THE REBIRTH OF MAGIC

I was utterly mesmerised
I watched and listened
As the crystal bell
Caught me in its spell
As it moved, its up down swing
Filled with colour and dark light
It was almost night

I began to wonder about what
Merlin told me when the light was bright
"I wish you well on your jouney into the shadow!"
He'd said to me

I need to tear down all the old
Need to be rebuilt as I'm told
My need to find light in darkness
Deep self-reflection
Awareness
Courage
Introspection
Divination
Consciousness
Life's occurrence
Stars in sight

I celebrate and praise
The dead spirit, though
Buried my hopes with him
Nobody and nothing
Seems to rejoice me now
Except the world of pretence
Is that really my only chance
The gods don't even deserve my sacrifice
Images transfigured in dark light

Let me make experience of me
I shall approach my soul
Follow my existence
Disembowel the unconscious
Express my verity, hidden or denied
Appearing like my blind enigma, dark inside
Yet stars shine bright
I will find childlike purity again
It's amorality that hurts the false mind

I will essay the elementary pulsations
Those you have secluded in my dreams
Or destroyed with a symbolic castration
I now prepare my magic death
I enter the reign of imagination
I enter the thunder's memory of time

My body revives
My spirit is in peace
My heart is ready
My essence plunges into warm earth
Eloquence

I open my eyes
The crystal bell still swinging
The birds around me singing
I feel the rebirth of magic
I'm alive

My mind blends with the cosmic energy
I raise with the sun
Like a drop of rain towards the wide ocean
I've dreamt of a winged snake
Encircling the earth
And a mountain of crystal
Bearing the child of an old witch

I look at myself in a black mirror
Magically I feel my new magic strength
Enliven the blood time had frozen in my veins
Now I follow the brightness of my mind
Since now I revive
No silence dominates my heart
No fear can suffocate my shout
I live with new desires
That come true with the heat of fire
I close my circle
Lighting the candles of stars

I open my eyes
The crystal bell still swinging
The birds around me singing
I feel the rebirth of magic
I'm alive

