Thursday, 27 February 2014

I wrote this





Listening and dancing to this melody
Thoughts came through, pass by so to say
Remembering our journey, just a while back, just me and you
When you meant a great deal to me
When the smiles on your face, shined my days
When even my own words couldn't explain it better
So it all became tears down the chin,
Dropping to the water flowing under the bridge
And changing its colour to sorrows
I cried, trust me I did
 
We didn't move to better places, we just grow older and clearer
We don't have a perfect life, we just don't care any more, because there's really nothing better life could throw at us
And I suppose it doesn't have to make sense now
And I suppose we all tasted our moments of glade grace
 
All you can do at this moment, is smile back with your head held up high, and pride, and pain, and better hopes, for a better new journey, a fair one.


-P. The Son Of Soil

Tuesday, 25 February 2014

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

Tuesday, 18 February 2014

My Eyes

Windows to the soul, some say
Downloaders of information
I close them  tight when I pray
Makes it easy to feel the connection, between God and I
Thoughts keep them fixed
Fear shuts them down
Pain makes them leak
Joy makes them shine
Love makes them speak

I use them all the time

-Hlogi

Wednesday, 29 January 2014

Icarus: Favourite Love Poems (new book by Wayne Visser)


This creative collection brings together love poems by South African poet and writer, Wayne Visser. The anthology traces love’s agony (Broken Dreams) and ecstasy (Galaxies Cart-Wheeling), from first blush (Almost Strangers) to full bloom (Say “I Do!”), as we fly to love: 

You’ve given me the gift of golden wings 
The endless sphere of blue imaginings 
The chance to rise above the silver clouds 
The will to cast off untold ghostly shrouds ...

See more information at: http://www.lulu.com/spotlight/waynevisser

Friday, 13 December 2013

Pain, Love and Poetry

I bleed from my heart.. Now that we're apart...

When I had you I thought it's forever.. Now it's clear it was never...

Loving you was all I could try.. But each time you looked me in the eye you fed me more lies...

Your embrace and tender kiss.. Just the things am sure gonna miss...

Thinking about you my thoughts run few.. You know I loved you, you know it's true...

These eyes were never ment to cry.. I won't waste a single tear saying bye...

I know love is blind.. Coz I have you on my mind...

Though the pain's so deep.. Wounds heal but the scars we keep...

Pain, Love and Poetry... 

Wednesday, 11 December 2013

He Lived Among Us - Tribute to Nelson Mandela, by Wayne Visser


HE LIVED AMONG US

By Wayne Visser

Tribute to Nelson Mandela (1918-2013)

He lived among us –
This child named Rolihlahla
This boy called Nelson
This man we knew as Mandela –
And now he is gone

He shared our days –
This son of Africa, our Madiba
This father of a nation, our Tata
This guardian of humanity, our Elder –
And now he is gone

He was one of us –
This shepherd of the people
This harbinger of hope and joy
This legend of our time and place –
And now he is gone

He was our leader
Our defender, our nation’s spear
And he showed us how to fight

He was our enemy
Our nemesis, our conscience
And he showed us how to be free

He was our light
Our sun, our inspiration
And he showed us how to forgive

Yet did we ever really know him?
This lawyer who became an outlaw
This soldier who became a peacemaker
This prisoner who became a liberator

How can we fathom his depths?
This father who lost a son and wife
This comrade who lost so many friends
This martyr who lost twenty-seven years

How can we see into his heart?
This intellectual who became an activist
This statesman who became a gardener
This icon who became the world’s beloved

We remember him
For his skilful manoeuvring
Through the political maze
And even more for his love of dancing

We remember him
For his human touch
Among the powerful and powerless
And even more for his love of children

We remember him
For his human foibles
That made him fallible like us
And even more for his love of justice

He lived among us –
And now it is for us to carry his torch onward
It is for us to follow his shining example
It is for us to fight for his unshakeable ideals –
Now that he is gone

He shared our days –
And now we must make the rest of our days count
We must work as he did to set others free
We must show that the spirit can triumph in the end –
Now that he is gone

He was one of us –
And now we are challenged to become one of him
We are inspired to be the best we can be
We are reminded that ‘I am because we are’ –
Now that he is gone

Nkosi Sikelel’iMandela!
We will honour his memory
By never losing faith in times of adversity
We will celebrate his life
By always daring to hope for a miracle
We will keep his legacy alive
By choosing to walk daily in his footsteps
On the path of love

Amandla! Awethu!

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Image credits: Painting by Alfred Hilton (c) 2013

Tuesday, 17 September 2013

African Dream - London Concert

Join us for a concert celebration of AFRICA!
Words Images Music
Poetry by Wayne Visser Photography by Bob Webzel
Paul Cheneour on Flutes Lennie Charles on Percussion
Saturday 16 November 2013, 7.00 pm
St Marks Church, Myddelton Square, London EC1R 1XX
Admission £10.00. Books and CDs available for sale