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JeanlBouwer Oct 2010
Walkabout started, in wilderness so bare
With no tracks, roads, homes nor cities in stare
Sticks and stones from my body, did tare
On horizon, welcome glitter of water’s glare
A sense of someone, something’s care
Cool, refreshing, revitalizing there’s no compare
From waterhole a single track, to sun’s lair

This narrow single track, evidence left by life
This road I follow, with mind set blithe
Into thick dark bushes, overgrown and rife
Thorns, cutting and tarring at my life
Pain and anguish, remind me, of life
I turn and look, at the ordeal, I survive
Following track, at cross road I arrive

Any one of four, to go
Back, I do not want to go
Right, a valley below
Left, more rocks and bushes on show
In front, a rainbow
The bow, proof of life bestow
I venture ahead, toward life’s flow

The single track, joined by another
A partnership, parallel to each other
Never did they join, in future
Along these tracks, I venture
These tracks, by contrast a pleasure
If cuts and bruises, the measure
My time on these tracks, I did treasure

Progress, tracks transformed to gravel way
I pass a house, where family could stay
I stopped, turned, looked and walked away
My essence, did not allow me to stray
“It’s not your destiny”, I heard the elders say
Discouraged disappointed lost, I started to pray
Again, a rainbow appeared, to point the way

As gravel way change, to road of tar
On the horizon, the evening star
Inviting noises and lights, of nearby bar
A lady, offer me a ride, with her in car
Voices of the elders, “You’ve already come this far”
If I quit now, this entire journey I did mar
With rainbow gone, I follow morning star


As road of tar, turn to gravel
I stop, turn and stare, with look of baffle
How can people be so concerned with trivial?
Can a single place, contain all that evil
Everyone treated, according to given label
I travel for myself, not to create a fable
In front of me, the rising sun marvel

Gravel road, turn twin track
As I put the city’s madness, to my back
The sun’s lair again my tack
My walk, more determined, there’s no turning back
Lessons learned and experiences stacked
For the remainder, there’s nothing I lack
This easy going, balance the rack

As one track, disappear
In my hand, I catch a joyful tear
Gone the lonely and disillusioned fear
To me, everything is no so clear
I shout out, in joyful cheer
This walk, empowered me to steer
I look to the future, through eyes so pure

I stroll into the wilderness, without a care
No more burdens, to bear
From me, all doubt was tare
In life, awaits no more scare
In front of me, a canvas made bare
A bright colorful future, in my stare
A future, with golden silver glare
JeanlBouwer Oct 2010
I must feed today
Feed, this lust, for pray
In my lair, I can not stay
Give me flesh with which to play
Soft throat with veins so frai
Fountain so thick, while life I drai
Give it to me, on a tray
The lazy, weak, naïve, ignorant, and grey
For one of you, I am the demon today
But I need this, before I can lay

A last look at my young, so small
Out from my lair I crawl
Into jungle so dense and tall
Near waterhole, my pray will sprawl
Oooh yes, that’s their call
Silently unsuspicious the closer I crawl
Wait caution now, for one stare and stall
I trust, my camouflage will stifle warning call
Closer and closer to herd I crawl
Now, herd in waterhole’s enthrall

I select my pray for the night
Rather at the back, just out of sight
Yes, this one will not fight
I must wait, there’s chance for flight
Take another sip, that’s right
Your senses will dim, more then slight
Now, the time is right
I pounce on him with all my might
“Hallo I’m Angel, how are you doing tonight?”
“It’s only $ 100 for the night”
JeanlBouwer Apr 2010
A father, keeping up with the pace
Mother, applying makeup and mace
Son, competing in most important race
Daughter, content in lover’s embrace

Manager, profit earner, best company man
Beautiful and glamorous, archetypal woman
Athlete, top scholar and paper boy
Sweet sixteen now, this beautiful toy

All, a sublime rhyme

Man, estranged from family
Woman, battered so fiercely
Drug overdose, happen so easily
In her girlfriend’s arms, so happily

Family monarch, reduced to slave
Precious, caring, loving, now so brave
The candidate for the top, fighting the grave
Beautiful, innocent, naive, in girlfriend’s arms, so safe

Where, did we go wrong?
JeanlBouwer Apr 2010
With eyes like cloud, soft and crystal, clear
Our touch, equal, intoxicating and sincere
A gentle gesture, the cause of a tear

In gentle afternoon sun, in our arms we lay
While world turn round, not a word to say
All around green, the colour on display

Lungs filling, with the softest of air
Our eyes lost, in each others stare
In our arms, we’re placed so bare

Like baby nurtured, with the kindest intent
As late rains, from heaven sent
I love you, this is meant
JeanlBouwer Apr 2010
With eyes, so cold and dead
Lays this beauty, still in my bed
“I love you”, I said
To recipication, it never led

Eyes, evidence of betrayal and neglect
Life removed, he carried no regret
New love doomed, the stage was set
With open arms, this was met

All signs, disguised by veil
How can this, ever fail?
Without a compass, the ship set sail
The truest union, it was hailed

An infringement of self, on that day
With ego bruised, I showed her the way
Life, without her, better they say
Why, in fetal position do I still lay?

With time past, open the hart
As prepared, for new start
Prescriptions written, on cupids dart
A love planned, like a chart

I caught myself, in her stare
A ***** of passion, in her glare
Eyes so soft, I took the dare
All caution, into thin air
JeanlBouwer Mar 2010
Was Set, created to establish God, or God, Set
Do we live, to justify death, or die, to exist
Is life filled with experiences, or is life the experience
Does our good, amplify bad, or our bad, the good
Darkness or light
Darkness, shadow, absence of light
Good, defines evil, or does evil make good
If black, define white, what then, makes grey
Does cold, give pleasure to warmth, or its absences
Which was first, which one exists?
JeanlBouwer Mar 2010
Right or wrong, no difference, agree
A right a wrong, when a wrong a right
A right a wrong, by religion, right
A wrong a right, by leaders, right
A right a wrong, by parents, right
A wrong a right, by friends, right
All an illusion, to sight

Designed, to keep us at bay
Religion leaders’ parents’ friends, all, lead us astray
By occurrences, we’re offered the way
Change, or continue to stray
Stray, and on a day
An occurrence will come, again in play

Change, and change is good
A change of attitude
    change of mood
    change of food
    change of brood

The answer is near
The answer is here
It’s and answer, we all fear
An answer, we do not want to hear

The truth, vested in us
A truth, only few can discuss
All knowledge, available to us
Abilities, too many to discuss
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