I celebrate my rebirth of magic


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SHE

She walks through the empty park

more or less no one there

emotions surface in her

she smells the roses on her way



None smell like those she had in mind

like the ones the weekend behind

she'd picked them up then

after a lover's night, the day so bright



Why can't the time for once stand still

her cry not heard, gone with the wind

she walks on to rivers edge, forlorn

in burning thoughts of yesterday



The loves that came and went away

and by the harbor she sits down

the tears run down her cheeks by now

her heartbeat echo's flowing low



A Gull flies by, lands next to her

it brings her back to now and here

slightly she smiles, yet misses yesterday

where will she lay her head today



The lonely hours wait for her, returns

her thoughts to gone by past, internally

she wants to hug him, hold him tight

remember that very last night



Where she sat on his lap and talked

of all the things that bonded them

where is it gone the feel of safety

she feels closeness gone to eternity



She hopes that all the sadness part

smiles with the sun, though it is hard

she streches out her hands to heaven

oh Universe please hear her voice



If she could turn the clock back now

she'd do it instantly, presently, but how

yet that's a dream cannot make true

yesterday just gone and rushed away



The longing stay's deep in her soul

she feels this waste of time alone

and walks on to go and see if she can

find the silent peace somewhere within



And in the skies she looks above

the Gulls fly by with sounding clamour

was it the wind, the breeze made her

feel touched deep down below inside



She stands and looks and hugs herself

as if holding on to once deserved

he who took away her lonely hours

will he come back, she doesn't know



It's just her wish, she wants him so

want's him to laugh and hug her soul

the warmth of hands that touched within

the very secrets of her being


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FINDING MYSELF, YOU WITHIN

Finding myself in your arms

You stroking my back tender soft

I cuddle my head into one of your armpits

and purr like a cat

The sensations you awake in me

Heaven if I may say

or Paradise

I whisper sweet things

I melt under your fingers touch

they are like a miracle

a healer to my lost soul

heart beating twice as much

I feel like I'm drowning in my own abbys

tearing you with me

trembling from your kiss

Your hands move over my neck

shoulders then you cup my breast

Arousing slowly and gently

my wish

Your gentle hands decend

pouring sweet seducing oil drops

on me

where they fall

butterfly belly you carress

down to my triangle of dreams

My mouth now ready to kiss

immersed into your world

My whole body in bliss

finding myself in a burst

explosion of a million stars within

sparkling fires errupt

the warmth of it all enrobing me

My thighs clamp taut

around you

You

found not to lose

ever again

Yearning for more



Finding myself

You within



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THE RED DRESS

She had just come from dance lessons.
A quick shower, then she got ready
to meet up with Jack.

The red dress
It was shaped like her body
Jo called it
"Coca Cola"
She asked him:
"Jo, what do you mean?"
"A Coca Cola bottle
is like woman shape, its mean
makes a woman a queen...yes indeed,
didn't you know that?"

She laughed...men were so funny.


She took the red dress out of her wardrobe
looked at it carefully. It was embroidered
on the front with tiny coloured brown
and black beads, at certain points the lines
of pearls intertwined. The pearls where not in
an even pattern, but the pearls met evenly
at the waist like the waist shape
of a coca cola bottle.
Looking at it now made her think of Jo.
The thought put a smile on her face.

She was dressing to meet up with Jack
"Wear something sexy", he had whispered
into the phone, when they had made the date...

She checked herself in the mirror
holding the dress to her
thinking of weather she would wear this,
or the blue-black dress that had a filigran tulle
draped over the main cloth which was soft silk
in its waistline 5 rows of silver pearls
like a fragile belt.
Very sexy too she thought,
but then she decided for the red dress.
Red makes the heart beat faster...
She put back the blue-black dress.

Just a little make-up, searching for a lipstick
matching the colour of the dress.
She put on just a dash of it so her lips
looked fresh like wanting to be kissed, and not
dumped under layers of lipstick.
She really hated that!
There was nothing like looking natural.
She checked her face again,
and put on just a hint of blush
giving her a rosy kind of fresh radiance.
That was that, less is more she thought.

She took her sexiest string, slipped into it,
took of her Kimono, and put the red dress on.
She didn't need a bra. Infact she didn't like them
one bit. She was glad that her breast where not to big
and nice and firm, how lucky!

She got her perfume, 'LOLA'
A combination of vanilla
and warm tonka bean
an electrifying floral,
smooth warmth—epitomizing free spirit,
a sexy fragrance.
Spraying a bit on her,
she inhaled the fragrance,
savouring in the scent of it.
Indeed it was tranquilizing.

She took her keyes and lipstick,
put them in her purse, making sure
she had the present she got for Jack...

It was an Eau de Toilette called 'BANG'
A fragrance of peppercorns
and masculine woodsy notes combined,
creating a sophisticated, daring, scent.
She hoped he would like it...
after all it was a bit daring
...'Bang'...would he think she was indicating something...?
Hmmm, she thought and smiled.
Stilettos! She put them on and went out the door.

The red dress was short. She didn't mind
showing of those lovely long legs anyway.
She loved feeling free like this.
She thought about his kiss and his warm hand
touching her thigh. Deliciously addicting.

She send a text...

