I lie behind the tall mountain tops
And long to drift beyond the seas
I duck and dive from the roots of my birth tree
And place myself under the shadow of one that is unknown to me
I stretch my eyes to the sky above
With a desire to follow the birds beyond the seas
I diverge my thoughts from the sunset which seems black and white to me
And admire one which my mind sees as marigold
I drink from the well, only the ones like me drink from
Dissolving its tastes into my taste buds
Adopting customs, whose backgrounds are unknown
I block out all which I could see
And envy a world invisible to me
Blinded by the mountain tops before me
My envy for the unknown
EDUCATION MY MOTIVE
Abreast I am.
Committed I am.
So why not with me?
Passion and vision you demand.
Seeing less from them you crush out.
The waving feather settles firmly on you.
Tasting your fruitfulness are doctors.
Serving them with you are teachers.
Floating on top are engineers.
The juicy part of you abound.
Them mourn no more
Because you are alive.
Stress becomes the past
Because you renovate.
Morals you demand
And motive you serve.
Calling you procrastinator
Are who in your absence.
Fighting for your greatness
Are who knows your accent.
Your mission of filling orphaned heart
With happiness is aboard your minds.
You barge through bane
To camouflage poor with rich.
Just in time
You came to my presence.
Our camaraderie is animated
With the spirit of our own strength.
Oh!
How defined you are to me.
You are called the future.
Yes indeed you are.
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.
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.
Familiar Stranger
I look at you and a stranger I see,
A stranger who once meant the world to me.
Life has a way of bending to a curve
Taking back all you’ve been handed and served
A life once intimately shared, seems distant …in the past
Memories plays like a movie… and we’re the fading cast
Once a pair, committed and as one
Now we’re as distant as the earth is to the sun
Laughter and despair shared in loving embrace
Naught too unbearable or challenging to face
I’m astounded at the stark reality of it all
How easily from grace we could fall
In the blink of an eye… smashed to smithereens
This cocoon we’ve built and wrapped ourselves in
Existing on a sphere … worlds apart…
A stranger who once captured… and filled my heart
POETS ARE MAGICIANS OF WORDS
Poets are magicians of words
They write words unforetold-powerful like swords
Like they write with their hearts in their hands
And painless,flawless,blameless.
They write poetry so lyrical,
Magical,musical,philosophical,political,metaphorical,ironical
With words of nothingness but humor.
Their words talk like words too
Of a charismatic poet in love with her muse
Enchanted by her bliss and kiss.
Black tears on his face as he writes
About his love,endymion and melancholy
With his heart in despair
Like dying daffodils without water
And his heart is in solitude
No spirit of love to make him glee
But still the poet writes and loves
And his poetry is in his heart.
The Memorial Bench
When then I sat on this memorial bench
I dug my heels into its concrete setting
Exfoliating decades of jaundiced decay
Cake upon cake now flecked
I scraped harder
layer after archived layer
Now blooded under a smooth veneer
When then I regarded this memorial bench
I winced my eyes shut to the sea’s salty spray
Disinfecting decades of petrified icing
Spray after spray now benign
I waded deeper
Wave after unthinking wave
Now sleeping under a glassy smear
When now I sink into this memorial bench
I lift my gaze beyond its varnished timber
Unscaling decades of unsculpted relief
I chisel deeper
Coat after opaque coat
Now weathered under a forgotten care
When now I recline on this memorial bench
I am transfixed heavenwards beyond the racing clouds
Transversing decades of fettered headrest
I edge closer
Now barely remembered in memorial
And when I have flown away from this memorial bench
When the bird lines on my hand have been etched
When the needle leaves the hard ground undisturbed
When the waves leave the memorial bench submerged
When even memory of the memory is benched
When then I search for the memorial bench
I will still remember you
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
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
