Dry tears, they don’t need wiping.
Broken heart beating as whole,
Pieces don’t need collecting.
Closed doors providing comfort,
They don’t need opening…
Cold winds hugging my soul,
I didn’t see signs saying “Warning”.
Living with death breaths; words that kill.
The smell of hunger as my signature,
Looking for what I have.
I cover you with rags of “I’m Sorry’s”,
Closed eyes looking at the bigger picture while writing love letters on the walls of my soul,
Ink as your blood as you bleed from the pain, I figure.
Tainted view of who I am, looking at myself through my name.
Selfishly singing the same tune,
“I love youâ€,
While still fighting with the same fume.
Stop walking lonely next to your love;
I know I’ll be home soon.
Same Steps As Before
I am more than just my skin
If I take off my skin an walk around naked in my flesh
Would you still be able to tell that I am black
If I tear down the walls and stand on a mountain
Would you be willing to hear my voice
I have a personality that is within
I am not just the colour of my skin
But it contributes to who I am
My identity
The person within
U see my darkness as a misfortune,
U see it as a curse
I see it as a blessing,
I see it as a strength
This skin an all I have within has given me a voice
I choose to be a survivor not a victim
I am not bound by your unwillingness to recognize colour
Or humanity
I am not your victim, I am not your slave
I am a survivor, I have risen to higher level of self realization an consciousness
I will not be a slave to history
Instead I will embrace it an make sure it never repeats its self
I am more than just my skin.
By Desire
By desire,
The King sent forth
this proclamation,
That the Jews may return
to their homeland,
That the priests and the
Tribes of Judah may
rebuild the temple,
That the prophecies of the
prophet may be fulfilled,
by great desire.
Outcry of a stranger
A thousand names I own
But they are not my own
Echoes of my cries, mere sounds
My blood sought in every crowd
Wounded to danger, I am
In a home that is not my own
A reminder not to stay
I have been casted away
Shackled by you brother and
Taunted by you sister
Forsaken by you
Though I am connected to you.
The Painter
The image of the painting whispered with ease into my heart,
Sweet words that made no sense into my ears.
I stood motionless, glancing at every facet of what,
Seemed like a painting of love captured by the hands
Of a painter that knew not love.
The love of the painting colored the heart of the painter,
Giving her the wisdom and freedom to love prodigiously,
Filling her soul with astute.
But yet still, the painter knew not love.
Conflicted
It never felt so good to hold you in my arms, this warm gentle spirit I call my wife
Let the hurt and pain of the ordinary dissolve into the dust that once spawned life
I seek refuge in your ever forgiving heart and your undeterred courage
A courage that is relentless in the face of my overwhelming stubbornness
You protect me and I don’t see it
You save me but my pride doesn’t allow it
I push you away and all you do is stand there and accept me
I feel it now as your love breathes life into this baron soul
Stand by me now; hold on for a little longer
Stay with me now and I’ll hold you forever
Tears of joy
Tears of excellence
Tears of happiness
Tears of appreciation
All a revelation of ambition
Ambition brought by pain,conquered by tears leading to tears winning.
Living a life of laughter is never healthy for a wealthy person as it shows no victory.
Tears and joy were never set on one time but their force of conquering fear and pain attracted them to attention of Tears of Joy.
Grant me a pen and paper to write the power trip of Tears of Joy.
Noooo…..
How could one write down the power I feel within my heart.
Heart,hear the high hill of hatred falling as hailstone
Heart,listen to words spoken by my voiceless tears
My heart,take action of my voiceless tears..
These are the tears tearing the tower of terror
The tears flowing like a river in ones eye fall
Tears leaving the strangers of Earth speechless
These tears are found everywhere but expirienced by few..
These are the tears I found when I found you.
Untitled
on a sunny day
bright and warm
fun games we play
new circles form
our choir sings
the mornings we meet
angels without wings
bad breath, happy feet
Soos Glas
Ek was altyd ’n eenvoudige persoon,
Nie in moeilikheid gekom of gesoek nie,
Nie ’n druppel hartseer of verwyt gehaad nie,
Nie ’n smeersel huiwer nie,
Groot hart met baie liefde.
TOE:
jy deel die nuus,
skielike
treursame
nuus
van die persoon wat die meeste vir my beteken
se
dood
ek kan dit nie verwerk nie,
ek begin
bars
kraak
breek
knars
huil.
Splendour of Words
I cannot imagine a world without words
When i need to heal a scar they are right on my side
When all is said and done i use words to fuel my life
I just realised without words we cannot visualise
Therefore with our eyes we cannot see the light
This is why i cannot envision a world without words
It would be like trying to read a book with no words
Hoping to see the kingdom of heaven while lavking faith
