One day i will tell the story…..
I wrote this for you when you needed it the most….
I have all this poetry kept inside
But I don’t know for whom should I write
I have often wondered will it heal me ,
If I can get these words out of me.
All I want is to write , but I don’t know
Why?
I need to get it out, it is making me seek for an escape
Anywhere, on everyone’s face and everything around me
I need my words to have a reason for
existing.. I just can’t write empty words
Empty words!!!….
How can I reach you so you can understand
If I don’t have you, my poetry will be a mixture of only letters
so?
How will I reach you if the only words I
Know right now is I need You… to help me ecsape
into the pool of the alphabet!!
as I drive towards the city they call the mother city I saw it
It is majestic!
for it welcomed me with warmth only a mother can give
a moment treasured forever and i feel like a lost soul
that has come home to its santuary..
i watched you grow into a master piece
as i approached you and you make me feel small
but never inferior. you control this city, you rule
it with your overwhelming presence and energy…..
how many admiring glances do you get per day i wonder
perfection can’t describe your profoundness
i wish i can be as steady as you…. you are there
for all to see and yet somewhere down here a rush of people
are making a living forgetting about you, forgetting that you are
the reason they live here…
they concerns not with you but what happens around you and
how they hurt each other and that cloud that surrounds you on
certain days is it a way to keep out the noise the hustle and bustle of the
of the city or do you cover yourself to embraced the times
when but none was around.
i treasure you Table Mountain for you are a work of art everyday of my life here
you bring peace to my soul and whenever I conquer to the top of you
you bring me a sense of freedom
you have different views of yourself everyday…and whenever I look
out my window and you are there rock steady is when my thoughts become calming,
you make me feel close to nature in this concrete city….
i never feel lonely cause you there looking over
all of us you are my direction when i am lost.
you are all that makes sense in this madness of this city life
never a day goes by that i don’t give an bewildered stare and realise how unique you are.
Since you left that one morning,
I somehow knew that I was gonna do it
All on my own.
I tried fighting to keep us together for the sake of
Us, somehow I knew it was never gonna happen
All alone I am
Tears and heartache followed like a dark cloud
I embrace the fact it is over and never gonna be
I have to do it all by myself, cause I have you.
All alone all on my own.
I have found my freedom, I am no longer scared
of the absent one, who is never gonna be
I know I can do it, for you have only me and I
promise never will you long, cause I believe
We are not Alone
We can do this together You and I
As mother I will try everything possible and
will fill the emptiness of the one that is gone
For I will be the proud mother and you will be prouder.
Cause the two of us we gonna show the world
What can be done even if
We are alone….but not on our Own….. 
Laying on green medows on a sunny day, I can feel the sun warming my skin, hear the birds calling their partners and the wind carry whispers of mother earth, when last have I heart my heart beat so clearly I can’t helped but think of the Psalms the joys of the heart for a greater Being out there knew that connecting with mother earth will lead you back to the truth. I try and open my eyes as slowly as I can and through my lashes i can see many rainbows, feel my fingertips touch hope , my lips taste potential and my feet”s hunger to resume my journey cause the rest was needed.
Let me be…
I am a free spirit since the day I was born,
So please note that I do not share the same concept
As my siblings, I live by the words in my head and with passion in my heart
So when you feel I am not ordinary, I was never intended to slave myself to
This world of normality
So let me be…
And If today I wear my thoughts for clothes ,
My words my hair and the passion as my sandals’
Then I have lived a day true to myself for this is
my world where ordinary has no existence..
so let me be….
So one day when I have put all the words
On paper that is filled with passion , where it will
Reveal it’s true brilliance, then I will be content with my
World I created only then I pray you see my world as it is not
As different as yours only then you will realize how extraordinary
You are…
So please let me be….
Tempation….
The rules of all rules is never give into temptation,
The one thing that prevents you from what
You most desire….
The word itself feels like vermin for those who have fallen
victim to the it…..
You can avoid it, for how long but in the end you can’t deny that sometimes
Wanting something can so easily turn into something you need. Convincing yourself
That one time would not make a difference….and that you can’t go on without it….
Oh and then the sheer pleasure….when you indulge yourself into it,
Oh how you feel with that first kiss, touch or feelings almost sensual oh…
How good does that make you feel, the feeling of you deserving everything about it
Makes it even more rewarding…
Sometimes braking the rules seems the only way to get what you want….and we believe it until we give into it completely….
So then I have to ask myself will you prevail this time around, cause those black silhouettes really look divine…. And in the black dress I have to buy at the little shop on our way out, will make a match made in heaven……
Who said braking the rules could not be temptation itself….
Let my hope never fades as a quickly as a sunset..
What is romance? and what is romantic?, since I can remember it was depicted as walks on the beach,sunsets, strawberries & cream, shampagne and cool drinks on excotic islands. We were taught this, whether your mother told you or you read it in romance novals, these scenes were never far from your mind when talking about romance.
I have grown up to believe it is love letters, white weddings, beautiful settings and a very handsome hunk! and the list goes on. Flowers and Chocolate were the best gifts a guy could give a woman, but through the years we have learned that it is not the gift or the perfect romantic moment. You can give a sixteen year old some flowers and chocolate and she will be thrilled, give a twenty eight year old woman flowers and chocolate and you would be cross questioned about your intension. This is how i believe we mature in romance and love, later in life you will learn it is not the times you took long walks on the beach but rather when your partner knows you better than yourself or the romantic evenings with candlelight and great food but rather the times you spend together as friends.
Great romance stories has been told, but never the one’s of the couple that recently celebrated their 50th anniversary or the forty year old’s that recently got married after decades of waiting and our parents surely they must have had some feelings for one another depending on where they are now.I wanna know if the story is still romantic even if you partner broke your heart in a thousand pieces? The start of a relationship is always the best and this also determines where the relationship leads to. The courting stage is very important as it is the story to be told, why does it have to end there..
Romance should be when you woke up in the morning and you look at your sleeping partner and your heart skips a beat and you realise how lucky you are, when you brush your teeth together, the way your partner intrigues you with that certain gesture they make. It is the moments we have with them every moment every second whether it is just sitting in silence and one disturbs it just to give the other one a kiss.
I t is those moments that should be considered romantic, the times you have to sacrifise so little for their pleasure and the times when they look at your from across a crowded room and you know it means that they love you. That for me is romance, the moments we share everyday with them.We look past it cause we see everyday and everyday we spend with them it is romantic….
“The memories are what keeps us going after they have long past.”