Say my name
Say it gently
Use your words
To caress me
Speak your thoughts
Speak them out loud
Confess your love
Amidst the crowd
Scream your wishes
Scream your dreams
Make your reality
Better than it seems
Whisper your pain
Whisper your fears
Release the tension
Wipe away your tears
Open your mind
Open up wide
Let my love in
Let me inside

Sharing the cold

Walking through the mall
Just to be with someone around
People passing through me
I feel still so alone
Lovers everywhere
Hugging, kissing, holding hands
(Missing that connection)
People drifting by like sand
Coffee smells so good
But the taste me does elude
My heart is void of feeling
My body so cold

But my anger is hot
My life has been taken
Outside a late night club
Some thief with a knife
(It wasn’t even that sharp)
I still feel his breath in my ear
“Hand over your money”
The knife went in
Almost no pain
As it tunneled into my heart

I felt him take what’s mine
My money and my life
And toss me aside
The water in the gutter
Cold as ice

They found me the next day
I sat and watched
Some said I was easy
Some said “such a shame!”
Now I walk through people
I watch them shiver
I walk through people
Just to feel some heat
No one can warm me
My nonexistence is complete

I will find that thief
Who stole my warmth
I will show him emptiness,
(The worth of my hundred and thirty dollar price)
I will share with him my void
I will share with him my death

But for now I walk alone




RamblerOnTheGo

Stolen
I stole a rose today
It was in someone else’s garden
It was on a bush of other roses
I took it with any thought but desire”

I needed to have it
It just looked so fresh
Lovely;
White,
Petals gently opening to meet the morning
New day
New bloom
I had to smell it
I know, I know, men don’t smell roses
But,
I just had to

I clipped it off
With the nails of my thumb and index finger
It was so light and cool
Just like the morning was,
Bright, light and cool

I held it for a moment in the palm of my hand
Nestled there, protected from other eyes
Brought it up to my nose
Felt its cool petals against my skin
And breathed,
Breathed deeply of its scent

Faint, fresh scent of tea
Perfumed ****** rose, morning chilled
And already ageing, dying.

Sudden guilt overcomes me,
My thievery caught up with me
What if someone saw me steal it?
What if they saw me with it in my hand?
They would know from where I got it

I had to get rid of it
I tossed it into the bushes to hide my transgression
Its loss burns at my shame
Its demise haunts me
Now hidden from all eyes in the shade of its source

No one will see that cool white rose ever again

Sitting amongst the youth of my bygone years
remembering how carefree I used to be
seeing the awkward mingling
glad I am in their future.

ek het ware liefde                           i for true love
      my hele lewe                                   my whole life
                    gesoek                                       searched
         totdat ek ontdek                    until i discovered
                    dat die liefde                      that the love
                    moet binne in begin          must begin inside    

as jou pad onseker is                       if your path is uncertain
en jy weet nie wat jy                       and you dont know what you
wil eintlik he nie                              really want to have
dan wandel jy tussen                      then you wander between
die bosse met                                   the forests with
dorings wat jou                               thorns that
                      steek                                             *****

as jy stil sit                                       if you sit still
              en reflekteer                                         and reflect
                    sal streke van lig                               streaks of light
                            en ontdekking                                    and discovery
                                            uitskyn                                         shine out

die bosse sal tans                                the forests will still
                    daar wees                                                 be there
                    maar jy                                                     but you
                    kan die                                                      can
                    pad                                                            manage
                    bestuur                                                      the path
as jy jou hart agtervolg                       if you follow your heart

She looks in the mirror
At the age on her face
"I wonder what he thinks
of me this way?"

She considers her weight
and the pores on her skin
She thinks out loud
"I don't deserve him."

She picks apart
the woman he loves
Separating her worth
from all that she does
              
He looks in her eyes
and caresses her face
He sees it glowing with love
and full of grace

 The lines on her face
  he views with pride
  Recounting the victories
  each time they've been tried

The weight that she carries
 is that of a mom
 Nothing's too heavy
 She just marches on

These bodies will perish
 and mirrors offer no truth
True love abides
 beyond the corridors of youth

  No, she doesn't deserve me
  Perhaps God can see
  Conceivably, one day
  I'll be as worthy as she