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Showing posts with label Poem. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Poem. Show all posts

Monday, 18 May 2015

Memories Of Her

SHE GOT WELL(Healed)

In her eyes I saw fear of pain
My tears were like rain
They flooded my paper universe
Left me with no place to write my verse
To relief my stress
Seeing her in pain made me cry
Knowing I'm not gonna see her again makes me wanna cry
At least in pain she could respond
I wanted to take her place as her youngest boy
It was this day 11 years ago
That one day when daddy came back home from the Hospital
He said, "o fodile"
She got well
He meant,  "o ile"
...she's not coming back

My favourite spoon became the worst that day
I choked on food from it when I ate
It used to dig the food she prepared on my plate
Why did it have to be the 1 to dig my mom's grave?
Why did it have to be the 1 to cause me pain?
I know it was time
Not my time but God's time
I still remember the day
The year 2004, 18th Of May
When daddy came back home from the Hospital 
He said "o fodile"
She got well
He meant, "o ile"...
...and she's not coming back

By Rufus "Roof-Top" Mashao (18-05-2004)

Yes she got well. She was very sick in Hospital & stayed there for few weeks just before she departed from the painless life of the flesh. Heaven is a place for people like her, beautiful and strong. True believer in the Lord, she loved music so much her normal day was a song and a special one would be singing it with all her kids being home. That prayer she said every Sunday just before we all left for our places of work & schools was the feast for the spirit & motivation our belief in God and ourselves. Eleven years later I stumbled upon my poetry book from when she was still alive. It felt like someone wrote all those poems except the Poem above, "She Got Well"...

...as I could remember vividly the tears that dropped on the very page I jotted a Poem to celebrate her life. That watermark was the signature of life turning it's pages of her last chapter, I wanted to know who writes the book because I was the one who wrote her the only Poem she never got to read. I don't know how, but eleven years later my eyes still get teary when I think of the best memories of my life with her, I remember my mom in happy way. And, today I shall rejoice in the Lord & make happiness for myself by honouring the woman who gave me more than life. The wisdom to never let a moment pass without writing about it, this moment is for you & me momma. And as I have always marked this day in the diary of my heart, so shall the son of my son. Memories don't live like people do and that be the reason I continue to write you again today, on behalf of me & all my siblings. Your "Memories Shall Live Forever In Us".



Friday, 3 October 2014

MISSED ME...

Floating in the sky with humble clouds
I sang my song like I was singing for the crowds
Like I was killing notes for the crown
Yet I was doing it for the sound
For the Love of the rhythm in my head
For the lyrics from my tongue were never heard
Lost in music,...
...for no genre I ever cared
Always cried in my poems when shit occurred
Yeah!!! I'm just another writer...
...incarcerated by my pen in rhyme-book pages
Hell yeah!!! To be where I am one has to be fighter

I prayed one-day to write a poem like this
Nothing about women & their bliss, or even world peace
Something simple & honest, something about me
From the first poem I wrote after the 1st ass whipping
They were all about happiness & pain in this life journey
All the time, I missed me...

Found drowning in spiritual wild waters
Religiously disguised as holy water
Non-believer like me, I gotta get my life in order
Make sure the food my son eats is proper
My crime as I write gotta be man-slaughter
This is the last of the scripts that killed sons who became daughters
Its about time I met salvation & write about the author
What life had to offer...
...to life, what had I to offer?
An answer to a common writer, I missed me...
Looking for world and all the good in it, I missed me

I prayed one-day to write a poem like this
Nothing about women & their bliss, or even world peace
Something simple & honest, something about me
From the first poem I wrote after the 1st ass whipping
They were all about happiness & pain in this life journey
All the time, I missed me...

Creepy as it is I gotta soldier-on
Struggle continues as life goes on
Looking deep in me seems a bit strange
From the inside looking in, it's still long-range
With moods worst than a woman's PMS
Life got me on check-mate in this game of chess
My last name can't just be shared like a piece of bread
Not with the innocent, I'd rather drop dead
Issue me the signs & I shall sleep in peace
For the last days of my life, may all Rest In Peace

I prayed one-day to write a poem like this
Nothing about women & their bliss, or even world peace
Something simple & honest, something about me
From the first poem I wrote after the 1st ass whipping
They were all about happiness & pain in this life journey
All the time, I missed me...

Long-nose, 45 special was very heavy & cold
Only 6 years old, I guess I was bold...
...hands got burned & left permanent marks to help me hold
Most of his memories were over-ruled
His last name is "Magnum" & he belonged to my nation
My only armor through trial & tribulations
That best pal of mine that left 5-drowning in blood
It all made me cry for my son, my blood...
...my nation, he deserve not my bitter misery in history
Not even its smell or taste...
...I got shot & realized that all along, "I missed ME!!!

I prayed one-day to write a poem like this
Nothing about women & their bliss, or even world peace
Something simple & honest, something about me
From the first poem I wrote after the 1st ass whipping
They were all about happiness & pain in this life journey
All the time, I missed ME...!!!