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The Independent Woman

I’m listening to the radio, playing a love song
Suddenly for love I long

I have a house and a car
But this does not make me happy by far

I worked hard for what I have today
But believe you me; there is a price to pay

When I go home and turn the key
No-one is there waiting for me

No-one to hold my hand
No-one to understand
No-one with whom to talk
No-one with whom to walk
No-one to be there
No- one to care
No-one to make you smile
Even just for a while

Sometimes I think it’s a curse
Or something way worst

To be a woman who is sorted and needs nothing
But in actual fact is in need of everything

Especially someone to warm the bed
Why use a blanket instead?

No-one to hold my hand
No-one to understand
No-one with whom to talk
No-one with whom to walk
No-one to be there
No- one to care
No-one to make you smile
Even just for a while

I will exchange it in a heartbeat
In order to feel the heat

For someone to love you so
And who never wants to let you go

BEING OLD

When you are born
People celebrate the birth of a new innocent soul
People are overwhelmed
By happiness, love and laughter

With hopes hanging high like white clouds in the blue skies
With expectations standing tall like sky-scrapers and
Longing for the far Future to come nearer…

Tick tack tick tack
Tick tack tick tack…

Until it comes
When time allows you to be old
Until it comes
When experience allows you to know…

Its painful…
How people look at you with disgust
How people look at you as if you don’t exist
How people look at you and feel like you are too needy

When all you need is Love
When all you need is care
When all you need is support

Its painful…
How when you have have become a child again
But a child of no innocent soul anymore

A child who’s nothing but a mere burden
A child who’s nothing but a distraction
A child who’s anything but a time delaying tactic in LIFE

Its painful…
How when time and experience has broken down ur strength
How when being Old has cut short your knowing hands
How when being Old has held your magic feet captive
How when being old has dried the wisdom in your mouth
How when being old has deprived you of your educated eyes
How when being old has stolen your careful ears

Its painful because people think you are too much

When all you need is love
When all you need is care
When all you need is support…

When you are old and have become a child again
That’s what people really take you for; a ‘mere’ child
But I can’t think of why they fail to afford you what really a child needs

Because all you need is love,
Because all you need is care
Because alll you need is support

And that’s all.

life of greatness

He saved a pupil soiled and earmarked with the blood of innocence
With his return cries of freedom were sung from shallow graves
As a formidable contender against prejudice he was undeterred by his limitations
The bearer of a nation founded on prejudice displayed a grandeurs nature
Tata Mandela, a fabric to which a whole land was cultivated and sown back together
A warrior who portrayed divine providence and liberated pupils after years of incarceration
As the rainbow that shown light into a dark nation he was flawless in his ways but unique in his take
Through his charismatic leadership he brought peace, liberated minds imprisoned for centuries and created a safe refuge for the displaced
Those who passed but never forgotten were praised with prose from a man who understood their sacrifice
Many words of endearment have been used to speak of his bravery but none of which fully encompassed his greatness
A leader who’s charismatic ways were admired by many worlds over
His courage and ability to forgive his perpetrators was like none other
He refused to let his past experiences cloud his vision for a united nation
On to the future he statuously marched with his magical aura and unique shirts
He embarked on a long walk to freedom filled with sacrifices and bittersweet moments
He coined historic phrases of wisdom that have inspired enemies to mend fences
He softened the hearts of those who only knew to hate thy neighbours
He influenced the desire to forgive in the hearts of victims who only knew decades of injustice
He exhumed elements of a saint but man he remained
With a defiant spirit he negotiated an end to a lifetime of structural indifference and hardship against people of colour
In his mind’s eye all man were born equal and none was inherently hateful
There was a magnificence about him that stood the test of time until his death bed
He remained constant throughout his life through a display of common humanity

on my way home

Through miles and lies,,
could see the holes of your heart,
could write those words in my bitter lips,
no less nor clear than the fear in your turbid eyes!
Falling off with the droplets of faith,’
‘had to take that long walk down the boulevard of ,
death and broken dreams,
With sincere greetings and mere…temptations
sleeping with inconsolable emotions’
Stories of my aunt who cacled with with hyneas’..
a hym rather, a chant from my mother’s funeral,
shame she wailed to her grave..
‘could blame my father who drank all his trove..
pity he never had love for his soul,
‘But,could thank time that tempered with such regrets..
refuged my inadequacies and ,
and sent condolencies for my heartbreaks

How can the world turn so bad at the end of the day.

In the morning early
I wake up
Outside though the window
I take a careful look
To how the wonderful world
In its sleeping beauty is silent
With the orange dawn promising another day to live

In the morning early
When the shinning stars of the night
Have fallen down upon us
Outside through the window
I pay a critical look

Up in the beautiful high sky
Dancing and singing, the birds
For a day has dawned
Trees camouflaged in green,
Marching sideways like a given command.
Tips of the green-
Grass sparkling of joy and
Flowers flashing their happiness in the colours of the rainbow
Butterflies wondering in the air and demonstrating free will.

In the morning early
I wake up
Outside through the window
I gaze and gaze
When the world is still innocent and
Full of promises

Outside through the window I look, every morning and the same question keeps popping; how can the world turn so bad at the end of the day?

Sense

Flick! Flick! Whoosh…warmth…lingers.
A tall, pointed haze; mesmerising blaze.

Middle between ring and index between middle and index embrace a crisp white cylinder of solace.

Offered up this container of slow, painful death gripped by the lips is prone.
The subtle orange glow drifts toward
the awaiting column.

