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She’s a sex goddess
Venus herself
with her straight body
not a curve in sight
flat-chested as she is
the men salivate
they fall in line
grown men lose
their way
baby soft skin
bashful and sweet
sold to the highest bidder
big eyed wonder
tomorrow she turns eight
The flame that reminds us of our doings
The pain we have inflicted on others
The challenges we have been through
and the hurdles that are still ahead
The flame that keeps burning in us
with sparks of hope and a light of perserverance
The warmth of faith and the brightness of a better tomorrow
The flame that reminds us of our weaknesses and faults
The flame that reminds us of situations we can’t control or change,
our hleplesness and frustrations
The flame that reminds us of the
cosequences of our decisions and actions,
our misjudgements and foolishness
The flame that reminds us of our imperfections
And that we are only just human,
loaded with a bunch of faults and a
bigger room for improvement and corrections
The flame that reminds us that we are still here
for a mission,reason and speciality
that ought to be accomplished
The flame that reminds us that we are more than
we think we are
We are yet to discover our inner man
our inner ability,talents an gifts
The flame that reminds us that today is gone
Tomorrow is a gift we might not receive
but hope to get
That bygones are bygones
The flame that reminds us that
we can start all over again tomorrow
Today is a day like no other today is a day that I mourn my dear Brother,
A man I knew growing up side by side a man I lost when he died,
A void is left in his place this man was a man of humbleness and grace,
His loss is like a mountain exploded and left the dust as it has folded,
His eyes once shined and voice once heard a voice that was never feared,
The way he sat and spoke at times you would swear he was waiting just to rhyme,
This man I knew until thirty two and now he is up there amongst the chosen few,
His room stays the same and nothing has changed but the emptiness we feel is viewed in a frame,
That smile he had a warm one I might add made is seem like he was never bad,
My brother has left a void in me his humbleness has set me free, this void I want no one to see,
His pictures hang upon my wall but that’s no consolation for when he was called,
His heart was loving and his arms were wide he held me tight as a brother by his side,
The date is one I will always remember this is the day I lost a member,
Known to me a Sebastian this a man without a question,
He grew up with a name called Bill, but this was because of his size and not his will,
He filled a house with joy and laughter this big man made it all as a crafter
He loved the water and having fun, birthdays to him was the time in the sun,
He celebrated with me and my kids and to him they were his all, o how seldom we remember the small,
My brothers gone and his life has ended I miss you man and the sorrow is not pretended,
Your heart was big and your hands were too I need someone to hug me that’s someone’s you,
My back you cracked with your big arms and strength I needed that man from your palms,
We played golf and lessons were taught but now recently I feel distraught,
My brother my brother, there is no other my brother my brother today is a day like no other….
I fixed your car as best I could but I knew that that was not any good,
The day I carried you off to rest I tried not to cry with any success,
Your grave was dug and the lowering began I felt as if it was a plan
You’re gone today a year ago we will always remember you BILLO……
Finding comfort in the heart of the brother dealing with our loss gone but not forgotten, I miss you Boss
As a child growing up and he use to dance the DOGGIE was the one dance I would never chance,
He loved his mother and father dearly every day to him was he would give them a call sincerely.
This huge man with a heart of gold to all of us as family he left us with a piece of
His life a mould…
The memories we all can share in pictures taken during his life reflect his smile and not his strife,
Taken too soon as we all can say but by him leaving he has paved the way.
Today is a day I mourned a brother, today is the day like no other,
Today is the day we shed our tears, today is the day we remember our fears.
His smile is upon us no matter what and he would want us to remember him for a while…
I wil look back at my life
At my past and yesterday
I will look back at all that has crossed path with me
at the intercession of life
I will look back at my dreams
all that I have managed to dream with my eyes opened
and all that remained only as dreams and only came
at the close of my eyelids under the warm shinning summer’s moon
on the beautiful glowing with glister black dress
I will look back at all the folks with their different strokes
that I have met and soon had to part with
as such is life,season for reason and those
that have stuck with me and are deeply rooted in my being
I will look back at the lessons I have collected thus far
some carved on my skin and bones,
whilst others rooted deeply in my heart and flowing
to the veins of my brain as a constant reminder of life’s curves,
hills,thorns,blades and swords
I will look back at the lines that run deep on my face,
due to the manier times I have smiled and laughed.
Little Girl ME
To
Little Boy YOU.
I see your pain.
Screan cry hurt.
I hurt
You hurt
We hurt.
The blows-
The physical the verbal
Hitting Killing Hurting
The pain the pain the pain.
The tears –
Little Boy YOU
Let little Girl ME
Dry your tears hold you hug you
Hold you hug you heal you.
Rant and Rave
Kick and scream.
Hold you hold you hold you
Hug me hug me hide me.
Hide
From the anger
Hide
From the pain.
Search search search
Reach reach
For the past.
Patch the pain from the past.
Liltle Boy YOU
Holding little girl ME
Kissing
Hugging
Caressing
Touching the pain.
Tenderly touching the pain.
That day has arrived
The one I thought will never come
Oh! Not for him at list
For he’s the greater one of all,
Oh! The black dark cloud fell
I used to sit outside the house,
The one I used to call a home,
With the man who made it whole
And talk about the tricks of life,
“My child†he often said
“Life is not a rocking chair,
If you want to make it big in life
Climb the rocks it throws at you
That way you’ll bit the oustsâ€
Yes I miss the good old days,
But today that same old chair
Gives me nothing but lonely dreams,
The big day arrived
For me to call it quits
And start to form a list,
Of thing I’ll do onwards,
From sowing scats to learning quads
That way holly troops will fall
And I’ll be pointed to a direction.
That crazy day perched
When every one’s head is pink
And every one is soon to Greek
Unless you give your self a check
And try to find a decent job.
That final date landed
For those who plaid the game of life
For life is now, tomorrow gone
And then you’ll have to leave behind
The ones you love and work undone
But then you know you plaid your part.
If there were wings,
Wings for me to fly,
If I could fly high, into the sky
Beyond the blue sky would I fly
If there were wings
Wings for me to fly
If simply I could,
I would fly and leave the pain behind,
I would fly and never come back.
If there were wings to fly
I would fly up high above
The mountains
I would fly and never look back.
Oh! Wings protection of a bird,
Why don’t you take me beyond
Where there is no hatred tears or sorrow
Save me from this world’s pain and suffering
Mali, mali, mali ndini
Hayi mali sidakwamizwa ndini
Odaka omkhulu, ogogo
Nabo malume, naba shana babo
Futhi mali, unebhabhalazi elingapheli…
Mali uhlukanisa imindeni
Bonke abantu bafuna wena mali
Yintoni imfihlo yako mali
Mali ndini buyela lapho ophuma khona
Baphelile abantu bakithi,
befuna wena mali!
Life in Jozi is good so far,
I got a job and made some friends
Among those friends is an elderly man
Who stay in the heart of Ebony pack
There is some thing about this guy
Though He has gaffes like every man,
And I can quote the booze for one,
He drink’s his beer like its tape water
What caught my eye about this guy?
The green, green grass out side his house,
It cashes eye from far away,
“This is no ordinary loon†he says,
“It is the green, green grass from Canada landsâ€
“I don’t want paper or any trash
Anywhere near the green, green grassâ€
It’s always cut, and fairly cute
No dog or rat plays on it,
They understand it’s not a toy
