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Deur vensters met krake.
Staar ek harteloos in die ruimte.
Regtig verlore.
Alleen onder die maanlig.
Alleen tweetalig.
Alleen.
Die spieel hang skeef in die gang.
Ek kan myself nie seen nie.
Die spieel is omgedraai.
Dit is nag.
Maar dit is dag.
My oe brand diep in my skedel.
Ek worstel onbepaald met die son.
Dit is die sterre wat my die hulp
aanbied.
Die sterre verstaan die gewig van
my trane.
Dit is dag.
Maar dit is nag.
Die pyn raak te erg.
Die pyn maak my net seer.
Ek kan nie meer voortgaan nie.
Ek wil nie weer agteruit gaan nie.
Maar.
Maar.
Maar.
Sonder jou aan my sy.
Kan ek niks klaarmaak nie.
Die oorlosie teen die muur fluister
saggies.
Met die hand van tyd word ek
gewys.
Dit is al twaalfuur.
Dit is nag.
Maar dit is dag.
Wat maak die tyd saak.
My hart klop te vinnig.
Bloed ontplof diep in my bors.
Kan ek lewendig wees.
Ek begin te twyfel.
Ek mis jou.
Ek is lief vir jou.
Jy is die enigste een wat my dors
les.
Ek is verslaan.
Maar ek doen my beste.
Ek voel soos n dooie hanswors.
Ek staan voor jou graf.
Ek weet nie hoekom nie.
Dit is dag.
Maar dit is nag.
Die probleem is dat ek my naam op
die grafsteen lees.
Oor en oor.
Weer en weer.
My naam kan nie leuens vertel nie.
Ek staar.
Ek staar alleen.
Heeltemal.
Is die werklikheid.
Regtig.
Is ek die gees van ons verlede.
My oe is vol trane.
Dit raak nag.
Maar dit is dag.
Alleen .
Met die donker.

This thing we call life
A race to the finish
I don’t want to be first
I don’t want to diminish
This thing we call life
Staring you in the face
An image of yourself
Captured in place
This thing we call life
Every breath of fresh air
Every moment we pause
Reflect on what's there
This thing we call life
Every moment we share
A moment for a smile
Show how much we care
This thing we call life
What really comes next
A warm summer breeze
Or storm that’s complex
This thing we call life
Is up for discussion
I hold the door open
For the world to rush in

I got stung
By the bug of self expression
Woke up
In the middle of the night
Thirsty for words
The broth of sparkling booze
Was gushing
Out of the wound
I tasted it and got drunk
Kept spiraling
Instead of walking a straight line
Lost my words in the noise
Realized that I had to
Take things silli-ously
And went grazing
In the pastures of pleasure

That which is rarer than anything exposed on a beach
Gives me meaning and purpose that few of us reach
A pebble, a single pebble now kept in my pocket
I will keep safe inside this special keepsake locket
And will wear it around my neck for my protection
And hold on to your substance in my life once more
That which once was part of something much grander
Gives me the courage to ask where are you from
No more wait for incessant makes ups or breakups
Washed smooth by the rolling tides still breaking in
Worn out and perhaps weary from such long ago origins
Now all the drama of a past has gone by and been forgotten
Forever now I behold its value be held with sacred love
Glowing with each sunrise in such a warm surprise
Could it have taken me any longer to yet surmise
All that you have given back to me for that I will keep safe
All that you have given to me and now I will give back
I will always be, yes my love, I will always be here for you

Walking out one sunny day
Straight into a full blown storm

I opened the door of were my family dwells
Feeling the full almighty blast of angry yells

Oh boy I was spotted so could not retreat
So, sat still, mouth closed, which I thought was neat

I got that wrong too, as they all turned on me
Spitting angry words, getting it all out you see

Still stum, I got up to move to the door
They blocked my way accidentally knocking me to the floor

Now dam what a mess I was in
I had not a clue about all the din

Then it hit me like a force gail
I had not changed address for my business mail

There by the door a knee high pile
Were all my letters I had not filed

My business was going down the pan
For unanswered mail brought the reaper man

My family rightly upset, trying to cover for me
And where was I, on a shopping spree

All this realization made me very sad
Yes I had behaved very bad

Luckily for me, I awoke from this nightmare
Promising myself to be more family fair

if love visited me tonight,
would i be the same?

if love touched you tonight,
would you remember his name?

if love visited us tonight...
would we dance beneath the sheets,
or return to the safety of our restless shame?

duplicity and reckless steps are sometimes the symptoms
of passion, but never the cause.

passionate glances,
soft touches,
long kisses and dark dreams...

the nectar saturates my tongue...
canvasses my loins ~
and pierces my heart.

what if love touched us tonight?

would we both be the same?
~ ~ ~ ~ ~

gs.

Peeking my head above the clouds
I’ve climbed past the shrouded fog
Shrugging off those pesky doubts
Everywhere I soar like a chariot of fire
Life only lasts for a short time
Caught in the rain I speak your name
If only sunshine brought me happiness
Why would I ever have danced in the rain
Release me these shackles from the past
Don’t hold me back the desire I feel
My heart only wants what it wants
The key to its discovery will unlock
The greatest mystery of life is love

THE POEM AND THE SYMPHONY

Time gleans "the sound" from you..
from a distant age gone by.

Body, Neck and Bridge...
Strings, Frets and Keys,
aggregates of this guitarra...

A matrix of wood and bone,
constructs of this Soul.

Embodied in the ink of his pen...
the writer personified -
encrypted in the words,
his art...his life -
each word and rambling
phrase, an incarnation
of the Nous.....truly, an unfettered reflection.

So too, the musician speaks through the sound
of each note...
each note, each phrase,
as if a paragragh...
reflecting sentience and imagination.

Together - they complete the poem
and the symphony...

Separate - they are two strangers
born of a common Mother.

The resonant embrace pierces the
Heart - fingers dancing into a firestorm ....
dissonance long removed, they chase away the distance -
forgetting that some are far removed from this joyful mood.


Mirroring one another, the two strangers renew their bond,
reflecting familiar and a courteous tones, in writ and song -
as thoughts surely become sound,
and all the while, are so evenly pronounced...
plucked strings reverberate through the darkness,
minor and major scales collide...
awakening the dead to life,


....to the poem within the symphony.
................

THIS DANCE


If there were days enough...
I would learn this Dance,
to dance with you.

The flood light .... the sunrise...
like Icarus - we ascend to the heavens,
like Icarus - only to fall to the earth again...
and again.

This is my dream...
our feet shifting the dust,
ancient and coarse,
cold and splintered planks, worn and true...
do they selfishly hide the passion and words from years past?
Or simply crude constructs of oak...and yew.

Another stage to attend Sir Will!
where genius rings true...
and the plagiarist is found and scorned.

Gnostic flames (our path embellished)
illuminate our face,
certain to displace the darkest of shadows...
while leaving enough to hide our scars,
and portend any claim to grace.

This is the Dance,
when steps and twists and turns,
left us both to chance,
and we knew the Light never to leave...
while the wax and wick....contorts, spits and burns.



GMS75
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Posted: January 2nd, 6:00 PM CST

poems in silence
sparse as winter branches
leaving a few disheveled words
without a script