SECRET SMILE

Who says that my smile is like a secret

Sand is sand, sand doesn't matter

Desert full of death

Desert full of life

It’s the things you can’t count

That really matter

Maybe all answers have been given

And only the real question is missing

Who says that my smile is like a secret

Sand is sand, sand doesn’t matter

Desert full of death

Desert full of life

It’s the things you can’t count

That really matter

Maybe the answer lies in solidarity

If solidarity is given

A hope to all mankind

The question will not be missing any more

Like the secret smile that was not even there

Before the question had been given

Sand is sand, sand does’t matter

Desert full of life

If solidarity is given

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PATTERN

The pattern
of early morning in my head
the crispy sheets in my bed
of the way you're made for me
it's the pattern that fits best to me
for all the love I have for thee
remains all times as pattern of my life

Chronologically noting down events
those past and gone
then those remain to look upon
that make a pattern in my mind
I note them down on paper
I scribble flowers, dappled light and dark
a chequered background now leaves its mark
still I fleck it all with spots
and criss cross lines cross one another
psychedelic now I add some colour
I add some hearts to show my love
I made this pattern out of joy
because of the thoughts you left me with
thoughts of pure and magic bliss

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TALKING DRUM

West African Hourglass
construction of a drum
a pattern of hide
a pattern of rope
a pattern of wood
a pattern of sound
made to give you the pitch
patterned to mimic
tone and prosody
of human speech
pattern of tubular
construction
pattern of conical
construction

The talking drum saying:

"come back home"

but in pattern of drumming sound it goes...

"Make your feet come back
the way they went,
make your legs come back
the way they went,
plant your feet
and your legs below,
in the village
which belongs to us."

The pattern of drumming calling
Calling you back home

"DON DA DON CHAKA PON
PATA PON DON CHAKA
DON DA DON CHAKA PON
PATA PON DON CHAKA"

the talking drums are calling
in the pattern of their tone

Calling you back home

The pattern of the talking drums
Calling the addressed
announcing the sender
the message follows
like when a leopards on the loose
this is the way it goes...

"Mot a nkele nda, ve atan, atan."

meaning:

"He not go in house, but outside, outside."

a cryptic sentence full of jungle implications

That's the pattern sound of the talking drum
a pattern which amazes
used without technology
sending messages over the vast continent
one of the worlds amazing drum patterns

Showing the pattern of great minds

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HAND IN HAND

I cherish every moment
soothing cuddles
spicy kisses
seducing
hot your touch
a sensual statement
hand in hand
looking at each other
we smile...

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EARTHEN

Earthen, the smell rising
from the ground, after the rain.
I breathe, deeply inhaling
it's freshness
connecting myself
with mother earth,
soft and wet the moss,
tickling my toes.

Desire rises within me,
as the scent takes me on a journey.
My mind starts to see;
the colour of the room,
soft shadows of red and orange
flickering from the candle light,
enlacing us.
Jasmine incense burning,
the bed where we sleep,
we lay entangled as one,
the pouring rain outside,
so soothing, so sensual,
had stopped.
The moonlight throwing shadows
through the lucent silk drapes.
A breeze caressing us,
slightly chilly on our hot skin,
filled with the earthen scent.
I pull up the sheet, and cover us.

I'm still standing bare foot on the soft moss,
slowly disconnecting from the voyage my mind just made.
One with mother earth.
I smile, happy, thankful for being here, and start to dance.

A single odour can take you miles away.



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I'LL BE THERE

Life can be full of uncertainty
It's stinging clear to me
Though ,seems to leave me blind
Not able to see reality

Yet, whatever tomorrow brings I'll see
Whatever tomorrow brings I'll be there

Seems to be everyone is so content
Whilst I feel nothing but torment
I drive myself to think
Of yester dreams
With open arms to hold you
And open eyes to see you
But I can't see how much
I let the wheel steer me
To put you in my dream tonight
To linger here with me again
What chance is there
To be, what I dream you to be
Dream how beautiful it could be
For you and for me

There seems to be a way
Everyone seems to get around
So why not me
Oh, pardon me
Oh, pardon me
For being me
While I burst into pain
People smile away
Pardon me, while I burn
I will rise above my agony
I will never be the same
Yet always you remain
In my dream
Sequence of yesterdays
Forever here to stay

My hands, I do stretch out to you
Why then, are you not here with me
If only in my dream
You would not walk away
For when I wake, the dream is gone
Yet, I do feel your presence strong
As if you want to linger on
Your perpetual spirit like a song
Enlaces me, embraces me, so strong
I feel to sleep not before long
So that I can drown myself again
In this whole entity I call
The dream of you and me
Yet, whenever I think that I am free,
You come again, and put your spell on me
I feel the sting of insecurity
Will I chose, water over wine
Thinking that you could be mine
I want to have this dream come true
For me, for you, eternity

Yet, whatever tomorrow brings I'll see
Whatever tomorrow brings I'll be there

I want to feel free like a bird
Come, come meet me, emerge the dream
Lets fly in outer space
Where our stars were made
I will always hold you tight
When you're afraid of heights
My dream is better, than it ever was
I will hold you in perpetuity
Retaining balance of my dream

Only you, make me feel like I do
Yet, you rise with every morning dew
But every night you come so close to me
Your silent touch floats right through me

Yet, whatever tomorrow brings I'll see
Whatever tomorrow brings I'll be there

Forever, sailing in my dream


PoeDes©


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