Dry cries of consumed matter
dissolve…inhale…….the red eye winks at the night….exhale.

An all-consuming cloud floods the air,
throat caught up in a sultry tingle:
the process freezing time to a slow crawl…
this toxic atmosphere a vacuum aside from the buzz of activity.
An oasis.

I imagine it to feel this way; the lungs’ pain is the mind’s retreat.

Inhale..swirl…exhale. Repeat.

Until We Meet Again (Dedicated to Ruchardo Shado Maasdorp)

My friend it’s been a while since heaven called your name and you answered without thinking twice;

I guess somebody up there had connections on high;

They somehow convinced God to put you next in line;

You didn’t have a choice but to answer, I know you didn’t mean to leave those that love you most behind;

 

Another you will never be you’re one of a kind;

Trying to replace you would be a waste a time;

I know your Mamma is missing you so much and it brings tears to my eyes;

Knowing you were called so early in life;

 

You had it all in front of you, things I took for granted when I had the chance back then;

Things you will never experience and that I now regret;

I wish I could bring you back again;

I’d easily swap places with you my friend;

 

Just to bring a smile to your Mamma’s face again;

She is like a mother to me too, she always treated me like one of her own;

For that I cherish her more than gold;

I hardly see her now days, I promise you I’ll go see her soon;

 

My friend I don’t show emotions much, but I really miss you;

Thinking back to the day I got the news;

Asking God with tears in my eyes why you;

I didn’t want to believe it, guess it was hard facing the cold truth;

 

Yes I’m mad at the person who was driving that night;

Perhaps he could have taken it easier on that ride;

But I guess nobody can be blamed, we all have our destined time;

Still it hurts to know I never got to see you one last time;

 

I know we weren’t close and I knew you through a close friend of mine;

But as years passed I got to know you and it blows my mind;

You never once flipped out or treated me unkind;

You remained passive whenever we crossed paths;

 

I had the most respect for you, I just kept it in my heart;

Showing emotions for me has always been hard;

Guess it’s the result of life and the things I’ve been through;

But I want you to know my life wouldn’t be as good if God never allowed me to meet you;

 

I hope you’re doing well my friend;

You will always be close to me even though you’ve physically left;

In spirit you’ll always be here and I’ll never forget;

When I die after meeting Jesus, I’m coming too find you next, until we meet again my friend….

Unexplained_ Enermy at Work

Church a holy place to be
In front for everyone to see

This was her place, in the wooden bench
Now it makes perfectly sense

She looked at me, with mixed emotions on her face
Actually it was with utmost disgrace

I couldn’t understand, maybe it was because I was late
Next to her glaring at me was her sister, her best mate

Concentrating on church was hard
But I’ve tried my best from the start

Snap out of it, church is on
Oh my word, it’s actually done

She stood in the bench waiting on me
This I could clearly see

She took my hand, said Merry Christmas and my name
This is such a shame
Because she is playing a deadly game

The next year was the same story
She was in it for her glory

People don’t mind what they do to you
Happiness she wanted too

Never again she mentioned my name
Only in church when she was playing this game

FEAR

Today I ask the question, why me?
An answer I need, I beg of you, I plea

I seriously cannot handle it all
Because I know I’m bond to fall

Don’t you know that this can bruise?
Like seriously, would you think this is a path I would choose?

I cannot run away
Because in this game I was stationary and now it’s my turn to play

But I’m not strong enough
Why not choose someone that s tough?

It’s not that I under estimate me
But through my eyes this is all that I can see

Someone small, scared and alone
Why can’t I be tough, big with a heart that turned to stone?

I don’t know the purpose of it all
What will I learn when I eventually fall?
Is this my purpose is this my call?

All odds are against me
Everyone can clearly see

Please tell me what I should do
Send a directive with guidelines too

Because I was never here in my life before
Always behind a safe and locked door

The door swung open and I’m supposed to act
Confidence now is what I lack

Because I really don’t know the way forward from here
Yes I confess…it’s called FEAR!!!

Role Of An Underdog

I’ve been underestimated since my youth;

Played the role of underdog like a pro regardless of the shit I’ve been through;

Wanted to give up a time or two;

As those around me pretended, setting me up to be ran through;

 

I’m not complaining at all I’m just trying to explain;

That I’ve been forced to endure days of never ending rain;

Persecuted as an innocent man and put on trial;

Found guilty of crimes I didn’t even do in my life;

 

Now that I’m made with my name in lights;

You want to be there for me as if you always were by my side;

And you get offended when I ignore you in plain sight;

Calling me arrogant, when I’m just paying you back for all those times;

 

You forced me to wipe away tears I never even caused myself to cry;

Where were you when I needed a friend just to talk;

Whenever I called you hit ignore;

When we met face to face you turned away as if I embarrassed you from the public point of view;

 

Now that I roll solo you want us to be cool;

As if nothing was wrong but that’s something I just can’t do;

I may be saved but I ain’t holy, that’s Jesus’s job not mine;

Even if I loose points in Heaven, I’ll take my chances until I reach the after-life;

 

When I had the chance to take revenge I refrained;

When I could have ended your life I turned the other way;

All I’m asking is stop trying to make up for past mistakes;

I don’t want your apology and I don’t care about what you have to say;

 

You see I was forced to play the role of underdog and I did it like a pro;

So if you want to be friends now, the answer is a hard no;

See you next life time, maybe God will have mercy on your soul cause I won’t;

I lift my middle finger and write you off as a thing of the past;

You thought you broke me, but you only strengthened my heart.

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