A lot of special in the undergrowth...
A lot of breaths taken by a female human
lead to energy living and excitement brimming
A lot of leaves on a forest floor
lead to moist fertile soil and new seeds growing from the core
A lot of rain drops in a thunderstorm
lead to a torrent river and turmoil carving a brand new earth form
A lot of snakes in the undergrowth
lead to restless fear in what may lurk
A lot of smiles on a cold wintersday
lead to warm heart blankets and make every human day worth the stay
The Gift of another Life...
If I believe in reincarnation
then I believe I loved you several lifetimes before
If I believe in reincarnation
then I believe that I knew what tender charm you had in store
If I believe in reincarnation
then I believe we should have weathered this lifetime's storm
But once again
like always before
we wasted a life
we misspent what we knew from before
we wasted what our love could have had instore
the harm and the hurt and the hunger and the hopelessness
created the loss and the loneliness and the longing and the lifelessness
that led to the now and the never and the noise and the nothingness
If I believe in reincarnation
then I am ready to say goodbye
till the next life when we may be blessed with a new opprtunity to try
Jack of Spades...
Twinkle Twinkle Queen of Hearts
How I wonder who you are
Love expectations so very high
Rare as diamonds in the life sky
When the blazing King is gone
Only memories still twinkle with rays of sun
Seeking for any new small light
In the darkest dark of night
When a new traveller may possibly spark
An interest in the darkest dark
The twinkle may just open up wide
everything that she so vehemently pushed aside
Twinkle Twinkle sparkling searching heart
How I wonder when you'll start
To see the world as it has been
Since dawn of time and all love lives in-between
What a rare and special joy is created when we share a meal and stimulating comfortable conversation with dear friends...Salut!
Our jackets, scarves and winter woolies
were accompanied by our delighted hallo-laughter
Our hugs and embraces ensured connections
were heartfilled love expressions
Our first jokes are mixed into our colourful drinks
We know what friendship means
Our menus are read through soulful eyes
and choices made with abandoned joy
Our food choices rolled around the table
and arranged in extravagant flower vases
Our smiles are echoed by the glint of the candle light
twinkling in our yellow and red wine glasses
We know what friendship means
Our small talk bows out gracefully
as the evening grapes ripen
Our hearts reach out and our bonds nurture with care
the hurt that might be there
Our chattering matures
as the vineyard press declares with flair that
We know what friendship means
Our lives have run parallel
for many a winter and summer
Our memories entwine
and condense to this moment where we simply sit down and dine
Our futures we know for sure
will be sprinkled with the earthy salt of many more peppered nights
We love what friendship means
Split Loyalty
the fruit of many years
assemble the loyalty seeds
upon my moral branch
with precision
a moment in time
slashed what was still new in growth
it is insane what took place
it is madness what now plays out in the memory space
it is a crazed mirror image that holds the solution face
I have often wondered about the last breath and the end of the end...
Is the end when you are told that the end is nearer than you thought
Is the end when the pain encrouches on your body ill and frought
Is the end when the strain of breathing makes you simply stop
Is the end when the last breath flows so sudden from your body
Is the end when the mind witnesses the last harvest and crop
Is the end when the body goes cold and you hover above and on top
Is the end when the left behind people bow their heads in silent despair
Is the end when those who loved you protest-wail as you haste away
Is the end when you see the african sunset fill the whole human horizon
Is the end when the veld fire aroma clears your eternal spirit vision
Is the end when those you lost, embrace your still warm human heart
I believe the end is the beautiful sum of all of the above
I believe the end will be the above and so much more
I believe the end will be so much more than I ever expected to find instore
I believe the end is the majestic announcement
of the beginning of the beautiful bountiful brand brand new
I throw the dice...
The Dice lands on Three
the sparrows up high encourages a life to be lived full and free
The Dice lands on Four
the coins in the wishing well promises so much more
The Dice lands on One
the warriors in life fight for all and not just for some
The Dice lands on Six
the human action window reflects the never-perfect mix
The Dice lands on Two
the human heart yearns for all the dreams to have come true
The Dice lands on Five
the human soul longs to feel once more alive
and so humans throw the dice of life again and again and again...
