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Company we Keep

I was so young, so naïve
The world was my playhouse
I was happy, so content
Living each day for what tomorrow might bring
The hope sparkling eternal in my eyes
And then….
You touched me softly with caress
You told me politely you loved me you undressed me
With your eyes
And then…
You wrote me poems, promised me sweet nothings
While lying drunk in love under the shadow of our willow tree
We would dream and just be free
make love with pure intent.
You told me you loved me, time and time again….
But then
I told you I loved you
And you left me, lingering
You left me although you were always there
There were so many others you told the same thing
And now
I am broken, trying to fix what I didn’t break
Trying to put together piece, by piece
By piece
Allowing for no love as my heart has grew fearful
Sceptical of the world
When
You left me out in the cold, you ran from my tears
I am not lonely just afraid of the company to keep
Because the company we keep will earn us a reap
Whether good or bad, that we will become in the
Company we keep.

J.C Jacobs

Droom Huis

Daar in die verte, in die Bronberge
Le daar n sprokie wat my hart begeer
In die diepte van die groot bloekom bome en
wilgers daar sal my hart na hunker met geen keer

Op die immergroen heuwels sit n huisie;
Omring deur die skone natuur,
In die huis,
Was ek nog nooit van tevore,
Maar toe my oe die eerste dag die plekkie vind
Begin ek weer diep denkend droom soos n kind;

Ek sit daar op die stoepie op n naweek weggebreuk
En kyk uit oor die vlaktes en dink aan gister se gedagtes
In die blou lug sien ek die weerspieling van n man, met
n kleine handjie in sy groot skulp hand omring hy die seuntjie
Wat hy help met die visstok so groot en onbeskore vir sy lyfie
Probeer hy sy eerste vissie vang in ons eie dam

Ek hoor die gelag en gejuifel van my dogtertjie
Soos ek in die gras groen berg skeur inkyk, vind ek
Haar heel spelend, fluister sy saggies vir al haar troeteldiere

Dis laat middag en die twee le uitgepaas die sagte,
Bronne briese wind waai deur ons hare, soos die
Groot bome n lied sing, die perde kom oor die heuwel met
Haas, en vir ou laas skyn die son met sy streulende strale deur die
Skeur van die Bronberg se deur.

Soos die laaste glimlag vir die laaste dag, weet hy ons
Harte smag vir more-
Nog n eksotiese wonderlike dag, In die droomhuis
Wat steeds in my toekoms sit en wag……………

J.C Jacobs

Take me.

Take me to a place where there is adventure
A place of winding roads
A place that feet long to explore
A place where we never get tired

Take me to a place of peace
A place where we love with our souls
A place where we talk with our eyes
A place where the bees never sting

Take me to a place of heaven
A place where our smiles are the lights
A place where happiness noursihes us
A place where we sit next to God

Take me to a place where there’s no conformity
A place where freedom reigns
A place where liberty does not sit still
A place where we are neighbours with fraternity

Take me to that place

Bring him back to life

If I have ever failed to bow down
To You
Even for a day
I’m falling on my knees
Right now
Hoping that You listen
To what I have to say:

For twenty-three years
Passed
From hand to hand
And with every new set
The old ones disappeared

For twenty-three years
Life
Felt like one big mess
The loss
The grief
The hatred
The anger
The uncertainty
To say the least

For twenty-three years
Blessings
Were bestowed upon me
And with each of those
A sacrifice was made to Thee

I regard You as my only
Father
Not just spiritually,
But humanly
There was never another

And even though You blessed me with
Two substitute mothers
Everybody knows
The soul and heart of a young girl
Yearns
To be with her biological mother

And even though she, too, was
Ripped
From my life
Too soon
You still blessed me with a brother

One person whom I’ve come to
Believe

Will stay throughout my lifetime

One person whom I’ve come to
Believe

Will not be taken from me

One person whom I’ve come to
Believe

Will not come to the end of his life
Before I’ve reached the peak of mine

But all those believes mean

Nothing!

