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Rock n Roll My Heart
Lesley Rautenbach Dec 2012
Rock n Roll My Heart
You’re bad for me,
They think I don’t know that,
But I am mad you see,
And their objections only my rebellion begat,

You’re a rock star in the making,
So Mr. Rock star stop hesitating,
And just rock n’ roll my heart,
Play on the strings and give its beat a kick start,

Come on Mr. Rock star,
And just rock n’ roll my heart,
Just play on this beating bleeding guitar,
I know dancing to your rhythm isn’t smart,

Because you’re my worst possibility,
With soon to have fan girls and teen boppers,
Only to provoke in me jealous hostility,
With you’re soon to be chart toppers,

But Mr. Rock Star in the making,
Come on and just rock n’ roll my heart,
It’ll one day soon be breaking,
When your attention does depart,

So Mr Rock star in the making,
We only have this moment for our taking,
Where by we may some feelings impart,
So Mr Rock star for now just Rock n’ Roll this heart.
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Roses are Violent
Lesley Rautenbach Dec 2012
Roses are Violent
Roses are violent,
And violets despair,
Blood will drip
And wounds ooze with lack of care,

Bleeding till dry, till empty and hollow,
Bleeding and so pain will follow,

Lovers won’t fix
And cannot restitch,
Wounds gone wrong,
And scars come undone,

Tears of red,
And salted dread,
Cries of fears,
As the lost void nears,

Tired and cold,
Blood dry and old,
Thorns cut me deep,
And tears bleed blue,
In all this hurt my mind comes true,

Bloodied and ruined,
Unwound and intoed,
Roses are violent,
And violets despair,
From thorns blood will drip,
And ooze with lack of care.
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Roses of Blood
Lesley Rautenbach Dec 2012
Roses of Blood
Roses of Blood,
And Violets of tears,
Colours of sorrow darkened fears,
If shame were copper,
And regret silver steal,
Our horrors and nightmares,
Colours surreal,

Mice eaten wounds,
And freshly torn scars,
Nothing,
Empty,
Forget who you are,

Emotions so raw,
So rotten,
So sore,
Feelings so deep,
Blackness with pain,
Into a soul it will seep,

Black lilies of loathing,
And willows of weep,
As one by one,
We all will face our defeat,

Beauty in betrayal,
Hunger of dread,
A life so frail,
Hanging,
By one single thread.
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Roses You've Welted
Lesley Rautenbach Dec 2012
Roses You've Welted
Roses you've welted
And violets your dead,
I tried to keep you sheltered
And allow your beauty to spread,

But I failed as the cold came,
I couldn't prevent the frosts ever kiss,
Now you'll forever be frozen and never the same,
Because I had not this numbness dismissed,

Roses I am sorry,
You’re gone with my pain,
Violets forgive me,
That this numbness made you to me inane,

Roses I wish I could love still,
And violets I had once cared,
But you cannot refill my heart,
With all the love I once shared,

Love tossed back to me like weeds,
Care inane for others selfish needs,
Roses you can’t blame me,
And violets do not dare try shame me,

Flowers you’ll me resent,
For the cold I could not prevent,
As the dark dawn of my frost nears,
And my numbness Inheres.
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Rose They're Bleeding
Lesley Rautenbach Dec 2012
Rose They're Bleeding
Roses they’re sorrow
Of things dead and done,
Roses their hollow,
Of blood red and gone,

Violets their shallow,
Blue and icy deep,
Violets their mellow,
Tears of chilly weep,

Roses their bleeding,
And violets they cry,
Love is fleeting and all a lie.
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Sometimes
Lesley Rautenbach Dec 2012
Sometimes
We all feel broken-Sometimes
Somewhere along our paths
We all need to cry-sometimes
When onto the edge we grasp

Sometimes we’re lonely
Sometimes we’re lost,
Sometimes feel a little stony,
As life’s shadows upon us cast,

I’m my biggest enemy
Have You ever felt that way?
Sometimes I’m unfriendly,
With the words that I do say,

I’m my biggest bully
Have you ever hurt yourself?
Sometimes- I know I’m being silly,
But with words I beat myself,

I’m my biggest flaw,
My biggest blemish and my biggest heartache,
As I at my surface claw,
And my own happiness I take,

I’m my biggest monster,
And I know you’ve been there too,
Sometimes- you scare yourself,
Sometimes- haven’t a clue?

