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stood still,” has never been more real to me than in that moment. I tried to tell
myself it wasn’t real, but those words that my mom spoke as we walked in the
house, “he’s gone,’ kept ringing through my head louder than anything. It was
silent, other than the sobs. I have never heard silence be so loud. I kept
thinking, “how can my dad be gone, this can’t be real, maybe this is a mistake,
not my daddy.”
I am writing this book because I want others to know that they aren’t
alone. I want others to know that it’s okay to have questions and that it’s okay to
feel the way you do as long as you don’t come to rest on those feelings. I was
very angry for a long, long time. I didn’t understand how a loving God would let
my dad do something like this. Now I understand, we have free will. We make
our own decisions and those decisions have consequences, and when you have
a family, and you love people and are loved by people those consequences don’t
only affect you, they affect everyone around you. In this book you will find poems
from a few months after my dad passed away until just recently and it’s been six
year. I hope this brings some comfort to you an gives you hope. It may seem like
your world is falling apart, but don’t give up. In these poems you may find that
you have the same feelings or the same questions. I can’t promise you that you’ll
find an answer, but I can promise you that even though it may not seem like it
now, that it will get easier. You will be able to begin to live your life if you choose
to. Sometimes the past will hinder us, but we have to learn to let go and let God.
I would not have made it to the point I am in my life now had I not learned to lean
on God. I tried for a long time to hide the pain, hide the feelings, and hide from
God when all along all I needed to do was run to God because He was waiting
for me, just like He’s waiting for you. I can’t sit here and say there aren’t times
when I still wonder why or what I could have done, but I do know that it has gotten
easier. There are still days where I question what I could have done and I think
about my dad everyday, but I am trying to learn more and more everyday to give
every piece of it to God.
Form:
a hundred thousand miles away
i know you wont hear me when i say
Just how much i love you, every single day
I know its too good to be true
but yet i stil lay on my roof and think of you
i look at the stars and realise how plain they are compared to you
beautiful in everything you do
dont try to argue, cuz you know its true
baby im the only ONE for you
yes baby i know wat ur gonna say and yes i love you too
kisses like crack
heart gone crazy for u its outta whack
lost in your heart and im never goin back
Your love is ecstacy
makes me wonder how much ur missin me
are u missin me like im missin you?
unlless u leave baby we'll make it through
best i ever had like drake promise you
ime the one that always has to settle
but yet i found you and ur hotter than a boiling kettle
i thought long ago my heart was made of metal
u lit the spark that brought me to life
girlie just told me that i get
the most amazing girl i ever met
the one ill never forget
even once you leave
ill be heartbroken but ill still belive
that your the only one for me
stay up late at night throwing rocks out the window till you see
your yard full of candles spelling out "i love you nikki"
lips like caramel, sweet and sticky
baby im so happy you wanna be with me
no ill never leave baby i cant help but to linger
nikki touched my heart and it wraped around her finger
stranger than fiction
too strong to even mention
girlies out of this world like a star trekk convention
thank god for cameras, they were the greatest invention
capture time the way you were wen you were mine
so i can save u in a box when you leve me behind
and then i can still have you when you are not mine
love is not willing it is blind
my heart is yours
delivered to your doorstep
wanna be my baby mama
come with me, heavens in you arms, stay there to get away from drama
dont ever leave baby, cuzz ill die from heart trauma
so when your gone and you get this
and im outside your window, throwin rocks at your window till you see
all the candles in your yard spelling out "i still love you nikki"
dont get mad.... just come back to me
cuz im sittin on my roof just thinkin of you,
wonderin if my heart would still be whole if i sent it to you.
The red-bellied woodpeckers
and wood thrushes of Central Park ...
hanging in majestic oaks
and shady dogwood trees,
woke up early to greet
the glowing sun from the East,
and unable to speak
in the human voice...
they used their melodies
to send us this message,
"There's sorrow lingering
in the September warm air;
summer is ending
and fading out
like a distant star;
from a short distance
tragedy will strike
to shake everyone up
with horrendous fright...
death mocks life
with a foul laugh!"
When peace dominated over
the still and peaceful
New York Harbor,
Manhattan found itself under
clouds of debris and dust
and the stifling,black smoke
could be seen from each County...
to dispel the wrong assumption
that it was the safest city!...
