Its hard to be me
When me is hidden
Behind so many layer of pretense
Pretense being a cover
Protection from taunters
Who have over the years
Taught me its wrong to be me
I am happy when I'm me
Me making sense of me
And the world that sorrounds me
And laws made by men for men
Breaking free
While my soul struggles
Behind cages built
By me and my law makers
Breaking free, breaking free
Rattling the cage
That has imprisoned me
Loosening those bounds
Severing those ropes
Tearing the cobwebs
Yes, breaking free
Breaking free, breaking free
Like Samson of the bible
Testing boundaries that conform
Restrict, rule and dominate
Breaking free
Wednesday, January 19, 2011
Tuesday, January 11, 2011
Defying Death
Death does not faze me
It is too predictable to scare
Death is not a thief
It happens too often to surprise
Always lurking on the outskirts
Circling the bonds of loved ones
Looking to take and intimidate
Death is a lousy lie
Taking breath but leaving the body
Death is a pathetic cheat
Taking but never giving back
It is too predictable to scare
Death is not a thief
It happens too often to surprise
Always lurking on the outskirts
Circling the bonds of loved ones
Looking to take and intimidate
Death is a lousy lie
Taking breath but leaving the body
Death is a pathetic cheat
Taking but never giving back
Sunday, January 9, 2011
A brand new start
A brand new start
Not removed from the past
Like any from of art
With dashes of the past and present
Like any form of gift
With traces of the future
A brand new start
Not away of escaping the past
But a redoing part
Bolding those blue and thinning that red
Reviewing and aligning
A brand new perspective
A fresh new beginning
With energised and aired redoing
Removing that brick there and putting in fittings
Replacing this with that and it looks new
Sweeping hidden places and re-checking the overlooked
The fresh smell of domestos with handy-andy
A brand new me
The old new me
All mixed up in one, me
Not removed from the past
Like any from of art
With dashes of the past and present
Like any form of gift
With traces of the future
A brand new start
Not away of escaping the past
But a redoing part
Bolding those blue and thinning that red
Reviewing and aligning
A brand new perspective
A fresh new beginning
With energised and aired redoing
Removing that brick there and putting in fittings
Replacing this with that and it looks new
Sweeping hidden places and re-checking the overlooked
The fresh smell of domestos with handy-andy
A brand new me
The old new me
All mixed up in one, me
Monday, November 22, 2010
I
I'm a mid-week child
Born on a wednesday morning
Amidst muffled moans and groans
A mother hiding from her children
"but mother why didnt you call me
You know I'm a midwife"
I'm a village child
Born in a rondavel
Among clay pots and soot
"Hey, mother where is your baby
This looks like blankets only"
I am a child of the revolution
Born amongst good and evil
A fight known to last eternity
"What shall we call her, what shall we call her
We will call her the beautiful queen"
I am a child of the universe
Born in this merciless earth
A gift from God
"You are gonna make girl
Look you made it"
Born on a wednesday morning
Amidst muffled moans and groans
A mother hiding from her children
"but mother why didnt you call me
You know I'm a midwife"
I'm a village child
Born in a rondavel
Among clay pots and soot
"Hey, mother where is your baby
This looks like blankets only"
I am a child of the revolution
Born amongst good and evil
A fight known to last eternity
"What shall we call her, what shall we call her
We will call her the beautiful queen"
I am a child of the universe
Born in this merciless earth
A gift from God
"You are gonna make girl
Look you made it"
Wednesday, November 10, 2010
Procastination
Later
A friend
A companion
A safe shade
From when-probing-questions
I'm sure I'll do it
I'm sure I'll have time
I'll squeeze you in
Later
A safety pin
An immediate answer
A too-many-questions swatter
The Day She Came
She had a song
Humming through the busy of the day
A message
Buzzing through the warmth of the day
God reigns, He reigns
Heart, like a baking oven
Warm and expecting
Assurance
God reigns, He just reigns
Knowledge splashed out and gazzeled
Like a long suppressed fountain
Wisdom spilled out
Fresh and pure
God reigns, He just does
A rhythm through out the day
Thumping like a vein on a hot summers' day
He will finish what He started
Humming through the busy of the day
A message
Buzzing through the warmth of the day
God reigns, He reigns
Heart, like a baking oven
Warm and expecting
Assurance
God reigns, He just reigns
Knowledge splashed out and gazzeled
Like a long suppressed fountain
Wisdom spilled out
Fresh and pure
God reigns, He just does
A rhythm through out the day
Thumping like a vein on a hot summers' day
He will finish what He started
Tuesday, November 9, 2010
MAMA
I have seen you come and go
Heard you wonder about
Felt the thickness of your presence
They spoke of you
I listened
They sang your songs
I joined in
I dreamt of you
And felt like I've known you
I have always known you
I knew you for those nine months
Knew you for and 4 years 9 months
I've known fo another 26 years
I may not know your smell
But I have felt your presence
I may forgotten your touch
But I might have heard you exhale
Heard you wonder about
Felt the thickness of your presence
They spoke of you
I listened
They sang your songs
I joined in
I dreamt of you
And felt like I've known you
I have always known you
I knew you for those nine months
Knew you for and 4 years 9 months
I've known fo another 26 years
I may not know your smell
But I have felt your presence
I may forgotten your touch
But I might have heard you exhale
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