We all feel broken-Sometimes
Somewhere along our paths
We all need to cry-sometimes
When onto the edge we grasp

Sometimes- we’re so empty,
We’re Barely even a shell,
Sometimes- we pretend to be contently,
So that Sometimes- no one can tell.
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Sorry from a Lover wher love is Lacked
Lesley Rautenbach Dec 2012
Sorry from a Lover wher love is Lacked
I’d like to apologize,
Say sorry,
That you weren’t enough,
And sorry,
That with your heart I was rough,

It is no excuse,
That I saw no other choice,
But it’s the truth,
I listened to protections voice,

You might not believe me,
And I don’t wish you to,
My actions where in the long run,
To protect you,

You clung so hard,
So long,
So true,
On something,
That before it even started was through,

I didn’t feel it right you see,
To use you for your hospitality,
You saw me broken winged,
Raw and skinned,

And so your heart it bled for me,
And me? I was dead you see,
Your sympathy it killed me,
It scared me away and chilled me,

I wanted none of that,
None of your sympathy love,
And so I had to shove,
I couldn’t love you thereof,

I lacked anything after him,
I had no essence,
And with you my patience ran thin,

I wanted you to walk away,
Forget me,
Who your heart at their feet had lay,
I trampled it,
With carelessness,
With anger and incompetence,

I never meant to,
It was not my plan,
But my heart screamed don’t hurt,
And my mind screamed be ******,

I’m sorry that I hurt you,
Pushed you away so hard,
I am sorry that I broke you,
But I just couldn’t handle it with a heart I barred.

I am sorry that I’ll never care as much,
Never want what you do,
But I have things of my own concern,
And as I did so you too must learn,

Its sad but true,
That you won’t always be loved back,
Its pain and tears blue,
From a lover where love is lacked.
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Soul of Storm
Lesley Rautenbach Apr 2014
Soul of Storm
She had many faces,
but she was not two-faced,
but rather described as a storm,
With opulent intensities,
Transfigured by the elements of life’s
Quiet mellifluous lilt by
Which it languidly swayed all souls,
She did not sway though,
Rather she was uncompromising in
Her emotional wave length,
She could drizzle gently,
Or cascade exuberantly with her susceptibility,
She had no riveted temperament,
She was a storm in all rhapsodic unpredictability
And inexorable power of the ineffable unknown,
She was the incorporeal roar of thunder and
The incandescent luminescence of lightning,
She had embodied the storm she had
Fought desultory for a decade,
They were coalesce until it had formed
A chrysalis amorphous of raw beauty,
She had many faces,
But no she was not two-faced,
She was the storm that had shaped her.
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Stop Looking Past Me
Lesley Rautenbach Dec 2012
Stop Looking Past Me
Why?
Why am I not good enough to catch your eye?

Sure she dresses more feminine,
But I wrestle best in denim.

Sure she’s tall and elegant,
But I am short and my free spirit’s evident,

Yes ok she’s gorgeous,
With all the time she spends to look flawless,
But I’m ok with my little bit of eyeliner,
Because it’s not my definer,

Sure she laughs at everything you say,
Thinking she’s putting her sense of humour on display,
But I can laugh too,
And still take you serious because my thoughts are true,

Sure she acts naïve,
But my “blonde” moments are genuine,
I don’t need to make believe,
Because I know what I can and cannot achieve,

Yes she makes you believe she’s exactly what you want,
Without her to breath you simply can’t,
And you believe her because she believes herself,
Until your belief to want her, your mind engulfs,

She’s a so called "GODS gift to men",
And those who oppose this she will condemn,
And girls like me who can’t stand a chance,
Well I’m overwhelmed If you just grace me with a second glance,

But I am gift too you know,
I am the high spirits to all you owe,
If only deeper you would look,
You’d see what patients it took,

I’m a gift too,
Because I have not lied to you,
I’m not making u believe I am "perfect"
Because that is not in any way correct,
I am only human,
I am real,
I am a human,
And like you I feel,

So stop it,
Stop looking past me,
In your world she does not fit,
Cant you that see,

Stop looking over my head,
Stop searching for another,
Before my love is dead,
And you want me but my hearts with any other.

