Breathing Ground

When I am alone I see inside of the beauty that could have been

Searching seeking my soul

Holding a breath just to be me

After all that comes and goes just to be

I cry and feel and seek, finding

Holding a breath just to be me 

And in the darkness I move beyond meaning

Each stroke defining my destiny
Each movement creating motion

Hold a breath just to be me

Oh and in the secret I find
that way is in the darkness

Alone with out sincerity of care
the darkness becomes
the feeding ground of the soul

This facade grows thin,
From darkness I find light as the shadows fall

Holding a breath just to be me

Wednesday, 20 October 2010

Monday!

They call it interrogation, striving for equality

Erecting an army to interrograte the other,

not the other,

not the “other” seeing unequaled forming part,

forming to different worlds you and them.

Norm and the norm seeker

Sherifiedness

Its not acquired or purchased

Its comes from within branches out and takes root in the consciousness of the other.

Be it friend or foe:

• No

It comes Freedom of expression, surging inside.

I pick its fruits:

• Integrity
• Humility
• Acceptance
• Courage

My strength is my roots that stems from within me.

I can not control my branches,

but I can allow it to bloom and with this comes the element of freedom.

My Bloom has blossomed it is now Sherified!

You and I

You and I

We are like hands in prayer

Vertically embracing the other as
we write our note to god

and each bended knee is repentance for the mysteries

You and I

are yet to discover

As we now bow our heads in pray we say


Thank you for our horizontal wish

which is now a vertical pray.

You and I

"Mrs." is actually an abbreviation for the word "mistress."

"Mistress" is the feminine form of "mister," which originally meant "master." Over the years people garbled the name for the married female, and the word "mistress" took on the meaning of an illicit lover, something far different than its original connotation. Therefore, married women ceased to spell out the full word, leaving "Mrs." as the far more respectable abbreviation.

Destiny

My future does not define me.

Ever change has become me, moving and flowing towards my destiny.  Never knowing, always seeking, always finding.

The future and the past merges.

I have been hated and discriminated against.
I have been protested and demonstrated against.

My image has been distorted.
I am no longer respected.
I am helped and protected.

Nobody knows but me

That I sometimes cry
If I could pretend that I'm asleep
When my tears start to fall I peek out from behind these walls
I think nobody knows.
Nobody likes to lose their inner voice
The one I used to hear before my life
Made a choice
But I think nobody knows
The secret's safe with me
There's nowhere else in the world that I could ever be and baby don't it feel like I'm all alone.
Who's gonna be there after the last angel has flown
And I've lost my way back home
I think nobody knows
Nobody cares
It's win or lose not how you play the game and the road to darkness has a way of always knowing my name
Tomorrow I'll be there my friend
I'll wake up and start all over again
When everybody else is gone
No Nobody knows
Nobody knows the rhythm of my heart
The way I do when I'm lying in the dark and the world is asleep
I think nobody knows but me

So while destiny awaits I weep as my heart beats.

Hello world!

The decision to document life comes in many forms.

Be it, the good old Diary, the Photo Album, Visual imagery, the Biography, or even lets face it a blog which capsulates the essence of sound and most of all and dear to my heart the written word.

I Welcome you into my world and let today be a journey for life with all the mega moments and depleting challenges.

So now be Sherified!

It's not acquired or purchased.

It comes from within, branches out and takes root in the consciousness of the other.

Be it friend or foe.

No

It comes from Freedom of Expression, surging inside.

I pick its fruits:

• Integrity
• Humanity
• Acceptance
• Courage

My strength is my roots that stems from within me.

I can not control my branches, but I can allow it to bloom and with this comes the element of freedom.

My bLoOm has blossomed, it is now Sherified!

KROTOA

Evs (Krotoa)

Krotoa, Krotoa I long to hear

Conforming to that, which is strange and different.

Bound by boundaries rooted deeper than time.

She looks and feels and says difference.

Krotoa, Krotoa I long to hear

Offering that difference to the unknown

Appealing to the humanity of man

I seek no comfort but find solace in change

and springs beyond that which is offered to her

Adopting the name awarded to me,

Regarded as a privilege to say the least.

Failing to flaunt my features I am noticed.

Changing her identity with material value.

Adding transgression, using communication,

feeding evolution.

A vehicle of trade is what i am known for

Krotoa, Krotoa, I long to hear

Two worlds capture the essence of my being

Krotoa, Krotoa, I no longer hear

I now choose the road less travelled by one paved by the other and locate divinity

I conform to that of Eva Van Riebeeck to Eva Van Meerhoff

I long no more to hear

Krotoa, Krotoa

Hearing, meditation

I remain the vehicle o trade and conversation

A revelation indeed

Trying to grasp history by time gone by, sketching an image of immortality.

Deeming the regurgitated facts as a portrayal of ideologies held and lives lived.

Describing the feeless faults, guided by the pen

and the heroic existence absorbed by many.