Sweet Ginger

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‘Shadow of the day’

Play and play and release the locks of this attraction.

Sway and displace the diamond sealed in the concrete.

It shone and sparkled immense value.

Could’ve never ended and remained in your zone.

An amazing soul, rare and simply beautiful.

Replace this with thoughts known,

You pure gold, wish forces could entwine this desire not a norm.

Came packaged in a lovely form.

I viewed your sense and values and even butterflies fluttered and passed out from your flood of casual injection of euphoria.

Seems too futile…sadly the world hardly awards love.

Will it sub-side, found a real prince of note…maybe it could’ve been groomed and grown with the days.

Is it possible to remove such a being from my rooms of thought?

Will it get better or worse with time?

Hardly unreal when lips only recite our memories.

Make what’s engulfed me in your aura die,

It’s not needed, not happening again.

Why is it now…over and over again.

The stenches of my lust for you,

My longing to be in your presence.

For once, can I be blessed with  treasure like you.

Shiny and rare…beautiful and valuable.

Regrets of loving so easily has now become a punishment.

Again I need to mend the pieces,

The millions of pieces broken by heavy disappointment.

Why did those words you said colour my ears,

How can you have made me feel liked yet you saw past me.

Haven’t my feet walked this hurt before.

Seems things are too heavy…

Never golden or maybe their lame gestures have rusted my heart.

Hardly any good in the possibilities, I hate these realities.

I’m fed up with these warriors who easily pull on my heart-strings.

Where shall I rest?

Find comfort and acceptance from the evil rest.

I saw sanctuary in your eyes,

Pictured a loving soul and felt a honourable being from your touch.

Loosen my grip on what will never happen.

Too raw…yet the heart has become immune.

Now mind and energy drowns in gloom.

20years of living…still I believe in love.

Still I want to believe there’s one for me.

Understanding and equally loving.

But…sadly there’s been no luck.

Maybe, just maybe it’s my fault.

Maybe I reveal too much and have them regretting they laid eyes on me.

-Feb 2010

So Long...(Back when I hoped I'd be someone's someone...yet that someone still left me)

Strange as the dreams we set, forget, the seeds are laid in our forgiveness, fullness.

Help us reach the untouchables,

Forgettable, label us the monsters of consciousness.

Move on from hurts. Blurts of what set us aside,

It’s in the mind, take my emotions on a ride.

Erased are words you claimed completed my world.

Felt like your number one girl.

All is forgotten, you left marks unknown to my being.

I roam knowing, I was worthy of meeting my possible Life King.

It was amazing, emotions you raised that falling, deeper in your aura of un-felt loving.

All that’s left is to say Thank-you.

I’m cemented, firmly in your grounds so new. I felt you.

Saw you as my partner in love.

It’s kept me awake, it wasn’t fake.

Left and gone…I’m grateful I knew you and went through all I did with you.

Lovers of Love

Days when shyness pinned us to our own demons.

Seeing our hope listed under the removals, since then a woman has stood the trial.

Grey days were when inferiority packaged our existence, having no alliances.

The wise and old, all races…somehow all dream of a free country…

One embracing our intelligence first, ignoring what’s deemed sultry.

Acknowledge our sweet injection of love into everything we touch.

Giving the unmaterialistic treasures and giving birth to God’s beauty.

Pieces of His Majesty shining in our off-springs.

Grant us…allow us to defeat the injustice and constant beatings.

Give us a chance to not see the green-eyed monster, looking back in our reflection.

Allow us to smile without having a flood of tears drowning our stint of joy.

Allow our voices to drown the critics.

Deafen the whistles gasping at sights of beautiful skin.

We love the sight of harmony.

The feeling of understanding.

So long we’ve waited for complete freedom for the world’s life-bearers.

Warm nurtures, replicas of angels...

Fear the power they possess,

Well mannered and hardly careless.

No perfection but a journey to wholeness.

Greatness is forever in us.

See our worth not from what pleasures you had in mind.

Rather polish our worth with genuine words while appreciating our presence.

Women are sprinkled with only what we know and understand.

Morals, values and good characters.

Lovers of love and abundant givers love.

1993

The inviting face of a happy ever-after...a bubble of light fairy colours and shades.

The chasm is broken by a burning sting from a brewing pot of disbelief...”It could never happen.”

To sadly sit through reality, paging through fantasy pages and drawing the outline of each character as though they would appear before your sights, is a thieve to the present blessings.

It is a frilly beginning to the rest of nothing. 

The simple gesture of a warm dashing smile creeps into the lonely heart and formulates hard to believe possibilities.

Slowly and surely the brewing pot of self-image disputes threads a thick rope of scepticism and doubt that some dreams will never come true.

The rope gets stronger each day...it hangs over dreams and unhurriedly forms a loose noose in case everything crumbles.

Yet it seems all, if not, most dreams have crumbled...yet the hope that tomorrow might bring gold keeps blood flowing, pumping life to the musty heart.

