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Anthea Ghobede Poem
I went in town today and discovered a new place
Or maybe I was dreaming
I town filled with tiny lights of hope
And there I met her
Although I am of tin and rusted mental I felt her warth
In this place of green and medow pastels I was brought
A place where nothing dies and nothing is born
A girl was put here
Dressed in silk and satin
She lives a lonely life
Looking out in an open horizon of space and time
Placed in a small cabin she longed for a friend
But now we must move for winter approaches
A change of season she has never known
A time where hope is most needed
And so we gather the lights
With a gentle touch I carry to a place I once called home
So will you come back with me to a special place in town
where nothing is born and nothing dies
Where all your dreams can come true
A special place I wonder off to.
_Anthea Ghobede
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Anthea Ghobede Poem
May be life was not meant for the uncoordinated.
I look at life through an open window,
Always careful not to fall out of order.
I skim the hems of walls I have created
And build myself a roof top.....
Just incase it rains.
Without hesitation I chase company away,
Only keeping mirrors of my unsolved sanity.
I look out in to the world through my transparent door
I alway wondered why that was,
but it saved me the trouble of ever opening it.
But now looking back I still ask my self
How was I able to live in my tiny umbrella house?
Anthea Ghobede.
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Dark melody play....
Play a song that I shall dance to.
Play of the stars of the night
Play of the dusk to dawn
Play of the rhythm I lack in me
Dancing in the dark to a melody
A melody drawn out from the pit of darkness within me
And a type of sorrow longing to find itself
Feelings dress in clouds of a rainy day searching for its true form.
A black swan graced with beauty
Yet looking for one that reflects it's own darkness
A reflection in its self .
Dark melody won't you change your tune?
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Silently the rain falls
Young bird won't you fly away?
Mommies gone, sisters gone and daddy too
Black bird won't you fly away?
Stuck on a broken branch,
You shiver and wimper.
The wind bites your skin
and cold air fills the sky
A shiver of fear surrounds you
But yet ...... you remain still!!
Black bird won't you fly away?
-AMG.
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Once upon a time in December.........
No;........
Let the records show......
Last December............
I Alas Jane Potter had gone insane
And so the stories
Dime your lights
And close the binds
Listen to the dead of night
Look to the stars and wait
Sliver and gold
And rose colored boats
Ride in the night sky
An abyss of mysterious events
Are about to occur
As the snow falls you drift to sleep
But sleep you shell not
Slowly you ride in between the unknown
A world where honey is red
And the houses are small
Where the stars seem to falling
Where the water sparkles......endlessly!
The people here have wings
And some houses in trees
Glitter and magic
With a little bit of faith
Is all it takes to believe
Last December
I Alas Jane Potter
Went insane and I loved it
And I shall agian
Next December
when winter comes to vist.
My fairy tale in December.
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Young but filled with passion
Beautifully placed in this world,
Like a puzzle piece
Making the picture complete
A painting lays in solitude
incomplete of its beauty
Waiting for that last splash of colour
you never thought it needed
A dusty brown crayon
Left behind due to its color is all you need
So you see young girl
Get up from the ground
Mend the wounds you have
And continue walking forward
Never drop a tear
And never let anyone see you cry
Don’t you ever fear weakness
Don’t you ever fear pain
For those are the things that make you strong
Those are the things that make you brave.
Anthea Ghobede
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Becca was my best friend
She was tall and pretty but no one ever noticed
Her golden hair fell to her waist
And her eyes as blue as the ocean
She was kind and honest
Not that any one cared or believed
At night when it was dark we would escape to the park and play
"Punish the weak for their lack of strength",
She would always say
"A little pain won't hurt them."
Her advise was always right I told my self
We were like a host and it's reflection
I could alway take her with every where I went
No one ever noticed she was even there.
But our time was short lived mama said she was the darkness within me
She cried every night
Not that I cared
It was only then when I was drowning the very people I loved
I saw my reflection for the very first time
And i saw becca in the light
I was walking with the darkness within me
_Anthea Ghobede
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Basically I am a self visionary
Chasing dreams that are dead or unwanted
An illusionist. ......
Subtracting the real from my reality
I could more or less be chasing rainbows
I seek to unravel the mystery within the mystery
Always forgetting to actually solve the mystery
Some have come to the understanding that I am insane
not that I disagree at all
For Einstein was also considered insanely mad.
_Anthea Ghobede
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Heroic voices of my life
Do you hear me?
I have been calling out, waiting. .....
Waiting to be saved
From what you ask
But I know not what fears I fear
Only that I fear
I fear the people that surround me,
I fear all the unknowns of the world around me
I fear life it's self
I look in a mirror and fear my very self some times
What shall become of me
I only hope that you, heroic voices of the world can save me !!
_Anthea Ghobede.
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Face to face
Mirrors cracking between the irony
As the glasses fall
And my breath is lost
My eyes turn red
And my feet
can not seem to find the ground
My hands fighting to hold on
My body has given up
But my soul remains intact
I just don't know about yours.
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