THE BOOK OF LOVE

"Inspired by Peter Gabriel's song, The book of love"

The book of love, is long and boring,
And written very long ago
But they's so much it holds
It's like watching the night sky
And viewing the past

But I........
I loved it when read to me
And you.......
You can read me anything

The smiles we paint,
The happy tears we once had on our faces
And the moments that will forever be in precious history books, our hearts.

But I......
I loved it when you sang for me
And you.....
You can sing me anything

Life, flowers, and heart-shaped boxes
Things we are all too young to know of
Now shall we sign our names in this book
And only I hope the one laying next to you
Loves the pilgram soul in you.

But I......
I loved it when you gave me things
And I......
I was about to get us wedding rings

"The book of love, is long and boring
No one can lift the damm thing
It's full of charts, facts and figures,
And instruction for loving"

LOVE LOVE

LOVE..............
Love is the shallow end of every tear from your face
Every smile
Love is the shore of every grave
Every long trip
Love is the beat to every classic rock song
The beat that pumps my blood through my body
I love thee with my whole soul
For I do not know how it looks like
But I keep glues of it's walking shadow, smiles, hearts it once touched.

Twice I travel half across the country to see love, seeking it
I later realized that it always finds you,
Sneak up on you when you least expected
In the coldest nights, the longest days

All dreams are well

I used to go up in the roof every night
To talk to my dead "run away" father
Hoping to free the anger
Free the questions, or possibly ask more
Free the memories that has no tomorrow
Memories that take me back, and never come back
Hoping to free him

Sometimes up there, the wind blow so hard
It blows away life
And the pouring rain, paint away my tears
As the sun rises every morning
With a new day, a new dawn, a new light
I still dream of seeing him
I dream of my children
The love I would give them
I know
I'll never see him, never talk to him, never nothing
But it's okay to dream every now and then
It fills the sense of life, the empty holes of hopes
I now wonder what will he say to me
How will he stand in front of me
Whether smile, laugh, hug or even cry for the man i have grown to be

And it's funny how people's doings always leaves an achy scare on our hearts
Slowly but surely, our tears melt them into a perfect soul
And as I feel his presents up there every night
I pray it may snow and freeze up my heart, and colour the
rain tears to ashes
Hoping........
Never mind

LIFE

Life is what you make of, not what you take of it, complains, sorrows and shit

WORDS

Words are motivational
Words are spiritual
Words are emotional
Intelligence
Words are prayed for
They are wisdom Ink and pan, intertwined with nature's abilities
But words move with no motion
No spirit
No motive Y
ou see words are not life
No!, life breaths life into words
And life paves life for words to live
So the only thing words gives life is light

Life is back at home in Limpompo
Where you can count cars that pass per day
Where dreams never come true, some come close to it, and only words are left to justify it.
Where the Sun is 34 decrease sensuous hot and it feels like it could bust down the roof and sit with you in the dining room, and you offer it some cold water to cool it off
We are that close to God

Words some how make the world turn
But it doesn't really turn right
And the world starts spinning because words weren't good enough
So I learned that nature marks it own
And only the natural could know the mark
Words taught me that
Words taught me life I'm a word man
And that should be written in the dictionary
Because words will always need men
Words will always be with men
That perhaps its a mark of nature

The black bin of life

I was standing at the 3^rd floor window of my flat
Exploring the beautiful view of night Soweto
I happen to notice a stranger picking up from a bin
A black man, late 20’s, ripped himself around by a dirty blanket
He seems not to find a thing in the bin, i can feel his anger by the way he kicks it
I can feel his hunger scratching my tummy, and tears start to fall out of guilt
Which reminds me of my father, and his fathers’s black codes, ethos
When that once gave life, love, ubuntu
And back then your poor and my rich stood for all, like birds of the sky, and animals of the earth
I cried your tears, I mean I was black too.
And that’s how my culture was born, I was born.

He starts to walk away and sees me looking down at him, but doesn’t care.
I track him untill the end of the window as he disappears in the dark of no hope, and no eyes, he turns once more to see if i’m still there.
I now wonder if that’s the only difference, him down there, and me up here?
So I still feel his eyes looking up at the guy from the window, because I wasn’t him, at least I didn’t feel like him for that moment
These were perhaps little distress
And daily acts of no conseguence
Then no men is born to be poor
Then no men is born to be rich

A broken heart's letter

She smiles like I've never seen that part of the world before,
 anyone before
Her laughter, jokes, body movement, ooh my god!, her face
Everything about her seems to be the first and the last I think of when I sleep, even when I wake.
I could easily guess what she's saying at this exact moment, words she likes to say, favorite tv show, sport.
And every time when I'm with her it feels like
I could spend the rest of my life in the middle of the conversation, because she says one thing and I say the other, and it's a perfect storm
Hands I forgot to ask for her number the first day I spoke to her
I forgot her name,
I forgot where she lives
Hell!
I might even have forgot my own name at that particular moment.
And that's the good part about being in love, you forget and realize.
Realize that you are utterly stupid, realize you have a smile, a heart and you have never loved like this before, maybe never will.

So I later discovered that she didn't really love me as I did, as I thought
And that those went her real smiles
But eyes, eyes never lied
He had a car, he was working, I was far, both in distance and in love, not that either of them helped anyway.
So I looked at her, smiling and crying both at the same time
It was then, for the first time, that she really smiled, but she smiled at me with Petty, and never smiled again
I did not know I was too hard to love
Too tall to stand with, too stupid or too wise, maybe to much to have one
I learned how to smile alone
I learned how to sing along
I learned I was not the problem, not all the time
Yes, It was hard, to forgive myself for the decisions I made

So I told her to take care of herself out there, because it's a big bad world, full of ups and downs And people have a way of blinking, and missing the moment, the moment that could have changed their lives
I only hope that now she's happier