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When we were little she told these wild stories…about dragons and dinosaurs…
She said she was a princess who loved to run along the shore..
She said sometimes she flew with angels….She said angels like to hold your hands.
She said she visited castles on the tops of mountains…way off in far away lands.
And I would listen to her stories when we played together every day
and when I asked her how she did it, “I ‘magin it.” she’d say.
“It’s really very simple…If I want to float up in the air
or fly across the ocean…I ‘magin that I’m there.”
“Every time I ‘magin…I’m in for a big surprise
that’s why every time I ‘magin…I never close my eyes.”
“I want to see what kind of bird I am…on that nest in the top of the tree.
I want to see what I am wearing…as a pirate on the sea.”
“I never know when I ‘magin…what adventures will await
I want to see the color of my horse as I storm the castle gate.”
“I want to see as I sit upon my throne if my cushion is bright red.
I want to count the number of diamonds in the crown upon on my head.”
She taught me how to ‘magin with her…and I joined her on the seas
I helped her stormed the castles…together we floated on the breeze….
I helped her count her diamonds as she sat upon her throne
as we ‘magined neither one of us would ever be alone…
And though it’s been many years since I have seen her…
there are days I ‘magin back to when we were pirates on the sea…
or storming castles… or fighting dragons….
and I ‘magin…so does she.
There’s no fighting the thick black wet, misty fog unwilling to be unfold
Winding path full of fearsome obstacles blocking and taking a stranglehold
Silhouettes of skeletal tree branches and roots reaching out to impose and take hold
Ever so slowly lifting my numb bare feet
With every footstep sinking into the wet sticky pitch black tar
A spell that needs to dispel this illusion
Am I making the right choice
In reaching for the door?
I feel a sense of freedom
If I open the door
Heart pounding against my chest
Soaking wet with sweat
Uncontrollable shaking
Legs buckling
Placing my fingers around the doorknob
Slowly turning
The door flies open
Blinding illuminating light
Brilliant rainbow colors
Clear blue sky
Smell of the ocean breeze
Drawing a deep breath with a sigh of relief
Bad dream
© 6/19/2015
My heart pounds harder than a door step full of Jehovah witnesses who are overly eager to spread their word. My surveillance of my surroundings are laser sharp. My observation is in constant rotation skimming from side to side like a CCTV camera when trying to decipher what belongs and what doesn't. I am a free thinker but at the same time I know not to let my inner thoughts get away from me because not all will relate to my way of thinking. I'm not crazy I'm just curious. I know there's 3 sides to every story, my side, your side & the truth. If the Devil is a so-called lie than why do we fear his foundation of truth? Why is it that we use the devil's role as our excuse of reasoning when we ourselves do wrong or stray from our destined path in life? If we as a whole choose to make him the topic of discussion by placing him within our conversations when amongst each other than does that mean God is nothing more than gossip? Why is it that we pick one to blame yet choose the other to believe? In reality if I put all my time & faith strictly into that of God then what am I leaving myself to invest in towards my belief of self? It's not selfish thinking on my part but in reality a logical train of thought laced with curiosity & wonder fueled further with questions due to lack of proof beyond words alone which are shared from one to the next. I'm not stuck in the middle caught up between Angel's & Demon's fighting on opposite shoulders, I'm the puppet master hidden in the shadows pulling the strings creating the controversy that unfolds between them. I'm your rollercoaster of emotions from the pain you feel when you're heartbroken to the ecstacy you feel when you're in love & riding on cloud 9. I'm am the bad that comes with the good, the doubt that strays from belief. While on this journey of life I either make a way in my navigation through it or I sit stuck in place & make an excuse to why there isn't one. I am God, God is me.
Woman in Chains
(What Man Would Abide It?)
Women throughout centuries – the softer sex.
I picture them subservient since what feels like time primordial!
What man would abide
being sold as if mere chattle and being called another’s property?
What man, with a love of learning or of writing,
would acquiesce and be denied
the education and the opportunities he so desired?
What man would dare take second place -
hiding in the background or covering his face
because society or church said things were meant to be that way?