Will be 10 minutes late Jack x


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WHAT MATTERED part twelve

Now that you've all read some

PROSE POETRY REALITY of me

Looking and reading my history

This will be the end

Of the "What Mattered" serie



So to speak

What have you found

A woman with a voice

That shouts

Of Love

Of Home

And History

Yes its surely me



I spend so many idle hours

To write and share

Because you care



Though if I write afresh a serie

I'll first be doing a little query

'Cause I will say what matters then

No more what mattered in the end

The future now needs my exploring

Cause I dont want to be

Lets call it boring



So here I go anew my road

With tales of love

I mostly tell

What do I want

Is just some laughter

A little jive

To pep up life



I want to hug my life in full

Yet do I yearn to embrace

all kind of things

On Earth, this place



Whilst all this passes through my head

Dont want to sleep not go to bed

I want to dream a little more



Well you all know from way before

That it is Michael I adore

And since my love for him is strong

I hope that he will carry on

And see me till his last of days

Where we will quietly embrace

And tell us tales of love and of adore

We need to find the fitting shore

Were we will rest just to the core

Cause love was never like this before



Before I go I want to say

Thank you for leading me my way

For reading all I had to say

My ink was telling you what mattered

Today and yesterday

Dont want to go I want to stay

Want to read you

And you read me

Whatever ink we chose to be...



I stand here by the Rivers edge

I say today I make a pledge

It matters cause its in my heart

My soul is never gonna part

It makes me what I feel and am

I do believe, I do believe in me



One thing I want to say just more

A thing I ever so adore

That I am really such a being

That is romantic to the core



Would you mind to open me the door

I got to go now...time for the next floor



But just before I close this serie

Let me be a little faerie

and dash you just a little bit

Of the romantisism to which I do admit



A poem I wrote quiet long ago

So listen this is how it goes





HEARTBEAT



LET ME HEAR YOUR HEARTBEAT

SO THAT I WONT HEAR MY OWN

OPEN TO ME ALL YOUR SECRET DOORS

BECAUSE A LOCK IS ON MY OWN

I CANNOT EXPLAIN IT WITH WORDS

AND ALL MY TEARS CANNOT BE CRIED

THE POWER THAT UNITES US

SINCE THE BEGINNING

WILL PART US ON THE LAST OF DAYS

ALL MY PAIN I SHALL DROWN IN YOUR KISSES

ALL MY FEARS I CARRY LIKE A CHILD

ALL MY LOVE SHALL BE GIVEN TO YOU

NO NEED TO EXPLAIN IT WITH WORDS

IF YOU OPEN UP THAT SECRET DOOR

THAT KEEPS MY HEART BEAT FOR YOU

YOU WILL FIND IT HOLDS THE PASSION

IN WHICH WE FLOAT

THE POWER THAT UNITES US

SINCE THE BEGINNING

WILL PART US ON THE LAST OF DAYS

FOREVER SHALL OUR HEARTBEAT FEEL THE HEAT



Its what mattered!

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WHAT MATTERED part eleven

It wasn't the first time

Nelson Mandela came into my life

Oh no, not with the sad event

That I wrote for you

In 'What Mattered X'

Oh no

It was back in '88

Then



But to get to this new story

Of my inner Glory

To have done what I could

Just to be there

When Mandela needed us most



1988

I was not gonna to be late

Driving to Wembley

Throught the Gate

Going Backstage



Nelson was loved

By the people

That very day

His seventieth

Birthday



With Sting it all started

I was just driving in

Sting already on stage

He sang out to the crowd

He sang out to the world

Singing...

"If you love somebody set them free"



Free him

This great man

For Nelson Mandela

I stand



It was the first of two

Mandela Events

Raising worldwide consciousness

Of ANC Leader Mandela's imprisonment



1988

I'm so glad that

I always did what I did

If you dig



All I've said

I was there

Like I would be anywhere

To do good

Whenever I could

I can!



All the women

All The men

Who came to do

Tribute

To the man

Here I Name:



Some brought Speeches

Some played Music

for the Singers

To the crowd

Comedy came with the Players

Here the List

For you to see...



