ALL IT TAKES
All it takes is a gentle chord in muted brass
The track does not need to be a tearjerker
But that certain sound always hits the mark
Not just lungs and lips to make the sound
Discipline for sure, but needs emotion too
And nostalgia echoes with tears in my eyes
Of days gone by with modest contributions
A part of sometimes magical arrangements
Capturing images of my deepest thoughts
Finally freed, and let loose into the world
To inspire, maybe trigger some memories
It may die away into silence, yet it lingers
Perhaps to even haunt another open mind
repressed weep
impossible in ignite
of a tearjerker
12/20/2020
6 Feet under...
Six feet under! Six feet under! Six feet under!
Oh no! l am not James Dean, l aint going to die whilst
the curse of youth is flowing though me like thunder to Thor.
Six feet under! Six feet under! Six feet under! Yes l must return to dust
my demise hard to escape but the devil is a liar! Young at heart , my
heart on my sleeve ready to fly my wings are ready for take off.
Six feet under! Six feet under! Six feet under! l appreciate the oxygen
l inhale from the trees of knowledge on daily basis. My body rusts but never my soul , forever young.
Six feet under! Six feet under! Six feet under! The Reaper ready like John Wick to take me out....well the sad part is eventually he will take whats his thus l am utilizing time for l do not know how much time l got left. Tick tock! the whistle of refulgence shall set me free , for now l am to live for life is for the living.
All will be missed but lucky for us for we shall eventually take a break from this tearjerker voyage.
Refuse to die young! Fetch your life....
" The Untold story of Africa"
Tearjerker of a Winner not a whiner! Iam an Achiever , bathed in Adidas.....forgiven by Madiba..lam an African Warrior.
The massacre of my people at own's hand , the abomination of Boko Haram....peace be in Nigeria.
The land of my brothers and Sisters.
Somalian Wars..... stop the shooting.End the looting in Mzansi know they are looking! Women and children not safe in the hands of an African Man, Tata Africa what do we do?
Ikhanda lemphakathi lost , defeated and victimized by the devil ..Men of Africa we are now a disgrace, we need help from the bosom that gave birth to our existence .How dare you lay a hand on flowers that illuminate society?
Shallow is the mindset of this sad and pathetic clown , think not with that " weapon" in your pants....abantwana bethu abekho safe.....Fathers come from Mothers therefore Men protect imbali zomhlaba for they are the precious nugget of the world!
Perhaps you'll visit my grave some day.
You might place flowers
and sit with my vanishing memory
just long enough not to be rude.
Maybe you'll remember a good time
or a bad time that was all your fault
and you'll miss what you had
but so cheaply dismissed,
or you'll curse your cruelty,
the bad time was all your fault.
It would be a giggling tearjerker
if you recounted some long gone oddity,
or poured some cheap coffee,
'Ha ! He hated cheap coffee !'
But if we ever acknowledged the animosity
you might regret it now.
Someone would have to regret it
and it couldn't be me,
I'd be dead under your feet.
And you might still hate me dead
as much as you hated me alive,
and dead as I may be
I may have been angry enough
to even be angry now.
And it might suit us both just fine.
Or maybe I'll be cremated
and scattered at sea,
it'll be less embarrassing for both of us.
12th July 2018
Judes Tearjerker ending to Hemingway's A Farewell to Arms
1918
The Italian Campaign
The last days of word war 1
He had made the journey
across the Swiss mountains.
The war was far behind him now
just Catherine lay ahead.
As he reached the hospital ward
the old nurse shook her head.
What of the baby?he asked,
her sad eyes looked down at the floor.
Catherine lay pale and weak
on the hospital bed.
Somehow
she managed a smile at his arrival.
"Oh darling,
I am going to die.
Don’t let me die.
Hold me in your arms!
Hold me tight.
Don’t let me go.
When you hold me
we cannot be parted
If you stay with me
I shall not be afraid."
As she left him the church bells tolled.
Declaring the Armistice
The war had ended for some.
He carried her in his arms
to the window.
The crowds below
Cheering the wars end
had released white doves into the air.
They fluttered by the hospital window.
As if to carry her soul to heaven,
He kissed her still lips
And whispered
peace, peace
at last my darling
I hit the pause button, go back, and rewind,
Ahh! Now I understand as the character unwinds,
This movie is so sad, and the meaning goes beyond words,
Once you understand it, you'll need a box of tissues, girl,
When you start to watch it, the storyline unfolds,
And by the time it's over, your hearts in overload,
This movie is a classic, and will pull your heart string everytime,
So prepare yourself before you watch it, you won't be the first girl to cry.
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