Peppy

I will never forget

The day you came into this world,

You were so tiny

So tiny I was scared to hold

I had you for a short while,

But your thoughts still make me smile,

Your hair and your fair skin,

your eyes and little heart within

The memories I hold deep within my heart,
of the day when we were torn apart.
They surface when I am lonely, they make me cry,

And the pain how you were taken the of days gone by.

The memories are my past, I never let them go
They are also my future to help me grow.
Memories within the heart, always stay
But given time, the pain, will go away.
 

My son, for you I wish the stars

And each night before I sleep I pray

Of health, happiness and angels upon you

Of strong mind, white heart and smile each day

So dancing butterfly
Delicate and free
Carry this mother’s prayer to
The highest tree

For a day will come when you will return

To understand the truth and understand what went wrong

The reason why were taken away from me

The reasons I was left with no possibility

There is no doubt, and that is for sure
This mother’s love has kept me sane

I pray to the Angels everyday

When Peppy will return to me again.

THOUGHTS - MARCH 2016

I look into the mirror and what do I see, 

not only a reflection but the human side of me.

I am able to do whatever I can, only if I have a plan

Yet I get caught up with everyday things

Work, chores and continuous cell-phone rings

I look into the mirror and what do I see

not only a reflection but an exhausted me

That sinking feeling when, nothing seems done

I complain, I am tired and I am alone

I looked into the mirror and what did I see

A an empty soul

Staring back at me.

I Am

I am blue

I am lost

I am you

I am time

I am fear

I am simple

I am near

I am silence

I am defence

I am spirit

I am dance

I am sweet vanilla

I am youth

I am social trauma

I am new

I am voice

I am cold

I am rain

I am soul

I can never get enough

Therefore

I must be just cause

Self-Destruction

Lost…Stranded

Can’t find my own self

My own closest enemy

My own worst friend

On a mission

To a path of collision

I am my own cave

Because I am hollow

Shambolic ambition

I’m a single solitude

In this catastrophic mind

Perfected the science of the bovine

Therefore the moon must be made out of cheese

People People

It’s a bizarre world we live in

Compacted with greed and hostility

Where money buys love 

and

Love doesn’t exist

Where people become challenged and

Nothing is cheap

Destitution at its best

The barbaric acts of prostitution

Merrymaking of deluded men

Sin and glamourized sex

Means more than the death of a cat

Running from the refugees

Guns and booms

Blood and death

No rest for the wicked that’s true

Wars at hand with enemy and friend

Did I mention drugs?

Psychotic killers even

And the ironic twist of Confucianism

Where life is but a serene temperament

But life’s a real bitch

Suicide attempts and rape

Girl meets boy

Boy meets girl

Why bother at all?

We were made in perfection

To remain reverent

To be people

The turned pages of humanity can never be changed

Our accomplishments 

and

Mistakes are history for now

Our time will come and

Our bodies will disintegrate

Into the earth we once walked upon