn out armour
Bedraggled knight aging charmer
In your eyes not of you
As to each you bid adieu
When the games are played
Your person slayed
Who is won, and fared beyond
Rounds before, when 1sts no more.
Who is 1st in all who won
but he whoís last the final one
Theyíve got a disease
All conduct with such ease
Sins of men all dead
Like a verse easily read
From the bible of normal
Sometimes casual sometimes formal
Doesnít matter which way it sways
All that matter is in the play
Acted out so often
That the evil in it softens
And is swallowed smoothly
Drink tasting sweet or drink tasting cruelly
Drunk together and all as one
What is bad now becomes fun
And in loves cloak it silently spreads
From one tongue to another's head
Believed as real
Perceived as trivial.
And life loses shape and distorts form
As it coughs up blood from a disease called the norm.
I WISH I WAS THERE FROM THE START
OF YOUR SPECIAL MOMENT TO PLAY A PART
TO FEEL WITH YOU THE FEELINGS FELT
TO WATCH AS MY COMFORT YOUR FEARS MELT
TO SING ALONG TO THE TUNE
OF YOUR GIRL LEFT TO RUIN
WHEN YOUR WOMEN UNCOVERED
THAT TO BE DISCOVERED
AFTER ALL THE PAIN
ALL BUT DRIED UP TEARS
ON MY GOUND AFTER ALL THE YEARS
STILL UNFORGOTTEN STILL IN MIND
UKNOWINGLY HURTFULL ,UNKNOWINGLY UNKIND
TO MY WISH FOR WHATS PURE
THE ONE TO ENDURE
TO BE ONE TO MAKE SURE
ALL TEARS ARE NOT WASTED
WHEN THE WORLD OF YOU TASTED.
A tear in the soul
I donít know who i am.
Is it who you say i am?
Is it what i think i am?
I donít know so i donít think of what i am
I just am
Is who i am now?
Or then long ago.
When it was good.
When i cried when it was bad.
Was i really sad?
Or was it all a facade
I donít know I just am
Do you love me for who i am?
Should YOU not know who i am?
If you love me
If i lied it was who i am.
Was who i am .who i am now?
Is your love seeing now..?Or then
Because on this who i am would depend
And if you canít, then you canít love.
me for who i am.
I canít apologies if today is not who i was then
There at the glassy mirror like lake
Where a new hobby in me did wake
Where pine trees the reservoir did guard
Like soldiers acting furiously at the south easters command
There in distance a trail appeared
And to the mountainous gloriously disappeared
From the noodhoek lookout hut
To the Chapmanís peak, now shut!
Up the zig zag path at the Constantiaberg foot
To the small scary elephants eye cave route
Then back to reservoir for a midday day braai
As we watch the squirrels run and the dragonflies fly
And in winter with thick dressing we the mountains traversed
And in summer the little ravines did quench our thirst
Where at sunset aromas of barbecue prevailed
And across one bank to the next echoes of laughter back and forth sailed
Is where I spent of the most joyous moments, home and away
A place called Silvermines where pines once swayed