"transparant" poems
ek is deurskykend, transparant, deurmekaar
opsoek na my vrede, my mensweesm my wees
ek voel so secondhand, so op gebruik, so klaar
bid vir verlossing, a trade in vir n nuwe vlees, nuwe gees, beter wees
my oe hoop op vol trane on gehuil
ek slaan lelike kolle uit in my sogenoemde persoonlikheid
maar dis alles ek, ek wat my vervuil
ek wat my eenkant hou, ek wat my uit smyt
ek wat ja se al wil als binne my nee skree
ek wat bly staan terwyl ek moes weg hardloop
ek wat myself wou uitvee
ek wat myself vir cheap thrills verkoop
maar hirdie ek is te oud om te kniel
hierdie ek word te oud om te glo
so ek staan waar ek staan en verniel
en ek bly staan sonder n tree en verloor
kyk dis ek wat hier staan, te sad om te bid
te seer om te huil, versteen deur my toedoen
daar is geen hande vat en aansit
maar ek dra dit met n smile want dis my skoen
Jul 7, 2015
Jul 7, 2015 at 11:42 PM UTC
Pretty summer wind against my skin
the summer heat cannot beat me
so many shady trees with the lovely breeze
the mockingbird does not mock me
he chants for me like the nightingale
most beautiful but why
his cage is in the auction for sale
never compare a mockingbird with a nightingale
i don't either compare an orca with a whale
pretty summer wind against my skin
summer heat has long time taken place
i enjoy this dutch hot summer on my face
with its cool breeze within
if we are attentive enough
nature has oft its balance
in fact easy to discover though
it's all so transparant
and of much importance
© Sylvia Frances Chan
Jul 18, 2018
Jul 18, 2018 at 6:48 AM UTC
I have never felt this transparant
All the walls I have been building
Seem to melt since the moment
You stared right through my eyes
And deep into my soul
I have never liked to be this vulnerable
But with the safety that fires from your soothing voice
And the warmth that electrifies me
Whenever we lock skin
I am no longer scared of what you could do to me
I'd be more than honoured
To get broken by you, my love
Apr 16, 2015
Apr 16, 2015 at 3:15 AM UTC
Beauty isn't always what meets the eye
Beauty and aesthetics doesn't always share it's meaning
True beauty is transparant
No physical or real solid form
Seek and you will see
The true form of beauty
Ignore and you will mourn
The absence of peace
What lies beneath the surface
Is the answer to your question
Feel and you will experience bliss
See and drift away from depression and oppression
Jul 7, 2018
Jul 7, 2018 at 10:52 PM UTC