create
My heart and my mind
are fighting it out
for supremacy
in my being
My mind reasons
it knows the answers
my heart retorts
I am the answer
and then there is silly me
being bobbed along
the ocean of emotion
I am a man
I am writing girlie things
I am 53 years old
but I toy with feelings
of one much younger
all because
I do not want
someone to give up
I know the feeling
I was there
at the ebb of life
even lower
in the gutter
I found myself
Now I say to you
Yes you
Vibrant young woman
rise up
recreate yourself
tear of the pain
rip of the anger
like an old blouse
and clothe
yourself with love
cover your nakedness
with courage
fold yourself
in luxurious joy
reach out
and take
what is yours
what is you
they lied to you
you lied to yourself
when you gave up
I remind you
of your school years
your confidence
your radiant beauty
you were on
the threshold
of a successful life
they lie
you still are
they broke you down
stole away your joy
now break free
reclaim your space
an old fool
will be there
to help
and will put
your hand
in the hand
of the creator
and together
you will recreate yourself
peace and love be with you forever
Amen
doulos
egg
I won the most important race of my consciousness when a man and a woman embraced in the throes of love climaxed and I swam for dear life to be first through the dark tunnel I swam racing the hordes the knowledge egged me on towards the pulsating orb till I fused with the mother egg and I was me simple so now I give you Q
Ok Q was born
see the animation
on my website
and Q
represents Life
the combination
of Moringa and quail eggs
are a powerful
stimulant
for male vitality
I know
my pump
with apologies
to Christiaan Barnard
were not pumping so well
clogged up
and tired
it needed help
and help it got
it got a turbocharger
it is now
robotic
and my other pump
the smaller one
jumped with joy
and after taking
"the cure"
for weeks
it arose
in all it's
morning glory
like always
get my drift?
watch this space
and may
peace and love
and healthy blood pressure
be with you forever
my brothers and sisters
amen
doulos
Easter
Ok Easter is coming but first our trip to Sun City We left at 4 Am returned at 9Pm the roads are potholed and hazardous when dark The place is expensive for South Africans two small bottles of water a plastic glass and ice at the royal price of R35 Krissmonne went to take part in The Battle of the Giants don't know about GI Ants but it was colourful with our youth dancing their hearts out after a full day of extreme sensory overload I was exhausted and elated I saw Krissie giving it her all and although she did not walk away with a prize she was chirpy she new they were good the crowd made then know they were I said never again always do just to go again and now Easter I am making traditional pickled fish and yes we remember and know what this time means to Christians and the egg ? Eggs first became associated with Easter in Medieval Europe. The Church forbade people to consume eggs during Lent and as such, the eggs laid during the 40 days would be preserved and stored. With an abundance of eggs, they would be consumed on Easter. Orthodox Christians in Greece and the Middle Easter dye their eggs red to represent the blood of Christ shed at his crucifixion. The bunny is another story a Pagan one So I wish you peace and love my brothers and sisters and my Christ's Mercy and Grace be with you forever Amen doulos East ER Christianity needs ER and it seems the Atheists in China are going to provide it with the Church in China fast becoming the biggest grouping of Christians So you remembered Christ this weekend when you drove past the beggar gave a road hog a finger up hugged Bacchus a bit too tight and neglecting to hug your loved ones I finished my medical procedures drank a heap of drugs I try to force food down my reluctant throat it wants to gag me I am dead tired exhausted from my stay in hospital drained by life's pressures Stress boulders on my shoulders strung steel keeping my pounding head up then I smile a sweet loving girl kissing three doggies offers me a drink dips her tiny dirty finger in it to prove it is ok I remember two small children on the way to their first holiday ever Stinking up the car with upset tummies tummies not used to rich food and sweets abused children under nourished their loving mother working all hours to keep food on the table did not know her mother virtually starved them during the day while listening to Springbok Radio and smoking Stuyvesant pack after pack while playing solitaire I remember cold pumpkin I remember a black woman sharing her pap and maroggo with a little blond boy Yes that was me Surprised You did not know? you do know a lot about me do you? just that I am different Yes I know they are abused yes I know the wild boy has a condition his skin is sensitive and when he complains about the agony he is klapped and called a moffie the young girl acting as a mother to her siblings mature beyond her years the baby soaking up love kissing everyone and thing n sight They need love they need nourishment circumstance robbed them of their joy in life their mother is drained shackled broken down uncertain and scared the boy's skin needs to be sensitised the needs medical care they all do the little blond boy aches he knows all too well and tries to help his own abused body battered and bruised from years of wrong decisions so you remember Christ this weekend you do not understand why I am not still in bed recuperating I thank you my friend and your big hearted warm and loving family for affording me an opportunity to breathe freely to play and enjoy themselves and I know We remembered Christ the seven of us on the Lekkerkry farm you see we were all different in our sameness may peace and love be with you my brothers and sisters and may you always remember Christ Amen doulos |
reach out
ReplyDeleteand take
what is yours
what is you
they lied to you
you lied to yourself
when you gave up
I remind you
of your school years
your confidence
your radiant beauty
you were on
the threshold
of a successful life
they lie
you still are
I know
ReplyDeletemy pump
with apologies
to Christiaan Barnard
were not pumping so well
clogged up
and tired
it needed help
and help it got
it got a turbocharger
it is now
robotic
and my other pump
the smaller one
jumped with joy
and after taking
"the cure"
for weeks
it arose
in all it's
morning glory
like always
get my drift?
I thank you my friend
ReplyDeleteand your big hearted
warm and loving family
for affording me
an opportunity
to breathe freely
to play and enjoy themselves
and I know
We remembered Christ
the seven of us
on the Lekkerkry farm
you see
we were all different
in our sameness