The road less traveled is full of gravel and stones
The road less traveled has no sense of direction towards home
It only knows forward
It only knows what lies in front of your feet
Filled with defeat
The road less traveled is for the brave
For those hungry to make a name for themselves
Those that don’t tire
The road less traveled is no place to retire
It’s a place to build
A place for those willing to sacrifice for a chance to live
A chance to breathe
Pull up your sleeves and fight
We don’t rest
Not even in the night
The road less traveled is not for the weak, meek
Keep track of time because you lose everyday
You must know what you came here to say
What you came here to do
The road less traveled is not for those who came to play
But for those who came to do
Put on the right shoe
So that when it’s time
You’re ready for kicking and screaming
Fight for your life
The road less traveled is not for those with rights, but those who earn
The road less traveled is for he who knows it’s his turn!
The Road Less Traveled
The Story Of Me
I am a girl
I am a different girl
I am a unique girl
I am just me
As well you can see
No one can be more me than me
Listen this is the story of me
I know I can be “high”
I know I can be shy
But this story can never be a lie
I might talk out of turn
But at times I make heads turn
Yep! That’s right my name is Matilda
Just so you cannot be bewildered
The story is going on for a little longer
A lot do indeed hate me
Many have failed to tame me
They call me many name
Some have even called me lame
But come what may this is my game
This Is The Story Of Me
MY HUSDAND TURN INTO A MONSTER
I remember when we meet.
Everything was fine
You look at me
With a wondered eyes, asking
Yourself whether I will accept
Your love or not?
You told me more than thousand of times
That you love me
You said those words with a lovely voice,
Sometimes you smiled with fear
You cried for my love, until I agreed to say
I learned to love you while you were proposing
And I told myself that you’re a wonderful man, when
You deserve my love, but I was lying to myself.
In our home where I call it home, today it has
Turned into a jail, I get beaten every time you get home.
My body is weak, my soul is crying, my eyes are hurted
Cant up see it.
The beauty that you as yesterday today has become
Crushed, am like a trash because of you.
My lovely husband why?
I thought you loved me
But today I see all the reason why you lied to me.
You wanted to tear my heart, break my limbs,
Crush my beauty, all in my lovely
Husband turn into a monster.
I am still Human!
When you pass me on your way to work
When you stare at me with disgust
When you look away with shame
Please remember that:
I AM STILL HUMAN!
Ignoring my existance won’t extinguish me
Spitting on me won’t make me disappear
Turning a blind eye won’t vanish me
Please remember that:
I AM STILL HUMAN!
When I bow to you begging for a penny
When I give out my dirty hand unto you
When I gaze at you with innocent eyes
And when I smile at you with yellow teeth and a bad breath
Please remember that:
I AM STILL HUMAN!
Sleeping on cold concrete street floors
doesn’t make me less of a human
Eating out of gabbage bins and dumping sites
doesn’t make me a dog
Wearing dirty old clothes and not taking a bath
doesn’t make me a virus,bacteria,or some disease you should be scared of
Begging all day long
doesn’t make me inferior to you
Having no place to call home
doesn’t make me an animal
Please remember that:
I AM STILL HUMAN!
When you sleep at night
please thank and count your lucky stars
When you think that you are too fat
please think of the starving
When you don’t like the clour of your shoes
please think of walking with cracked heels on a winter day
Please remember that:
I AM STILL HUMAN!
For I have a heart that pumps blood through my veins
For I have feelings of love and pain,like when you spit on me
For I still have hope for a brighter day:
that oneday you would look past my
unhygiene,my begging,my starving,my stinking scent,my poverty
That you would one day look into my eyes
and see the grace that I have;that I am a nice person and well mannered
that you would listen to me and hear my hopes and dreams alongside
my passion and ambition
that you would listen to my heartbeat and feel the love I have inside of me
and that you would give my hand a helping hand
and not ignore me but encourage me to reach my goals
by teaching me how to fish
by remembering that I am God’s image
by remembering that humanity is lost when we stop fighting for one another
And most importantly remembering that:
I AM STILL HUMAN!
