~ Geisterfahrer ~

Every day I rise to face these challenges.
They toss, they sway but they can't turn me around.
I keep pushing forward against the tide.
Society bombards me with so may things that I don't want. 
They try to benumb me to so much wrong and desensitize me to the violence and crime. Next, it's the subtle persuasion to accept strange sexual orientations.The world is trying to make us all compete against ourselves. So those who stand for sharing and charity don't fit in while greed and wanton ostentatious desires that help to fuel an exploitative economic thrust are supported openly.I'm trying to keep my colour in this torrential rain of unconscious decolouration and the 'zombilizing' flood of distracting information.It's like I'm driving the wrong way on a one way street, against the traffic of society's influences.
I see prints here and there...in my direction. Then they fade off as I forge ahead. I wonder if that will be all I will also leave behind...footprints and a bag full of secrets...the precipitates of a stubborn belief system. 
I'm weird, I'm different. This is what i stand for. It is who I am...who are you?

Incomplete

I sat in front of the blank screen for a long time

Hours of writing, editing, rewriting and deleting

Back to square one...a blank screen again

I know the message, I know the reason

I know the audience, but can't tell if they'll listen

I sat down thinking of how to send this out with a different beat

I don't want the people dancing the same way to this

Writer's block, amnesic spasms and endless journeys into 'wanderland'

A wise lady once said "...not everyone who wanders is lost"

I'm sitting here with a message in my head but i can't find a way to write it out

I'm not lost, just wandering and trying to find another way

This is still not complete...

rUbBerALL rEvoLUTioN

                                                                           

They knew of our weakness but they never anticipated our resilience

They pushed us harder but they didn't know our limits

So they pushed on thinking we would break

We were duly stretched but we didn't even crack

They oppressed us and increased our burdens

We buckled at our knees and fell to the floor

We fell but that was not the end of us

Because we pulled ourselves up

when they thought we were done

They saw us arise with bloodshot eyes

We were broken, bruised and battered

but our wounds were only on the outside

They had damaged our bodies but stirred up our spirits

We were down to rock bottom, we could only rise

Rise from these ashes, rise from the rubble

I'm a rebelLION, a part of the rebellion

That's what you call it, we call it a revolution

Our roar has got the masters running

We've been beaten out of shame and fear

We are left with boldness and courage

Fearlessly, we will rise to face our challenges

We will pull our bodies across the border

We will hunt down the oppressors and turn this slave yard...

...to a palace fit for us, Kings and Queens of the land!

Riches shared in equity and wealth to fill every home

Leaders and not lords! Followers and not slaves!

A Rising Tide

I increasingly feel the need to make people happy. The need to show and share love...unbiased, in spite of the response from others. Love is the answer. It is the cure for all our hurt and it can't be locked inside. It bursts through the seams and pours itself out, spreading it's fragrance to all. It leaves a soft smile on the lips of those that it meets and warms the heart of the giver. It melts the heart of the avenger and cools the fiery furnace of anger and jealousy. In a cruel and cold world, love is a soft and warm glow. It is the syncline to all negative vibes! It is truth, it is forgiveness. It is a rising tide that lifts all boats!

Square One

I'm alone right here...

It's another cold night

I'm back in the house but I'm far from home

There are fingerprints on the walls

The smell of your hair on the pillow

The clothes deliberately left on the chair

The strands of hair tangled in my comb.

While I was away...

The spare key unlocked my doors

The kitchen was alive again

My shoes found their way back to the rack

I know you arranged my shelf

You helped me with my wardrobe

But while I was away,

The rains poured down too

They have washed away the footprints

The winds have taken away the fragrance

But my heart knows you were here

Even before my eyes could explain

I couldn't have folded my pyjamas that way

I know I didn't wear that white T-shirt

Neither did I leave those clothes in the dryer...

You put everything in order 

But you left my heart in a million pieces

All I have left are pictures, memories, a note on the bed and my spare key under the doormat.

Now I'm back to the start again

Alone...

Beautiful Imperfection! (Not Asa Please)

I walked into the room and i knew i was in trouble....
My wife's powder was on the floor and i could see the makeup table was scattered and things were in places she obviously didn't leave them.
Mascara, foundation, lashes sprawled on the bed and alphabets on the wall in different shades of lipstick.
Eye pencils had been sharpened and used to draw stick men on the table. I couldn't shout...I just couldn't.
That's when I saw her stroll in, swinging an eye pencil in one hand and holding a handbag in the other hand.
There was lipstick smudged on her lips...
A little gloss with glitters, meant for the lips but smeared all around the mouth
She had a hat that dropped down to her lower lashes and shoes that could take her feet and hands together
There was more powder on her dress than on her face and necklaces that hung down to her knees
One would wonder why I smiled endlessly at her
You would question my undying love for her
You wouldn't understand why that mischievous smile and those dimples made me happy and proud. The crazy combination of clothes and makeup that were applied in all the wrong ways but still couldn't mask the cuteness of the outcome. Perfect in its imperfections...the efforts of a child at being a grown woman...my two years old daughter, trying to figure out how to be a grown woman with the help of makeup, jewellery and mirrors! Creative in her own way but nonetheless mischievous.
Needless to say, I had a lot of cleanup to do and a lot of blame. Eventually, the pictures will tell the true story and we will all laugh through it all.

My Hope

I dragged my weary soul through the doors. It had been a long and sad day. My heart was heavy and I couldn't tell why. I felt He had forsaken me. I reminded myself that I'm not serving Him for what I can gain, but the conviction of that idea needed to be established by repeating it to myself.

I looked up and saw them take the stage...young, bright faces with robes that could pass as handed down cloaks. I smiled when I saw the young man take the mic. I sat down, fighting my inner critic to sit still while I prepared my heart for the ministration. 

  That's when it all began...

...I heard the choir....

...I heard the choir sing in unison

Like channels of water flowing peacefully into the sea, they gracefully poured out their worship.

They split harmoniously, like petals opening up to form a beautiful flower

Maintaining their distinct voices but uniting in symphony and synchrony.

Sopranos, altos and tenors, distinct and diverse but in harmony

Blending and intertwining seamlessly to form one multicoloured rainbow of voices, rising from the earth, like a beacon, shooting right through the clouds to the heavens.

Serenading angels and giving light to men on earth.

The Light of the world, illuminating the hearts of men through the praise and worship of His name.

This heartwarming and soul lifting experience is not even a nanoscopic fraction of an iota of His Glory! 

When they dropped the last note of the song, I was ablaze inside. I could no longer see the troubles that accompanied me to the gates of the church

I began to see life's struggles, relative to the promised Glory. I stretched out life on earth beside the length of eternity and couldn't find a dot...what on earth will I not endure, by His grace, just to see myself immersed in such Glory for eternity!? I didn't need to repeat anything to myself. I only asked "who am I that in my careless and selfish life, the one true God will reveal a piece of His Glory to me?" The author of all things, the one that out dates time, Has promised to share His Glory with me! 

This is my hope and ultimate heart desire...to be a part of the Glory to come!