And this act of terror
stirred up much contention
to have struck it so unvaliantly!
Manhattan under dusty clouds,
never before we heard anguish in voices...
as fighfighters raised the American flag
on a pile of smoking rubble:
they were so courageous and didn't tremble...
what was so pretty,looked so sad!
Those swelling and blacks clouds
haven't vanished yet
in the drifting winds,
they are stil rising...
unable to be forgotten
and many would have given
their own lives to prevent
all that from happening!
We silently stood there so helpless,
crying and praying even for the strangers
who couldn't fight
the smoke and flames
and live to tell their story,
which others will write
for their country to be read aloud,
but many will relive that tragedy!
Manhattan under dusty clouds,
the greatest city under siege...
putting away its prestige,
but calling out to the Nation
not to resist the deed of mortification
and become vulnerable to more attacks!
Manhattan under dusty clouds
in a month when daffodils and lilacs
made it beautiful...waving in grassy meadows,
forcing the broken spirit
to leave that spendid Paradise
and face a crude reality and weep!
Manhattan under dusty clouds,
but the flag still waves with pride,
and anyone counting its stars
knows that they are intrepid...
truly inseparable by those
sharing the same fate and beliefs!
Gewoonlik is my boundaries sterk
Word ek assigned deur guidance met a Engels'vlerk
My journey neem langer en my sielsnare word gevleg
My boundaries raak flexible en a unieke konneksies word aanmekaar geheg
A journey het ontwikkel in a vriendskap so eg
Dit gaan my verstand te bowe want dis so opreg
God praat in a taal
Wat ons laat stil staan
Aandagtig in afwagting laat luister
Na Sy liefdestaal wat Hy in ons harte fluister
God wil my wys ek is gebless
Sag en delikaat word ons 'gepress'
Hierdie keer is ek uitgebole vir a ses
Soms moet ek relax, let go en vergeet van die res
Hierdie is wat God vir my skets om te besef...
A vriendskap gestuur van Bo
A konneksie met frekwensies watse sein nie verloor
God het ons gebless met baie in stoor
A hegte band in ons harte in geboor
In a droom staan ek buite my liggaam en staar
Na a sielskonneksie so raar
A Visie in die droom omvou my om te aanvaar
God se tyd en redes is set in stone en klaar
Ek word gewys
ek is besig om op a deurskynende glasbord te skryf
Met rooi cokie en merke soos ek uitvee en oor die bord vryf...
jy kom met jou blou cokie aan
Help my met die organogram en teken a traan...
Verward staan my siel en kyk en wil net nader gaan...
Let op na die stilte, die konsentrasie en vloei
Saam vorm ons die kleur op die bord wat gloei
In a moment kraak die glas in a spiderweb form...
Begin ons huil soos a raining storm
Verward staan ek en kyk en vra Here wat nou???
Als was so spontaan hoekom kan dit nie aanhou???
Ek kry a duidelike antwoord wat van langs my af kom
Dink aan die visie...
dit slaan my stom...
A deurskynende glasbord so sterk en skoon
Maar wat is die doel as daar nie a boodskap in kleur vertoon
sonder kleur geskryf is die glasbord doelloos
Die 'smutch' merke op die bord is van gebeure in die lewe wat jou laat bloos
Die traan word vasgevang in die spiderweb
om jou te herinner julle is daar vir mekaar in die scattering moments of life in 'flashing' red
Live your life met veelvoudige pret.
They heard a murmur in your chest,
a whisper:
tiny fish lips bulging the surface.
A bubble, a b u r s t,
a blurp of sound
innocent as baby-lung collapses (expansions)
-- a gurgle in the night: taciturn.
You had to swallow a tube
and I know you hated that.
You hated the taste of dependency:
machinery air -- filtered, rancid,
thick like plant water.
You said your throat rasped, your lungs opened
with a sound like a suction cup,
and the machinery h i s s e d, licking its lips for alcohol and cancer.
They took pictures with sound waves,
rebounding them off your reverberating heart
and filling in the dark spaces with oscillating light.
And the whole time your chest continued its phthisic monologue,
whispering in stil.ted rib-cage morse code
-universal SOS, lighthouse wail-
leaving braille on the underside of your sternum
that not even I could
touch.