Your Last Friend
There comes a time where time slows
Time just slows ’til it stops
And you can’t breathe
There comes a time when your insides are exposed
Every look towards you is hot
It burns ’til you can’t take the heat
Where your throat clogs up and it hurts
The world
The world no longer turns
Dead still
Your heart beat – lost
In a moment
A lifetime of pain washes down
It brings bags and relatives, it stays
It stays
The smell of blood lingers
Nothing
Is there
Cries
Nothing
Silence
The highest mountain, you can’t breathe
Can’t descend
Where pain engulfs you, holds you, squeezes, grips, extends a hand and doesn’t let go
It holds you
Sort of like soothing
But it’s digging at you, it’s digging
Closer and closer to your core
’til you scream you can’t take it anymore
But it’s not that kind of visit
Death
Touches you, kisses you, makes love to you, cuddles, holds you, squeezes, grips, extends a hand and never lets go
Death
Will linger until your last breath
Death
Your Last Friend.
Cape of No-Hope
Two hours
’till the silence of midnight falls.
And our sun hasn’t set.
Come outside and smell
the desolate red dusk of blazing eternity.
The endless humidity of clammy liquid air
filling the vessel known only as sky.
And when, from beneath the burning heat of the twilight’s waxing gibbous your face wanes for want of communion,
you find only the grating,
Grazing roar of the earth’s orbit
For a lullaby; its
Not obnoxious enough to split the ear drum of the fortunate
and not soothing enough to relieve the hearts of the omnipresent nobody’s.
So we bask in the red stained moonlight of a crimson twilight.
We burn in the heat of innumerable stars.
We shade our face from the blistering midnight,
until
Eskom turns off the street lights and we are human once more.
Wrapped in the blanket of our desolation beneath the unyielding gaze of fortunate passers in their
Civic.
Until
tomorrow’s soliloquy of sympathy conveys our misfortunes and illuminates our nothingness once more.
No food.
No bread.
Family to feed.
Please help.
I’ll Bend For You
As much as I can fold,
I’ll go
I’ll wrap up all my soul,
You know
I’ll trim back parts of me you don’t like,
So we won’t fight,
So you’ll be right,
So you can…
Tell me when it’s enough
When I’ve smoothed out the rough
Not deserving of your love?
I’ll do whatever, I’ll give me up.
Fold me over till I’m tiny
For your L.O.V.E
You won’t see the real me
Tell me now, am I worthy?
Kiss of death
As you lay in this street,
Your body broken,mangled,
Your blood dripping of my hands,
Bones and intestines on display.
You cannot speak.
Your eyes they beg for release.
My mind understands your plea.
But my heart,
Every thing that is my heart says no.
If it must be mercy,
Then death’s kiss for you,
Must be thunder and flame.
Close your eyes.
Find a better place.
The last sight you see,
Must not be me.
The tears in my eyes,
Blurs my vision.
I place the gun against your head,
Hands shaking.
Hoping my aim is true.
I pull the trigger.
For you.
This will be release.
For me.
This is where my life ends.
She was
She was sweet,lovely,kind and cheerful
She was one of a kind,always cared for everyone,
always gave away our old clothes,
always gave me a good hiding whenever
I lost my school jersey(a habit I’ve since lost)
with a wet bath cloth in the bath
Always gave us a fit when we didn’t
finish our plates,
“People are starving and you’re ungrateful”
Being a kid then I didn’t understand
but I do now
I was my brother’s keeper,being the firstborn,
back and forth from creche I would take him
I hated it then,
but when another kid would make fun of him
I would in a heartbeat try to discipline that damn kid!
She left that day and somehow,
I knew that she wasn’t coming back
as she’d often do
It was June the 12th when we were told
of their passing a day after my birthday
we almost cried our eyes out but luckily we didn’t,
imagine being blind and parentless!
It was June the 17th when she was placed
in a brown box,she laid in it,
as beautiful as I always remembered her,
but she seemed numb,cold and lifeless,
I thought however that the box seemed
too small and stiff,but anyway it mattered not,
since it will be put in a six feet pit,which will be decomposed
by the earth and all the worms and whatever that lived in the earth,
in maybe a day,or a week or a month but definitely
It will be tattered and just bones left
She was our everything
She was our mother and provider
Our protector and disciplinarian
She was our guardian and mentor
She was our rock
She was our mother.
The flame of rememberance
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