Process the “what-ifs”, birthing the idea of eternal bliss. Sadly the assured bliss isn’t tangible at the moment.

We share laughter and thoughts, a bit of this and that...playing peak-ah-boo in each other’s minds.

Yet it isn’t enough to warrant further communication. Or perhaps there shouldn’t be further communication.

The cover might be appealing but the content could very well be unexciting.

Muddled in the passing years...a change in ages each year, you endlessly look forward to your treasures.

Perhaps the eyes should remain shut and instead search with the heart, or maybe the mouth should remain quiet, allowing the soul to speak.

Well...the skies hold our conversation and in the clouds it shall remain. 

Forever Golden. Never Forgotten.

Ngono wa ka (My Gran) embodied outstanding radiance, deep wisdom which brightly beams around my fondest memories of her.

Beyond just being My Gran...she epitomized strength and discipline. Grace and effortless love.

Our hearts ache, pained by your departure from this world. Such a loss leaves all smiles sad, all laughter silent.

Had time shifted or stood still...I could have been able to squeeze in a good-bye.

But instead you left this upside-down land of the living and joined the forever-joyful eternal realm.

We are counselled to know you ache no more, we are comforted to remember He who gave us breathe is now talking long walks with you down  pearly walkways.

I appreciate all the amazing memories I have of you Ngono Tonono. From early childhood visits to your warm home, to the very last telephone conversation I had with you two months ago.

The visit I owe you will be fulfilled when we meet again.

Your presence made the most insecure soul feel complete; your wisdom cemented one’s worth, with each glimpse of your smile coating the hopeless with triumph.

Aus Neo and Aus Nana, my superb sisters... I will continue to gently whisper silent prayers of healing and peace, comfort and serenity.

To hold up the precious principles, the invaluable lessons along with the instilled admirable morals Ngono Tonono imparted to you.

Remembering the beloved gift her life was to everyone who’d been graced by her un-judging yet discerning and loving spirit.

We will forever miss you. Love you. Treasure you.

Sour with the Angels and rest peacefully with Him who called you home.

Words from my heart

Foamy waters crash against my dry skin, millions of tiny sand grains make their way up my heels.

I take in the wideness, broadness and unending blue ocean, it's color burns my heart, bores into my eyes...causing them to cry.
Shed warm tears that join the to-n-fro waves.

I take in the majestic power that lies in these waters, I soak the sun with every blink and wonder about the Hand that put all this water here.

He must be Great, out of this world, unimaginable.
I sense the wisp slaps of droplets telling my soul I have all I need.
There's no place or need to worry. I have no more ways to express the awe of this vast sea.

Area immeasurable and a home to thousand of billions of creatures. Unfounded and found, unseen and seen...all living beneath the depths of water.

Each to its Creator invaluable in His sight.

Gold Trimmings

The simplicity of life seeping breath into your tired being, comes as no surprise when the Angel of Life reminds you of the beauty of living.

It has been a while since the heart pumped warm blood, it has been a while since the eyes cried warms tears.

It takes a while for the mind to grasp things of this world, when in fact  all you need is a glowing star to remind you of where are and who put you there.

Hidden is the treasure of the unseen, in the treasured areas are the rusted golds.

When there is no more room to expand understanding, no measures taken to fill the empty, where to would be the best direction to lead the dreams.

Candy Floss and tears.

I am so disappointed...disappointed in love.
It had unlocked so many closed doors and exposed my eyes to beautiful sights.
It had my heart pounding out of excitement and my tummy in knots.
I would close my eyes and feel the warmth of your hug engulf me in its ecstasy...
Ecstasy defined as "a state of being carried away by an overwhelming emotion".
It felt like I was swept away...lifted off the ground and hung up to soak up this Love.
I had no reservations...since this love showed me sights I never knew existed.
It had my highest level of thought twisted in gold rims and candy floss...lost in the fairytale that always ends happily.
Love. Love. Love.
Words formed little bubbles of thrill all around my imagination.
Cushioning any doubt I might have. It smoothed the rough edges and made the difficult seem easy.
It had me looking forward to a life with you.
Looking forward to the fights and smiles, the laughter and cries.
I used to tell you your laughter brings so much joy to my heart...
Love. I have so many things to tell you. I have so much I want to share with you.
I am upset, disappointed...yet I am excited and I still love you, love.
When you came along I belonged to the fragile kind, the dreamy kind, those that believed in the impossible.
My heart got strengthened with each day, my poems building my broken soul.
I can still see you, every second blink has your wonderful face floating by.
I blink harder to try and remove any trace of you...
Love. Feels like you tore out my heart and smashed it against a high concrete wall.
You wore your biggest boot and kick me in the guts, making me question if I truly deserve you.
Love. It had me writing endlessly about the golden embroidery you were adding to my tapestry.
Tapestry that details the path of my life...you my Love have been added onto my tapestry. Like it or not.
You are there, blending in with the adventures of my life.
I will remember you, forever think about you...Love, I will you have settled in the depths of my being.
Stacked under the "Lost and never found".
Time to move on...