They said your heart had thickened beyond weakening,
churning your blood like milk into butter,
and I went into the bathroom and screamed myself h o a r s e
water running, hands over ears.
Later you would ask me why I splintered the mirror,
why I placed my palm and pushed
until spider webs spun themselves under my fingers
and bits snapped and sunk like thinthin ice beneath tiny children.
Why I stood in the road on a snowy evening,
arms outstretched,
waiting for the white of winter to consume me.
Why I cried as the shower beat down on me,
fingers searching for life beneath layers of skin:
tiny oval seeds g r o w i n g,
little black masses with tendrils sprouting,
roots delving.
A lump in one breast,
transfigured ellipsoid:
multiplying, metastasizing.
--milky white matter with blue veins extending.
Why?
Because you found a way to die: beautifully, tragically, easily, undoubtedly
and we both know it was me
who wanted to breathe through tubes,
no more heart
murmuring.
I would have loved to be
swati
To wear lihiya
And take part in the
umhlanga dance
Or even be venda
I wouldn't mind doing
the domba
Or beating the djembe
But I am only a mosotho
woman
Born of pedi and Tswana
Ntepa le dipheta
Complete my attire
Sure I would have loved
to be tsonga
To be called respectful
among modern women
Intelligent and humble
With no fear of eating
masonja
But I prefer my sour ting
le moody
Nama e Maratha le letibi
I would have loved to be
part of the ancient Dutch
To share with van riebeck
in the undertaking of the
command of the initial
Dutch settlement in south
Africa
Or even be English
I wouldn't mind having
the queen as my
grandmother
Drinking tea, shopping
sprees,feeling free with
no fees
But I do come from the
dusty streets of Vutta le
mkhala
Where children look
forward to go bolla
Where teenagers think
the government owes
them money for child
bearing
And some look forward
to university
I would have loved to be
Nguni
And proudly say my
president is Zulu
And gloat that most
freedom fighters were
Xhosa
I would smile and say i
am Ndebele
And though I don't live
ko kwagga
I stil enforce and respect
my culture
But I am pedi
Kemopedi ketletse lerato
Ketletse lerato lagofeta
boloko kagare ga Leshaka
Ke apara ntepa le dipheta
Ke ekgantsha ka setjo
saka
I appreciate who I an
From tzaneen to
polokwane
From northern cape to
the east
Or from Jozi to pitori
I appreciate other cultures
Brits to maftown
Ventersdorp to orania
I still appreciate
Pietermaritzburg to new
castle
Welkom to qwa qwa
I appreciate other cultures
Fore they bring definition
to who we are
3 great women in ur life,
three candlesticks sent to bring u
lite,
show u were u r in life and where u
cld
be,
if u listen u can hear em whispher,
cheering u on as u journey thru da
darknes,
listen to ur angels, u thot they were
just
candles?
I gues that cld explain the way u
handeled em
even when their tears like wax tried
to warn u with their burn, u were
stil a fool
with a prize he did nt earn,
u lost 1 ( 1 candle dies)
2 great women in ur life,
2 candlesticks sent to bring u lite,
show u were u r in life and where u
cld be,
if u listen u can hear em shouting,
cheering u on as u journey thru da
darknes,
listen to ur angels, u thot they were
just
candles? Life has u in its snare,
unforgivingly its
stares,
its nt as bright as it was before bt u
can
stil c, soldier on,u can make it
through
the rain..
The rain? Wat of those that light ur
path
u 4got ur angels
u didnt c ur world grow darker u
didnt
protect or cradle
the rain just stole a candle
u lost 2( another candle dies) 1
great woman in ur life,
one candlestick sent to bring u lite,
show u were u r in life and where u
cld
be,
if u listen u can hear her screaming,
cheering u on as u journey thru da
darknes,
listen to ur angel, she is more than
jus a
candle..
Ur world is so much darker
u hold her closer as she flickers
pause to take a picture ( flash) its
good u finaly c her worth
bt no candle lasts foreva
as u get to that finish line
she gives her final ray of light
u thank her with a kiss so lite, and
finaly
embrace the night, u r home and
so is she..
