Gaping heart wound
There is no wound deeper that the one from the dagger of love.
I watch my lover departs, leaving this drained soul drowning in the tears of sorrow.
Mixed emotions flow through my veins.
Strange, I had a hand in engraving this huge dagger into my heart,
and only when it was removed did I realize the extent of damage created.
Forgive me, how can I not fall for thee when you wear such a smile?
I am drenched in this black water from the dam of empty hearts.
Rinse my skin with your tears of joy.
I live in hope and belief that for once we've met so we should meet again in a while,
and that day will be blessed for that I would heal and mend my soul with your smile.
I am but pleased you are gone, gone with the wind into the skies.
Only I know how you will land, that land I despair the most, that land of gold
so old and bold sends cold shivers down my spine.
Keep your heart veiled with love because I will let mine bleed on your name.
So please stay true to the game, come back and wipe the lame off my face,
and put a new taste in my mouth.
Be brave young man so I tell myself, climb out of that grave of sorrow,
and pave the way for tomorrow until this crave for your touch is conquered.
Until your palm touches the skin of my heart and brings calm to this chaotic heart of juvenile emotions.
When you eventually bless me with your presence this feeling will blast off like volcanic larva,
and spill on your cheeks in tears that only you can see.
Grace this place and mind your pace as you take your place in my heart.
So this is what you feel when you love,
this is what you feel when the love goes,
this that you feel is sad but dont feel bad this love will be back,
and you will continue on the same track, the track that leads to the mountains of joy.
The track that leads to Mount Everlasting, leaving the pack behind.
So this that is gone is already here, so don't be sad be glad.
This that I feel so sadly is love and this love is for you.
My heart is healed and the sorrow is killed, the future is to be lived.
Xanti.
Crumbled In Steps
Taken away from my beloved country. I
am a son to those who would stand outside,
call my name and I would answer "Im
comming". Sitting and facing backwards on
a raft on the dask of the lastday before the begining
of the new moon of rains. The transaction
had been made and I captivated.
Across my head, past my ears, over my shoulders
the cold.. cold wind blew as I sat and watched
the land drift away and a new life would begin.
Taken away from my beloved country . I ,
I am a brother to those with two left hands.
Sitting and facing backwards in a raft, my ears
fall deaf to the tone of their voices, but hands idle
to their call. Im tied up to a solid post.
Over waters, in the sea to which my life line extends
to snap from the motherland of many who pride their
graves for having fallen in fought of that beloved land.
Taken away from my beloved country. I, I ..I used
to be a man. A man to that, that knew my place in a
home. Sitting and facing backwards in a raft, my left
leg had broken, my crutch inaccessable. The pain was
excruciating.
Under the spell of daze in pain, I zoned to delusional thoughts
of the yet to be seen land of the pail. I couln't set foot.
Taken away from my beloved country. I, ..I, ….I
was a father.
Sitting and facing backwards in a cannoe. Helplessly
before my very eyes, I sew my world crumble, watched
my flesh get ripped apart.
In pain, I was killed………
To whom it may concern
From: Elkan P
When your tears come rushing down your face faster than your fears it`s time to realize you ought to change your pace
Few will enventually understand,
Yes, where you stand is nothing less than quick-sand…
As time triumphs though tending to tip over temporaly tenderly touching your tormented tangible truth terrorizes a single thought
Brought forth by tricks thrown reckless`,
you better fight, fight, fight, fight…go on punch, pinch, bite, dont curse, but dont stand…
Let it not convince you,
Let it rinse you,
P.S Remember there is only one person who will wipe your tears and chase away your fears.
Sincerely yours Elkan Paruque
The sound of love
The sound of love
Love is a sound
A sound in my head
A sound which makes
People dance and scream
Loud with joy and pride
“Listen to me and feel me
I am truly yours
Love
I am a sound that is wild and
This soothes your soul and heart
I am love
I am music in your ears
I am beautiful and inspirational
From your hair follicles
To your toenails
You can feel the vibration
Of my sound
I am love
Tears tearing down with
Fresh sounds and melodic moods
Feel me I am truly
Come with me
You will play on the piano
I can be an instrument
You can sing with me
I am love
And I am in love with sound”
Love is a sound
M.S.G Seko
2004
Africa ho senyehile kae?
Hoseng ka matjeke re tsoswa ke o moholo mokgosi;
Re bona hlopha sa batho se bokanetse setopo;
Topo sa morwetsana thoteng thoko ho motse;
Ehlile borwetsana bo nkuwe ka qophello;
Thipa mpeng e bata poo!
O hutswe a betwa, a bolawa;
Madi ona ha ke sa buwa;
Jo nna!Utlwa seboko seo
Le ha ebe o ne a lebelletse;
A lebelletse lesea ngwana monyane;
O mmolaile le pele a tswala;
O mmolaile a le popelong ya mme Motswadi;
Ha feela thota ne e ka bua
Ne re tla tseba na ke bo mang ba bokgopo?
