Denial be my friend I beg
Cuddle my hopes, embrace my faith and curese my love
Shadow my every move shading me from the rays of reality,
LIE to me about my hearts’ demize ,
Denial please I beg be my eternal companion for your absence brings absolute truth
Let your existence blind me, bind me and confine me so the truth can’t find me
Denial
Each Day I Lie To You
My love for you lays hidden
Reared by Stereotype and Misconception
Asleep on IIgnorance’s sweet bosom
Hatred’s favourite son
My love for you lays hidden
Atop of towering castles
Built proudly by my Forefathers
Kept shielded from your foreign eyes
My love for you lays hidden
Sheltered by my place of worship
Guarded by my native tongue
My love for you lays hidden
In the company of Class and Social Norms
‘You will never be like us’
My love for you lays hidden
Caged by flesh and bone
Wrapped neatly in my distinctive tone
My love for you lays hidden
Set it free
Set it free
Open my heart and let it bleed on yours
I am no slave
I am not your servant.
I am a child of the Most High;
Praying for you day and night.
I am no prisoner.
Nor am I your slave;
What keeps me from being free?
You keep track of my flaws.
Then you betray my trust;
Have you lost your soul?
You complain about my presence.
Yet, you worry about my plans;
Refer to your own venomous tongue.
Lone Rock
Once a lone big rock
Surrounded by ordinary trees
Sitting in a far corner of the forest…
Lone rock that none cared for
Nature forced its wrath on it
Its’ worth never noticed
The sun rays burned it
Lighting strike and broke it
Rains damaged its smooth surface
The winds and all forces did their share
Lone rock that none cared for
Footpaths circled far away
Neither animal nor human saw its use
Day and night it remained
Didn’t have the power to move
Fires broke out around it
Birds waste paint its surface
But one out of million notice it
Saw the worth in it
Embraced its beauty
Lone rock that none cared for
Transformed by nature
Its rough edges, cracks and bird waste
Turning it into a masterpiece
Lone rock that none cared for
One man saw and appreciates
Took pictures that went viral
Soon they all talked about it
Lone rock, now camped in and guarded
With stardom and splendor
Becoming a wonder of the world
It’s beauty crafted by nature’s forces
Crafted beauty admired by many
Talked about by plenty
Lone rock, the wonder of the world
Mold to perfection by imperfection
Formed to be a great treasure piece
Trails created close to it
People visiting it every hour
Lone rock by default or design
God’s wonder over time
Music Tree
Wait for me he said
The journey is far and wide
The road difficult
But wait for me
I will search and bring it back
The music tree, yes I say
I will wait
How I know not
Of this I never did hear
Is it green I wonder or a box
Surely I will come he said
It will be heavy and tiresome
I’ll carry the load
To make you comfortable
Just you wait, I will bring
Sweet music it will make
I wonder how
But I know you
A music tree I know not
And I agree
You will come
My tree I’ll have
Beautiful it will sound
So I wait
Years may go by
The journey is far and wide
I know you’ll come
A Sanguine Melancholy
Bound by mortal chains
Left cold to the touch by Life’s fleeting ways
Like phantom lost from Lover’s heart
Condemned to memory of days gone past
A sea of consciousness, an ocean of thoughts
These stars shine dull on Earth’s darkened soil
Like slaves sat at wooden prisons
Coerced to pay for Mother’s gifts
Three eyed but dormant, marooned in their comforts
Stirred only by their binocular vision
Does he not see that he is friend and that he is foe
Does he not know that the lioness weeps as she hunts the gazelle
Oh Son of Man
Dance to Fate’s beating drum
For I have become accustomed
To this lonely conversation
Without Death’s Certainty
Without Death’s certainty, my Love,
I would neither mourn, nor cherish you
You would be resigned
To an old page in my story
Without Death’s certainty, my Love,
I would neither wake, nor stir
The birds’ song would grow dull,
As I lay through Summer and Spring
Without Death’s certainty, my Love,
I would neither laugh, nor cry, nor smile
Lost only in perpetual thought,
Eternal Youth etched upon my face
Without Death’s certainty, my Love,
I would fashion fables
Tales of Father & Son
Sinners and saints
Doomed to forget,
My inevitable return
I wish
I wish within a beat lay the answers to us,
That with every note all became clear
And with every lyric true feelings flowed
And with that the melody made it all worthwhile
Facade
They do not know. No one really does. She keeps all at arms length. Never letting anyone in too close- too near. She let’s them see what she wants them to see… but slowly the armour is starting to shatter. The rust is becoming visible and soon she is uncomfortable. She still wears her mask.
She struggles being afforded with compliments and praise or others viewing her positively but secretly she yearns for more acknowledgement. She is a complex being. She is both strong and fragile. She does not know who she really is but she is not who she use to be… but what she does not know is that she has changed. She has been shaped by her experiences. She still wears her mask.
why does she wear this mask, all too often? why can she not take it off and bear her soul? Is she afraid of her reality? Possibly. She is overwhelmed by her thoughts and the pressure she puts on herself. She is afraid of her dreams. She is both proud of who and what she is and terrified by her being at the same time. She still wears her mask.
Does anyone truly care, she asks? In the true essence of the word. She still wears her mask. She tries to slowly peel off her mask, but this sparks tears, fuels an undesirable unwanted uncomfortable feeling. She still wears her mask. She feels protected with her mask on. No one will ever know about her. She feels in control. Why then does this mask not make her happy? She still wears her mask. She stands lethargically alone staring at this mask she wears in the mirror. She is tired. She is weary. She is afraid… but she has also come to the realisation that as the years have passed, she has outgrown this mask. It no longer serves her. In fact, it never did. She starts to slowly remove it, welcoming any unpleasantness it brings as the tears roll down her cheeks.
She breaks as she falls to the floor, unable to face herself in the mirror. She indulges this feeling and chooses not to fight with herself anymore. She reluctantly forces herself to get up again, to stand and face the truth she sees in the mirror. The tears start flowing again but this time, because of an awakening. A catharsis unfolds. She sees reflected back at her, the strength she gained from adversity, the love she has for others and herself, the pride of how far she has come and the contentment of realising she is worthy of an abundance of blessings she has received and those that are yet to come.
She still battles with this new feeling, with not having on her armour but she is on a journey, okay with knowing that she does not always have to be okay… okay with accepting the misfortunes of the past and letting that fuel her growth… She is learning to be okay with herself…
She no longer wears her mask
Live!
Live!
When you live – you laugh, you cry
You make a difference
When you live – you fall, you try
You are the difference
Challenges, obstacles, disappointments;
Life’s hurdles.
Peace, harmony, joy;
Life’s victories.
You have the choice to revolutionize!
Change within and change your world.
You have been given the power to save!
Save within and save your world.
My nation, my children
Make a difference
My nation, my children
You are the difference
