Ek skrik die 10de Augustus wakker.
Iets voel verkeerd, so swaar, so leeg.
Met 'n knop in my keel raak my gemoed swakker.
Min het ek geweet, dat treur so swaar kon weeg.
Vaagweg **** ek, "I look to you"
"And when melodies are gone"
"I hear you in a song"
Ouma was ons eie Whitney Houston
Haar sterk gees was ons rots.
Al het ons met tye lekker koppe gebots.
Sy was my vestiging, ons familie se trots.
Mag die rose in Bloemfontein altyd ouma se naam onthou.
Die pragtige rooikop dogtertjie in liefde toegevou.
Ouma se omgee het my soveel keer gered.
Die dankbaarheid gekoester in my mooiste gebed.
Mag die voëltjies altyd bly sing
Terwyl ouma se stories mooi herinneringe bring
Ouma was altyd bereid om te help
Vol genade het ouma, harde harte versmelt
Mag oupa altyd verlief bly
Sodat ons verdwaaldes, ook die regte prentjie kan kry
'n 53 - jaar, onvoorwaarlike liefde verhaal
So opreg, en eerlik, die mooiste mylpaal
Dankie dat ouma my aanvaar het vir wie ek is
Al sit ek heel wat die potte mis
Dankie vir alles wat ek by ouma kon leer
Dankie vir elke drukkie, vergifnis, keer op keer.
Dankie vir elke koppie soet tee
Vir al die miljoene trane wat ouma moes afvee
Dankie dat julle vir my alles kon gee
Dat hulle harte net liefde kon skree
Dankie dat ouma my veilig kon hou
Ons verlang alreeds, en sal verewig onthou.
Ons bly, onvoorwaarlik lief vir jou.
Ek gaan ouma mis, al my liefde, Thomas.
Aug 16, 2018
Aug 16, 2018 at 2:52 AM UTC
What has happened?
Tears flowing like a river
Puddling between your boots
Making splashing sounds
What has happened?
Cuts all over
Zigzagging and blood red
With the slicing of the knife
What has happened?
Shouting to be heard
Angry parents dissaproving
Stone hearted and cold
Everything happened!
My lover left me...
I died...
Fighting my battle
Jun 23, 2016
Jun 23, 2016 at 5:56 AM UTC
Clinking of ink bottles
Scratching of quills
Rustling of paper
Pouring out knowledge
Sweating students
Angry teachers
Swatting of fleas
No more patience
Old mad bat suddenly
Shouting
"Bring me the earmuffs!!"
Laughing, crying, farting
Interupting the quiteness
"Why would you ask that?"
Principal Harpy asks
"Surely it isn't winter"
"Goodness me, have I said that out aloud?"
"I take it back!"
"Kindly continue with your exams"
But no matter, nothing was the same.
Apr 26, 2016
Apr 26, 2016 at 7:43 AM UTC
Life throws you around
Like a ragdoll
Spinning you faster
Untill you're dizzy
You're never good enough
Others are better
No matter what they tell you
You will always feel depro
Sometimes suicide
Seems like the only option
Out of this hellhole
With monsters for inhabitants
Cutting, hanging, slicing, groaning
Dripping.
Blood seeping the pain out
'Till you feel nothing
"You are ugly!"
"You are fat!"
"You are worthless!"
Doesn't matter, next time I won't hear it...
Apr 26, 2016
Apr 26, 2016 at 5:40 AM UTC
Everytime I look at you
You know exactly what I want to do
Youre eyes so pure
I want you for sure
Youre so far away
But I will always stay
I want to see youre face
So that I can feel my heart race
I wana feel your lips
It will sink my ships
I wana touch youre face
And walk an unending maze
My love for you is real
Its truly what I feel
I need you beside me
Just where you need to be
Mar 29, 2016
Mar 29, 2016 at 1:13 PM UTC
We all feel a bit insecure at times
With society watching our every move
It's up to us to make things better
Oh so difficult to do right
The world always try to knock us down
But don't give up, even if you're down
Just stand up stronger than before
We can show them we're not weak
Society judges us, so we hide
Put our masks on and hide
When all we want is to be free
But people deprive us of the priviledge
We must all stand together
We are as strong united, but we are weak apart
No matter the circumstances
We will rise to victory!
Mar 24, 2016
Mar 24, 2016 at 5:08 PM UTC
*if you can't feel love
then
you are only breathing*
not living
©IGMS
Feb 7, 2016
Feb 7, 2016 at 7:32 AM UTC
Only God knows
How much I would thank him
For allowing me such a mysterious soul.
Who would ever have thought
That I would have such a pure, gold hearted amico
Eyes as green as grass
Skin as soft as silk
Just as her name means:
Keeper of the keys
Anyone can speak of their problems
and she will listen and sometimes give advice
Never judge, but always accepts
Take of your mask, for she always will be
trustworthy.
Just like her
Her family consist of big hearts and pure souls
Not everyone is perfect, they can't help it
But I would like to think
That her people are...
People of the world, listen to me:
There's not another soul like her
For you should meet her
And then your world will open up
Anyplace she comes
Brightens up like the evening star.
I love you babe
Feb 7, 2016
Feb 7, 2016 at 5:20 AM UTC
*Piano Cello Interludes
I am listening to music,
piano with cello interludes,
thinking about you.
I hear the passionate sadness
mourning from the cello
as the piano weaves hollowness
and melancholy from black and white
minor keys.
I feel the disconnect
between the requiem’s movements
and the reality
of an alive, beating
but confused, sullen heart
fighting to be free.
~~~
It always amazes me
to hear the bow guiding the strings
in pulsing tempo
to the fingers caressing ivory
in such a way
that only a smile
can answer in return,
allowing for a kiss of life
in the midst of chaos
and death.
~~
In moments like this
I want to sit beside you,
place your hand in mine
and tell you all I have learned
and know;
all the secrets
that wander through my mind;
even those held in
dark recesses,
cobwebcluttered
and filled with spent emotions.
~~~
But I know I can’t.
Not because I don’t want to,
nor from fear,
though, to do so is scary
since it would mean giving you
my heart.
No, not because of this.
Rather, cause
I don’t think
this is what you need
or want.
~~~
Life is complicated,
complex in its existence
and it is this contradiction
between desire’s want
and equality’s need;
between what’s flesh
and what’s fantasy;
between art, aesthetics
and reality,
that guides my choices.
It’s how this contradiction
interpenetrates,
thereby shaping
and changing reality.
It is this contradiction
I hear,
feel and taste
in the weaving of piano and cello.
Music living with us in the gutter,
while enticing us to look at the stars.
~~~
I am listening to music,
piano and cello interludes,
I see vast galaxies,
nebulae,
and shooting stars,
Knowing this,
this music of you,
will last a lifetime.
~~~
~~Aztec Warrior/redzone 2.24.14*
enjoy the music that goes with this poem
https://youtu.be/QgaTQ5-XfMM
Feb 6, 2016
Feb 6, 2016 at 3:07 AM UTC