What man would abide having cut off from his body
that part of him from which carnal pleasure is derived?
What man would let his feet be broken as a child,
bound up to resemble hooves to keep him in his place?
What man would abide being burned alive
if the dowry of his spouse were deemed unsuitable?
What man would abide (if not so inclined)
enduring the agonies of giving birth again and again
because his spouse preferred he stay at home?
What man would abide being raped or even killed
as punishment for even being raped?
What man would endure constant beatings for “his own good”
and feel good that his church or state approved this?
What man, if he were able to get pregnant,
would take on all the stress of unwed motherhood
when the one who got him pregnant bailed on him?
What man would abide the stigma and the soiled reputation?
What man would prostitute himself to feed his babies
because a job for one like him would not be given?
What man would abide living enslaved by an abuser,
afraid to run away or be found and killed by his abuser?
Atrocities like these through centuries have too long been endured.
No man would for so long a time endure them.
For reasons of pure biology, the role of the abused
was hoisted primarily on women.
Thank God for those strong women a mere century ago
who stood up, bravely fighting for women’s rights.
Thank God for lonely sister souls in faraway places
who even now stand fighting against inequities -
simply for the fact that they were born the softer sex.
Aug. 31, 2020 for John Hamilton's Woman in Chains Contest
I am Neo Lechwenyo,
Born under the September skies,
On the 19th day, in ‘07,
A boy raised in Kimberley,
In a world where shadows and light collide.
I grew up fatherless,
A silent ache in my chest,
A story untold,
A man not there to teach me how to be a man.
But in his absence, I found strength—
To create, to dream, to rise,
To find my voice in poetry, in music,
In the rhythm of words that healed my soul.
I am the son of a woman who gave all,
Who left too soon,
But her love lingers in the echoes of my heart,
Guiding me even in the darkest moments.
Her memory, a beacon I follow—
Even though the world was never kind,
She gave me a fire, a passion,
To carve my name into the world’s fabric.
Through my art, I tell my truth—
In poems and songs,
I confront my anger,
My hurt,
The things that tried to break me.
I use my music to channel what’s been buried,
To speak the pain, the love,
The battles I fight every day.
And then, I met her—
Ntshepeng,
The light in my world,
The one who turned my darkness into something pure,
A love that’s beyond words,
A word I created: Lovinity.
A love that isn’t in the dictionary,
But lives in the space between us,
In every touch, every laugh,
Every moment we share.
I am not defined by my losses,
Nor by the absence of those who should’ve been there.
I am defined by what I create,
By the way I choose to rise from the ashes,
By the way I love,
And the way I keep fighting—
Every single day.
I am Neo Lechwenyo,
A poet, a musician,
A dreamer,
A son,
A man who knows pain,
But knows how to turn it into purpose.
The strange light
oh God show me the way
cos am most satisfied
with your direction
I need no other rules
if is not ordained by you
The strange light
oh God gave me your
wisdom
in a world created by
you
you have given me
nature
the greatest gift
I could ever ask for
please don't let me
abuse her
cos I need her light
to keep going
the strange light
oh God direct
my mind
cos along my was
confusion never leaves
me alone
cos this light I
pass on in life
are confusing
sometimes it lighting
sometimes it deep
sometimes it blue
yet am great full cos
I go your light on my
soul
yet the hunters light
are strange
always fighting with my
light
their light never suit my
nature
cos it never light up
nothing good in my soul
what a light
the strange light
Sadness is no bigot or sexist. It does not judge who it chooses to consume. It has no specific taste buds for he's, her's and you's. Just the need to fill you with emptiness and dark gloom.
No reason sometimes for the cloud that chooses to rain on your parade. Just a never ending feeling of guilt, emptiness and shame.
It can morph into a voice of you your own, constantly telling you lies to burden your soul. It wants you in a weakened state, so it can take over your heart and claim your spirits break.
I tell you this from personal affairs. I constantly fight this demon daily, from taking my air. Each time I start feeling the power increase, I get a pen and paper and write a note that says: "No thank you, you can leave".
Don't let it make you feel alone. If you do that, it wins and your life is no longer your own. I have fought six battles already today and I haven't even left my house, now that's something to say.