Sting

George Michael

Richard Attenborough

Whoopi Goldberg

Richard Gere

Eurithmics

Graham Chapman

The Arnhemland Dancers

Amabutho Male Chorus

Lenny Henry

Al Green

Joe Cocker

Jonathan Butler

Freddie Jackson

Ashford and Simpson

Natalie Cole

Lenny Henry

Fry & Laurie

Tracy Chapmans first Apperance

Wet Wet Wet

Tony Hadley

Joan Armatrading

Midge Ure

Paul Carrack

Fish

Paul Young

Curt Smith

Bryan Adams

Bee Gees

Ali McGraw

Phillip Michael Thomas

Jonas Gwangwa

Salif Keita

Youssou N'Dour

Jackson Brown

Sly & Robbie

Aswad

Mahlathini and the Mahotella Queens

UB40

Hugh Masekela

Miriam Makeba

Courtney Pine

IDJ Dancers

Simple Minds

Peter Gabriel

Stephen van Zandt

David Sanborn

Jerry Dammers

Harry Enfield

Amapondo

Whitney Houston

Salt-N-Pepa

Derek B

Stevie Wonder

Fat Boys and Chubby Checker

Billy conolly

Dire Straights

Eric Clapton


Jessye Norman closing with "Amazing Grace"


Leaving a heavy

TRACE

Of what it would mean to give back

SPACE

Though

TIME

Cannot be given back

Yet this man had always stayed on

TRACK

Never swayed

Never looked back

Always foreward

To his

GOAL



Subject 'Apartheid NEVERMORE'!



Yes we carried Voices loud

Out into the World and Crowd


PROUD


Tracy Chapman

Born to a Star

Appeared first time

She had a line

Talkin' 'bout a Revolution

everybody chanting that rhyme



Now that I retrospect

Did I say it was one of the best days in my time?


It's what mattered...


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WHAT MATTERED part ten

The day was blacker than black

It was a hard day

A day for tears

In my eyes

In many eyes

A day for dreadful memories

A day for sadness



I sat down and thought

more and more

about why good people

had to be so hurt



Nelson Mandela

I had just heard the news

Lost his grandaughter

A tragic road accident



A year in a month

To the day

Two days before

Zenani's 13th birthday

To young to go

The sorrow

The pain

Left for those who remain



Zoleka Seakamela

Zenani's mother

Heart so hurt

Hitting ground

Tears for years

Apart from her cries

No sound



Police arrest the man in quest

Drunk he was

The fool

How will he ever live with this

A barricade he did not see

In his stupor state

Of alcohol his place.



Now they have to mourn this tragedy

Their hearts never again so free



The day before

By horror struck

Three students

From Britain

Killed in another car crash



The news clouded what should have been

A South African celebration

Of memories 1994

Multiracial elections

We all were happy for



Oh Alcohol

No self control

What have you done!



Football Worldcup to begin

Nelson Mandela

Cancelled

Speech

For crying

In his heart

Another piece is dying

This man has truly suffered so

I truly feel like crying



I let pass by these thoughts

My mind calling

The losses my own heart

Has had to hold

I know, oh I know

This kind of grief

It sits so deep

And never leaves



I take some paper

To write

A letter

A letter of

Condolences



Dear Nelson Mandela and Family



This sad news made me cry for you. I am so sorry to hear this sad story.

It is the worst pain to carry when one loses a loved one.

It is the moment to cry, it breakes you down and hurts your heart.

We all have to leave one day and become dust, yet in the heart of our loved

ones we live on.

Harder though than anything, is when a young person loses life, when they are

abruptly taken out of our lives.

When we lose a child we experience the most tearing pain imaginable, understood

by those who have had to go this same route experiencing the loss of a child.

It's when we have to let go, we don't know how.

We can't really comprehend and believe it.

We would have rather seen the child grow up to experience the joys life can

bring.

Give them our love, our knowledge, give them guidance and understanding.

Hug them everyday.

A tragedy like this shatters all our dreams.

Yet there comes the time it will also gives us strength. It comes not right

away, but within time we will have in mind that one day we shall meet again...

My heart and thoughts are with you and your family.

I wish you strength to overcome your misery.



With love, Tina



My tears rolled down my cheeks, dropping on the letter I was writing...



I was glad I wrote, I was glad I felt...



It's what mattered...

PoeDes©