t5
South African
I used to be a farm boy, i should have become a city boy by now. How strange a path our life's sometimes take... How much slower we eventually awake... / / I write about the things I want to know. / I write about the things I want to let go. / I have written poems when i was sad. / I have written poems when i was mad. / but mostly, i have written poems when i was clad! / / Most was written long ago... when i didn't know what i wanted. didn't know what i needed. didn't know what i needed to want. it all made sense then, it does not always make sense now. Thanks A.
A heart
Apart
o so evil
o so smart
The smear of a tear
Gone is the fear
If you pierce me
my skin will part
If you taunt me
my soul will bare
If you leave me
my heart will tear
Feb 6, 2010
Feb 6, 2010 at 4:16 AM UTC
some with an open heart
some with unbridled passion
some as a passing fashion
some want more
some need less
some just make a royal mess
some you win
some you lose
some you push away
some you can never seem to draw close enough
so much for need
so much for love
most of the time it's nice
and sometimes it's tough
but for some reason
once is never enough
Feb 4, 2010
Feb 4, 2010 at 10:16 AM UTC
I leave
I love
I make it tough
Has not the poor woman had enough
Am i the fool
Am i the tool
Am i too cruel
to my mind it's perfectly clear
why it's better not to have you here
I've made it here
I can make it back
but is there ever a turning back
Feb 2, 2010
Feb 2, 2010 at 11:19 AM UTC
behind that brilliant wit
behind that easy shrug
behind that o i don't know
it's all for the better
it's all for the show
where are you going to find it
where are you going to go
how will you ever be happy
if you've lost her heart
if you've lost your soul
know it's gone
know it's gone wrong
know a single word will set it right
don't even have to try with all your might
and so it was
that that was that
a bit of chit
a bit of chat
back together like old hat
take that lesson to your heart
without a bit of communication you will drift apart...
Feb 2, 2010
Feb 2, 2010 at 11:00 AM UTC
Are you my love
Are you my dear
Of my love you did not want to hear
Armed with your cold shoulder as a spear
Even as i whisper sweet nothings in your ear
I knew it then as I know it now
I could have just as wellhav professed my love to a plow!
Feb 2, 2010
Feb 2, 2010 at 10:43 AM UTC
(not done yet...)
My heart was sad
my face was glad
Stop yourself from getting mad
saying something bad
saying someone bad
If the mask should slip
I would surely get the whip
end up with a broken lip
Stop following your heart?
playing the part
being so smart
is it a part
is it an art
or is it the truth
the truth in your heart?
Feb 2, 2010
Feb 2, 2010 at 9:35 AM UTC
(work in progress)
(Our souls are under construction) or
(Our souls are under siege)
There is no bravery
There is no liege
There is a plan
There is a map
But a lot of it is utter crap
Some can see the vision
Some can grasp the mission
Some can only be convinced by collusion
Some only by conditions of sedition
Mind the business
Mind the people
Mind the selling
Mind the buying
But if you mind the cash flow you will know
that that's the only thing to mind when you grow
-- or --
Mind the business and the people
Mind the selling and the buying
Mind the ...
But if you mind the cash flow you will know
that that's the most important thing to mind when you grow
Feb 1, 2010
Feb 1, 2010 at 10:51 AM UTC
(work in progress...)
I’m being tossed, I’m being turned,
If I’m not careful I could be burnt,
By now you would have thought… I should have learned!
Hands bound, fingers burned…
That image of you etched into my soul,
Burnt into my heart
Push in the dagger, rather than to break my heart…
Sometimes the heart doth not know it’s part…
If I were smarter, I would have found a way to depart, before the woeful words:
"O is it a dagger I see plunged into my heart?"
Your words have certainly done their part…
The music has left me, so what have I learned
I left the life I yearned for, for the one I earned
O what a pity to be so well learned
And not have the courage to be turned
And so one night I watched as Africa burnt…
Reminiscing of what we’ve seen and what we’ve learned…
Ain’t it strange how the journey sometimes ends where it had begun…
We had some laughter, we had so much fun,
The battle may be lost, but the war is won, next year we will give it another run!
Pack up your tents and pack up your gear, but above all have no fear! For Africa will be here next year!
Feb 1, 2010
Feb 1, 2010 at 10:00 AM UTC
Break the form
Defy the norm
Despite the scorn
For your new purpose
you were reborn
Feb 1, 2010
Feb 1, 2010 at 9:52 AM UTC
An early morning packed and good
The long road in front of me
The rising sun at my back
It’s a beautifull dawn
But why the big yawn?
Is it because yet another night is gone?
Feb 1, 2010
Feb 1, 2010 at 9:49 AM UTC