Pieces of me

I have never enjoyed celebrating my birthday. Growing up, my birthday was the most celebrated day in my family. I would get the biggest cake ever. Square cake. The cake always had corners. That is alright because nowadays, cakes come in all forms. A few months ago, i saw a cake that resembled a penis. A whole penis shaped cake. Testicles and all. This world can be a very confusing place. Art comes in different forms now and that can be a bit confusing. Even when i was growing up, i always never enjoyed the singing. That high pitched off tune birthday song always had me questioning the vocal talents within my family . Do not get me started on the baloons. However, it is just one day in an entire year. I think the reason i have never really loved my birthday is because I have never been in control of what happens around me on the particular day. I love being fully aware of what is going on around me. It makes me less nervous. Also, i hate parties. Loud music can be really annoying. Peop...

I always refuse to place my spirituality in a box. This is because of a lot of grey areas i have come to witness within religions. Also, i believe that there are a lot of things to believe in so i have decided not to limit myself. When we got married, we moved to Capetown in the Winelands. It was a beautiful small town placed right in the middle of mountains. It was breathtakingly beautiful. It was a high density subarb and very mixed, as far as race was concerned. However, most people had one thing in common. Christianity. The people in this town were Christians. All kinds of Christians. Having been raised as a Christian myself, i kind of could not join any of the denominations because of the language barrier. Afrikaans and Xhosa were foreign languages to me. Often, i would watch people dressed in their best outfits, walking purposefully to their respective houses of worship. The house opposite ours was a place of charismatic worship. Often, the loud music would wake us up on a laz...

When we are old and wrinkles fret our brow When time has put a damper on desire I shall love you more than i do now Even when the years have dwindled passion fire When many moons have slowed our step a bit And grey hairs bespeak our span of days When often quiet around the hearth we sit Upon your face with love i still shall gaze Beyond sweet passion's eager flaming breath A deeper, gentler stronger love will grow My dearest, i shall cherish you till death And after death, my love will further grow Ginny

Tales of the Graveyard A few weeks ago, i attended a funeral. I helped bury a cousin twice removed. I barely new Barbra. Hell, i had never heard of her until the time of her death. I am not even sure i got her name right. However, i had to attend the funeral mainly because my mother was going and i had to attend and be sad. Sad is one thing i can be. Tears would just be dramatic and i am not a dramatic human being. I mean, i have a cousin who just loves to cry at peoples funerals. Once, she passed out at our aunt's funeral yet never did she once pay her a visit when she was sick. However, that is a story of another day. Barbra's funeral was attended by a few people. I have no idea why. The eulogy was in poor taste so i passed time by reading tombstones around. I try to think of the cemetry as a community of people from all walks of life. The young. The old. The poor. The bitter. The rich. All sorts. I would like to think that at some point, they gather around and exchange st...

I let my mind wonder sometimes When sleep lets me down Its never about global warming or politics. Probably because the world has turned all that into one big sad story. Imagine if the world was run by folks that actually do care about us! The sun would probably shine brighter. Birds would bring us fruit covered in morning dew. Football wouldnt exist and war crimes would never be committed repeatedly. Ok, so i let my mind drift off to the puppy i saw crossing the street once. Happy little guy. Didnt even check to see if a car was coming or not. Just crossed away. In my head, it might as well have been whistling. A whistling dog wouldnt raise any eyebrow am sure. Considering that they already wiggle their busy tails. I think of this one mad man that i know. He never talks to anybody. All i know is that he walks a lot. Going nowhere. However, his stride holds so much purpose you would think he has just been summoned by someone important. He hates unnecessary material on him, so his c...

How saddening it easily becomes To watch a star as it shines For it shall soon become irrelevant Come crack of dawn Its magic soon dissapears Like it never glistened Oh! How sad For we all have been stars once Shining bright enough to light up the skies Giving out a radiant sparkle As we count down to day break And we all have been forgotten In other lives, we all are kings We all are warriors. Knights. We all have our moment A chance to shine Then, when it is over We curl up and exchange war stories. Mbie

Start a flame within the depths of my torrid soul A wild bornfire that shall burn like blazing coal Let its raging tongues scald my shiny brown hide Let its hot fumes go down like Bonnie and Clyde The burning soles of my feet shall respond in dance Hairs behind my neck shall rise to the blazing trance My arms shall crave to embrace the blazing fire My heart shall pump  to the newly found desire These fingers shall play a grand tune in response Large eyes wont shut down to a bewitching trance While knees rightfully hold ground never to buckle While my spine arches back, like a glorious oracle When the torrentials of the hearth finds it way in I shall joyously embrace it with grace from  within Bornfires dont catch hearts, yet it has mine for keeps Blood in my veins boil and this blazing  heart leaps Let this blood boil because it keeps me on fire Let the torrents of flames grow, for it is my desire