Ba kgaba ka ho bona madi;
Oh Afrika ho senyehile kae?
Ho etsahetseng ka motho ke motho ka batho;
Tjhankaneng ho tletse tswete;
Polao,peto,tlhekefetso;
Oh Afrika ho senyehile kae;
A Happy Person
A Happy Person
Storm blown ripples
line my weathered brow,
face a map of life’s journey,
of striving, disappointments
happiness and joy.
The winds of sorrow,
and displeasure have
left their mark on
my furrowed brow, but
my sparkling crows feet,
eyes, are happy lines.
Although
the sad waters have left
their lines of memory,
there are no tears
for past events to fill up
dry lakes of discontent,
and my now happy smile,
helps smooth the waters of
my still much wrinkled face.
Flowers of hope have opened,
blossoms of bliss bloomed,
and seas of tranquillity and
peace now fill my soul and
my heart is filled with love.
All thoughts of past and future
displaced through practice,
meditation, quietness, being
still; these daily moments of
calm, bring a realisation that
to be happy I must only
live now, in present moment,
for as each moment dies,
for me, a new one is born.
Bob Blackwell
30-07-2009
death
I AM STANDING IN THE MIDDLE OF A WORLD FIELD WITH BLOOD AND TEARS,I AM STUCK IN A WORLD WHERE PEOPLE CAN NOT ESCAPE THE FEARS.
AS I START TO HEAR DRUM BEAT IN MY EARS MY EYES STARTED CRYING TEARS
I FELT COLD WIND PENETRATING THROUGH MY SHOES
A PAIN DRIFTING A MILE INTO MY ROOTS
MY MIND FINALLY COMING UP WITH SOME ELEMENTS OF TRUTH
IF I COULD CHOCK DEATH I WOULD CHOCK IT TILL IT SPEAKS THE TRUTH
FOR IT IS DEATH
FAREWELL THEE
I spoke to her
Not through a discussion
That others could hear
Or with gestures
That some could read
That day I spoke to her
I spoke to her
Not through tears
That my emotions
She could feel
Neither through eyes
That my sorrow
She could read
That day I spoke to her
I spoke to her
Not through a relative
Who delivered the message
Neither through the lyrics
Of the song she liked most
That day I spoke to her
As she slept forever
Shrouded in white
The mystery of death
Her clock of life
Having stopped to tick
A child so young
Such a scene I had to be
There to bid goodbye
To the mother
Now I don’t have
That day I know
I spoke to her
Tears of labour
Tears of labour
The moment is real enough, it seems light as snow,
preparing the mix of life is slow and who does know,
the echoeing flow, flow, flow..u should go,
and i pearce back from the future to scream ..No!
The tears of labour attract none to see,
the bearing emotions of tears in me, .."I can't see",
and dont ask, it hurts more each time u see,
please release me ..brake my heart free!
I am dulled by the echo's of life that surrounds me,
I dont care to see anything more in me,
my heart has filled the brim free in me,
and i cant see the love once found in me..help me!
It's not that we never try, I try every day,
and every day seems so far away that day,
intensional delay every day, day by day,
and you would think someone would have something to say!
I am the breath that escapes my freedom to live,
I have barrely one last breath to give,
and over and over in one cycle to live,
mere words emenate.. to forgive and give and live!
My tears of labour devours your audiance,
so to often to see the glorious radiance in an instance,
to break all defiance and unrelentlesly give confidence,
so that tears too can be called brilliance and intollerance to ignorance…
My tears of labour…My tears of labour…My tears of labour…
Death, my friend!
Freeze time and hold still my thoughts
For I have no more a purpose to live,
Though tears shall meander
On the aged face of my mother,
Spare not her grief for my sake.
Friends shall weep and then forget
The joy and sadness we once shared,
But the memory of my innate soul
Shall haunt their thoughts for years to come.
Though my sensory self has ceased to exist,
I can feel your touch as you hold me tight.
You lead me into the world of those
Who’s existence exists in grief stricken
Hearts and nostalgic, moth eaten memoirs.
As I enter in puzzled silence,
Their faces recognize my long awaited soul
I find comfort in their peculiar acceptance of me.
In another world I would have cried tears of gaiety,
But here, not a single tear can be shed.
They ask not my name or why I came
For I have none of the answers they might seek.
As my eyes wander about the crowded space,
I feel a bond with each face I see.
Reassuring smiles tell me, ‘ This is home.’
And as I try to understand their foreign talk
I see my father seated on the throne.
His eyes find mine and his heart holds mine
I try to step closer but my feet let me down.
His majesty opens his arms wide enough for me
To fit my new life form together with his,
For eternity.