Stop looking past me…
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Sun & Moon
Lesley Rautenbach Aug 2014
Sun & Moon
I was the relentless sun,
While you the calming moon,
I was radiated with passion unforgiving,
And you fled from pain into the inopportune,

My mind had begged to run from you,
but my heart had demanded I stay,
You radiated the dark in me,
And I stopped at nothing to make your heart sway,

And so we were polar opposites,
That could not exist without the other,
We were in complete contradictory denial,
But one could not do without the other lover,

So I shone my rays of desperation
And reflected off your doubt,
I fought for respiration
And you responded to my draught,

You’re moon will stir the seas I heat,
My rays will warm your darkness,
As we co-exist together,
And work towards each other’s calmness.
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Tainted Roses
Lesley Rautenbach Aug 2014
Tainted Roses
Roses they did wonder
contradictory to their character
but love had they squandered
at the hands of a gifted actor

What a feat it was
to become an unexpected pawn
they came in red camouflage
from his hidden pocket like a weapon drawn

Now bathed in mistruths
and dyed black by misdeeds
dismissed of thier behooves
as tainted blood stains their leaves

The roses they wondered
in search of a new elucidation
for their job had they blundered
condemned by pains preservation

She rejects them like a plague
as thou they were poisoned by his lies
though their part in it vague
she blames them most of all for the tears she cries

Roses they wonder
in search of their redemption
as her screams do thunder
while they fight against her apprehension.
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Tell Me of My Faults
Lesley Rautenbach Dec 2012
Tell Me of My Faults
Go ahead and tell me of my faults,
You who perfection from exalts,
I believe you not to have the broom
To come and my doorstep to groom,

Don’t come and claim the splinter
From my eye,
When a log of great timber,
Does so in your pupils lie,

I wish not to hear of the words
You believe to preach,
The words you do not of practice two thirds
But wish to teach,

Don’t come here with your empty
Accusations,
Don’t come here with your plenty
Condemnations,

For I know of all my that my heart
Has tinted black,
But I have the resentful part
That you in your words do lack,

My heart is not of ideal
Bled red,
But it knows the things I feel,
The things I’ve done and said,

There are like all
The things I do not preach with pride,
But even though to sin I have befallen,
I have redemption on my side,

So go ahead and tell me of my faults,
You who perfection from so exalts,
But my closet was cleaned long ago,
But of your skeletons you will owe.
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Violets you Lied
Lesley Rautenbach Dec 2012
Violets you Lied
Roses I despise thee,
And Violets you lied.
In deceit you left me,
Alone in the pool I cried.

Roses you promised,
Foretold and foresaw,
Violets you stood there,
Frozen while I was raw,

Red promised love,
But blue spoke of sorrow,
Which to believe?
The question left me hollow.

Roses you are thorned,
And Violets your colour says it all,
Your appearance screams I was warned,
And yet I still took the fall.

Roses red I despise thee,
And Violets blue you lied.
You never told me all to see,
But I knew pain wasn’t forever as I cried.
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We Need You Trust
Lesley Rautenbach Dec 2012
We Need You Trust
It’s such a small and delicate thing,
That only time to a soul can bring,
It breaks so easily,
And yet is kept so greedily,

The slightest mis-touch its form will fracture,
And not many its form truly capture,
It forms so subtly between us all,
And when it’s broken it comes to a paining fall,

Once it is broken and harmed,
We cannot what we have disarmed.
We cannot restitch it,
Rebuild it,
Or refix it,

Though we can hide it away,
And pretend it still in our hearts lay,
But though others won’t know,
We know the darker seeds its lack does sow.

To think this abstract thing means so much,
Something to our hearts we clutch,
Like a delicate gem,
Trust so fragile, so small and yet so obtuse,
Trust so vulnerable to untruths,

We need you trust,
In a world so empty,
Where love is mistaken for lust,
And money is temptly,

We need you trust,
So dear and rare,
We need you trust,
In this world of no care.
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You Might Say...
Lesley Rautenbach Dec 2012
You Might Say...
You might Say he’s weird,
Well  then he’s my kind of weird,

You Might say he’s a dork,
Well He’s my dork,

You might say he talks a lot,
Well I love to just listen to him,

You might complain he ignores you,
Well he’s doing it because I am his one and only,

You might say he’s not good looking,
Well I love him because he is cute,

You might say he lacks any fashion sense,
Well I love the way he looks in those ripped up jeans,

You might think his hairs too long,
Well that’s the hair I love to play with,

You might say he’s not very smart,
But it’s the way he looks at life that’s caught my heart,

You might say he thinks life’s a joke,
Well it’s that humour that keeps me from going insane,

You might wonder what I see in him,
But that’s exactly it…
Everything you don’t!
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