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Chantel Matthee Poem
As I lay in this peaceful sleep
I want you to remember me
Remember the child I was
As I lay in this peaceful sleep
So shall I be with God
I shall be standing with him holding his hand
Smiling down upon you in the sun’s rays, warming those cold and lonely days
As I lay in this peaceful sleep
I want you to remember me
As you will hear my little voice in the howling wind
As it blows into your ears
As I lay in this peaceful sleep
I want you to remember me
When you feel my hands in the light and gentle rain
As it falls upon your face
As I lay in this peaceful sleep
And the day falls and the night rises
I want you to remember me
When you look up
So shall you see my bright eyes in the stars
As they are shining upon you
As I lay in this peaceful sleep
I want you to remember me
When you listen to the thunder
For that shall be my heart
As my heart lives on
Copyright © Chantel Matthee | Year Posted 2012
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Chantel Matthee Poem
When I look at you with a sudden devilish glare
White tears of blood drip from eyes
In this chapped church you call your house
How cold it is
As I walked forth
For the ghost of you does exist
My heart beats a thousand pulses
As my eye’s dare to stare at thy cross
I do not blink
A cold and icy shiver runs down my spine
Ears deafen with a sharp ring from thousand of angel whispers
I fall to my knees on mercy
I’m battered and bruised from head to toe
I’m engorged from head to toe with demonic blood
Oh Lord… I beg of you to forgive me
Oh how I’ve sinned my Lord
My dear God… Punish me for what I have done and for what I’m about to do
I cannot contain myself
My mind is filled with holocaust crimes
This dweller with in my soul leaded me into temptation
Banish this evil dweller within my soul
For Jesus KALIMERA!
Copyright © Chantel Matthee | Year Posted 2012
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Chantel Matthee Poem
I wish I had a tree to hang my heart on
An eagle to sore with my soul
A stream to carry me away to that promised land
I wish I had a mirror that was blind
An endless book to write my story
A golden cloth to stain with emotion
I wish I had a bed that would never be made for me to lie in
A key that would never unlock this door
And a sword that would never be mightier than my pen
I wish that fantasy would be reality
Imagination to be phenomenal
And chemistry between flesh and blood a philosophy
I wish I had a clock that could make time stand still
Love to be solitary
And that you save me from behind this crimson door
Copyright © Chantel Matthee | Year Posted 2012
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