(Final canndle dies)
THE END
Form:
Die Lewens gang
So dwaal ek rond in die lewens gang
vol van verlange en oral teen di mure
hang potrete van herineringe.
Die tyd het geloop sy eie loop
geloop. Hy het ons mee gesleep en
wys gemaak. Tyd het geleer ons
geleer dat ale wonde genees, maar
tyd was ook te kort om vergaane
geliefdes weer te groet.
Soms is ons spyt gewees, soms het
ons net n sug van verligting, tyd sal
ons weer verder vat, Die onbekende
in die lewens lange gang af en oral
sal daar weer nog potrete by kom
van vriende en geliefdes wat in die
niet verdwyn. Maar die herinepringe
sal weer trug kom waneer ons stil
raak en trug blik na tye wat verby is.
Daar loop weer 2rye spore deur my
lewe, soos in die lewens gang van
ons lewe, verskyn daar ook n potrret
van jou op my muur, en ek weet uit
eindelik is jy ook op geteken in my
lewe. My gemoed raak stil want soos
van soveel kere van tevore moet ek
woner sal die potret bly hang, want
hier in die gang van di lewe is daar
onbekende dinge, dinge wat kan
uitwis dit wat eens mooi was. Dinge
wat gedagtes kan sper en gevoelens
kan koud laat, en ek skuif die prent
weer reg want met vetroue en geloof
sal die potret ook bly hang en die
kloue van liefde sal hou en nie laat
gaan.
Want die gang van die lewe is nooit
reguit nie.
Nuwe uit dagings wag. Om elke
draai, maar as ons om ons heen kyk
is ons geliefde daar, om te help te
hou op dit wat reg en eg is.
Want die mense rondom ons sien n
masker n masker wat niemand
behalwe ons geliefdes weet wat
agter aan gaan nie
at every chance at the slight of a glance barbed wire fence within advance..,
Johnny came out from the attic can you seek to cut it from above yet,
a rod and stain tossed brevity as easy as it may seam
given power in the pay check seeking self to please
running out of steam
slow at the staff ignored at the advance
heros breed a dime a dozen
Warhol sought his 15 minutes of fame
guided nurse we kiss and plow
sweet swollen kisses the more you ever plow
had lost the key to Drakar perfumed won
honestly you could see wait for the action one
from a distance we lie a wait and agree
we get behind a spark that's won
gripped together out of scorched mockery
running full circles within vast without
don't fear the reaper...
ravaged through the plunder the enemy screams
back pain hushed past the New York mile
the calm and hushed pull of the enemy
sharing thoughts of the make believe
no civil court a man of vial suited dreams
Colton rushes ahead to give me his hand a seated ham
the likes of Ashbery & Jackson...
my mind is clearer now
a curse nor a plough
bridges to cross Madison County
today we think with the lights to ponder
waiting stil ever realizing a peddal pushers dream
the sentiment of love out past the artic scene
you can take me across although a Nigga with fries
you could nail the porch out past the crowd of steam
life goes before the fall to the wanna beat no it all
Pond & Blake
make no mistake
put a silence to the know it all
As Long As I'm Still With You
We had the ups and downs
Sometimes it felt or I made
it seem that I just didn't wont to be with you
Nothing could ever take your place
Within my heart to yours
Nobody could set my heart free like you did
As Long As I'm Still With You
There are so many things we shared
The love we packed inside for each other
Nobody could ever take it away but God
Without him we couldn't make it though the storms
Nothing is so beautiful as the blue sky
As Long As I'm Still With You
When I got the message
That our love was going to vanish away
I broke down in tears
When I first heard I was breaking piece by piece
Nohting anymore can go wrong
Because when things get rough again
Lets put it in God hands
As Long As I'm Still With You
No one can change the way
I feel about you
Things came by hard as the days went by
We worked our way through them
But this one gave us a hard time
Because there was a decision to be made
A very important one
Do I really need you in my life
As Long As Im Still With You
Life would be a wreck
If I ain't go you
I don't want to go to the door no more
I used to run to it when I always think it was you
The phone rings
But I don't even want to get up no more
With you no more worries
You was there for me when things came by so hard
As Long As I'm Still With You
But as one we came along with out love
Nothing is better than being with you
As Long As I'm Still With You