Nothing!

Nothing!

When I see his dying soul
Through those cold
Confused eyes

When I watch him
Barely
Holding on
His hands slipping and I can’t pull him back

When he gasps for breath
And his body screams for help

If I have ever failed to bow down
To You
Even for a day
I’m falling on my hands and knees
This very day

Begging You

Hear my plea

Hear my cry

Please!

Bring him back to life

Wishful Sleep

In my dreams I breath underwater
I sleep and all is well
upon my waking moment I feel cold winter’s bite
despite this fiery hell

Enough!

You said you needed a finger
That one of mine would suffice (It wasn’t enough)
I went and cut off my hand
And later bore the price (But it wasn’t enough)
You said you needed a foot
That mine was way too small (It would never be enough)
So I cut off both my feet
And later had to crawl (But it still wasn’t enough)
You said you needed a lung
That you were short of one (It wasn’t enough)
I gave you one of mine
Well, then, I was short of one (Yet, it wasn’t enough)
Before you needed anything else
I ripped my heart from my chest (Maybe that would be enough)
But you looked at me and said: ”Actually,
I’m in need of something else’

Dreams

High up in the sky in the glistening moonlight
My dreams float on clouds, comfy and right
Somewhere they won’t feel a fingertip
Somewhere I won’t have a sip
of them

It’s better they stay out of sight
So they won’t ever have to have a fight
Their soul awakens only in the night
They wander and wander but don’t find light

They cannot handle the hand of one
The fear of being ashes to the sun
They CANNOT, they WILL NOT shun

In one of the 24 hours, they gave in
It felt like a joy but it was a sin
They were hoping higher in one’s hand
Little they knew, soon, they’ll be grains of sand

Higher and Higher their hopes flew
Higher and Higher but none of them knew
The ray of the sun was striking at their heart
It shot! Bulls eye! Just like a dart.

Down and Down they fell
Still in the air, on the way to hell
One sin! Giving in! Led to a deadend
They shattered like Glass, It was the end…
Of them

The moon sent a shooting star
It was so near though it was so far
It awakened their souls In the day
To their home, they made their way

My dreams float on clouds, comfy and right
They made sure they stayed out of sight
They vowed in that very day
To never give way
of them.

I never imagined I’d be so insignificant

I never imagined I’d be so

insignificant.

I always thought I would save the world.

I always thought I would do

something –

history would preserve me;

The Great.

 

I cannot recall the exact point when,

but after innocence and the muck of puberty,

destiny gave way to

the quiet, chipping away of conviction;

the slow dissolving of

faith.

 

And I find myself woken up to

someone I would not recognise –

a stranger sans fire;

grappling with time and

the timelessness of ashes and dust;

grasping for any mention of special.

 

I find myself warm in my mediocre,

and the aspirations of others

yet uncomfortable in myself.

 

I never imagined I’d be so

insignificant,

nor so far gone that

I know not what to dream for anymore.

Palestine

Women are dying people are crying.
Lives are scattered bodies battered
Bombs are flying but they say we are lying
They live in a bed but we live in a shread
They say its tragic but we know as barbaric
They sleep we weep They use weapons we use stone
We live on the door of humanity but they are insanity
They know we dignified
they drip in green of of our
hard earned land
they eat sleep tear our land
but we says its in gods hands

In the kingdom

I suckled from the tree of life
Lost sight of the light
Painted my soul dark so I walk the nights
In paths frightening the fearless of souls I ride
Schizophrenic brain abluted knight
I feint the saints at sight
Stories told of me are legion-are we?
Fighting a lost war, to what glory is a won battle?
How does one fight his creator?
With every blow we throw my spirit worsens
Still seek I nurture
Away green pastures further
But farther seems my departure
The only hope of escape lies in God
A God of which I oppose Not
By choice
For I mistakenly suckled from the tree of life
And lost sight of the light

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