Back to the days of my little red wagon,
I was strong and once sleighed a ******* dragon
My heart was broken over losing my toys,
Not because of cootied boys
I brewed special potions
And fought my friends in slow motion
Cuts and bruises were healed with a kiss,
This was a time full of magic and bliss

Go away
Just go away
Leave me now
Forever stay

Your in my head
My conscious sleighed
Forever remembering
Every word you say

Every second we spent
Every rule we bent
Every life I wasted
Is the life I meant

once upon a winter,
a storm made a victim out of you,
and so you sleighed to warm embracing arms,,
but they called your feelings out as faulty,

you tried to supress the past,
indulged the present,
and disregarded any grudges into spring,
but you didn't linger for warmth anymore,
your heart ached in ways it hadn't before,
you doubted the only soul residing in your body,

sleep was your only escape from reality,
but your dreams were forearmed,
trapping you back to a survival
which you felt unfortunate to have,
next thing you know,
you become a living metaphor for, "can this get any worse?",

Somewhere over a rainbow another place to be
Beautiful golden beaches, blue waves of foaming sea
Evergreen trees and roses red vibrant colors beautiful
Starfish drift in with the tide apples trees spawn fruitful
Unspoiled by mankind’s destructive industrious ways
Seals live in peace in winters cold, not being sleighed
Forests remain intact not butchered and turned to paper
Natures life survives in a world that’s much safer
Butterflies dance birds sing in springtime breeze
Somewhere over a rainbow another place to be

David Swinden © 3/3/2016

I didn’t seek you out
Or know but a faint sniff of your existence.
Whilst I sat by the quiet waters of Mpushini Falls
Where mighty Shaka and his impis speared tribes into oblivion,
You sleighed your way down crispy white snow
Once stained by the blood of atoning fathers
Which rolled the red carpet over white supremacy.

You got my details from the nuns.
They thought it would be best
To make connections over the hinterland and ocean.
You were much better than the German Greek who
Was your predecessor.
You should have seen him – posing on the couch
So snugly with mom, dad and sis. Where was I going to fit?

Was it shame that moved you to write?
Trying to water choked South African wild oats
With your western notion of outreach,
Thinking that you have everything that I don’t?
No swollen bellies or elephant-back taxi rides here:
I’m just a budding soul finding my peace.
You’re disturbing this process – now buzz off.