Choose to be strong, choose to be a light, choose your life, and always be prepared to fight.
We've all arrived at the point of our
homecoming and have come to realize
That life can be a stumbling block or
a stepping stone towards the heavenly prize
And our departure our homegoing
will surely come one day
Just make sure you fought the good fight
as you journeyed on your way
Yes life is a struggle, a tug of war
a push and a pull
But never forget to move forward
to progress like a tenacious bull
For power concedes nothing
we must fight for everything
There will be tears, there may be fears
Just don't stop til the final bell rings
My 1st Lady Dr. Angela Farr- Griffin
was a fighter most supreme
A progressive praying warrior
who lived out her dream
A valedictorian in high school
who earned her Masters and Ph.d
A promoter of health and wellness
a Doctor of Physical Therapy
A mother of 2, a grandmother to 2
and wedded for 40 years
She fought cancer to the bitter end
and never showed any fear
A life worth fighting for
that's how we all should live
To put on the full armor of God
and the Holy Spirit to us He did give
A soldier in the army of the Lord
she battled and fought every day
Her homegoing has come to pass
and towards Heaven she's made her way
She witnessed, worked and worshiped
to increase the kingdom of God
She always put her faith first
and from Him she would never depart
Passionate about many causes
Which led her to start many ministries
She believed if you stayed idle
you can't claim the victory
But most of all she was a worshipper
she continuously praised the Lord Christ
She danced, she sang she exalted Jesus
everyday of her life
But the devil is a liar
who only wants to destroy
But Angela was a jubilant warrior
consistently filled with joy
She fought the good fight
she had a life worth fighting for
And now she with her Savior
Our Lord Christ forevermore
I was hurting and lost, so many tears that I cried,
Needing you there, simply close by my side.
But while I was breaking beneath all that strain,
You worried what truth might dismantle or change.
Not what it cost me to finally speak,
Not how exhausted, frightened, and weak.
Your fear wasn't for the pain I'd endured,
But for the image you'd so carefully secured.
An old version of me was fading away,
Being buried in pieces day after day.
The girl who survived by denying her pain,
Had carried me far but could not remain.
I didn't know how to grieve who I'd been,
Or make sense of the losses unfolding within.
The life that I knew was slipping from sight,
While truth pulled me gently into the light.
I needed you then. More than words can explain.
I needed compassion to balance the pain.
A kindness so basic, it needed no plea.
Yet while I was drowning, you still blamed me.
As though I wasn't fighting to remember how to live,
With nothing left inside me and no more to give.
You demanded I consider what this was doing to you,
While I watched my own world split cleanly in two.
Why?
Why ask for my strength when mine was all gone?
Why ask me to carry you while barely hanging on?
Why ask me for comfort, for answers, for proof,
While grief tore apart every beam of my roof?
You hide behind stories and self-serving tales,
Claiming abandonment with more lies and wails.
Piling on guilt when I scarcely could tell,
If I’d survive what it took to escape from that hell.
You left me shattered with too much to grieve.
Then acted bewildered when I chose to leave.
Not because I loved you less than before.
But because you took all I had and still wanted more.
i see with the eyes of my soul,
i love in depth in the same exact way,
we're always fighting ourselves not to look at others in this particular way,
we can't see past mistakes, forgiveness means letting down your guard,
this tiny room we've sheltered inside of us leaves us maimed and scarred,
what if we cleaned out all the baggage, and the resentment and anger
disappeared,
the room wouldn't look tiny and sheltered anymore, the floor is now visibly clear,
we've pushed out the old and made room for the new, and learned a lesson in
the same hand,
the things we didn't let go of are now understood, it was all just a part of god's
plan,
we learn from our hurts but he never garantees we'll ever get hurt again,
but the important process we must get taught through all of this is where it first
began,
to pull from within your spiritual strength, family and friends by u to hold your
hand,
to kiss u and hold u and stay close to your side, and help u to get up when u can't
stand,
i've been through incredible amounts of loss, and the people who were loyal
flocked to my side,
for this is where u find true love in your life, this is where your true friendships lie.
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