To say Goodbye

A thought, a deed that all regret....
Stay away from this, please forget....
Keep you in heart and mind forever....
Not to go or say goodbye is better....

Stopping time, keep you in the moment....
If only this reality was so easy to bent....
All good has to pass, you have to leave....
Broken heart, with time, it will forgive....

All slows down, as you have to move on....
Close my eyes, open and your gone....
Tears of remembering, my heart, I will try....
Let you leave, let you go ,say goodbye....

To Paper from Pen

From deep inside it brings to the surface....
Feelings to words that all have a purpose....
From days, months and years gone past....
Never spoken or said, this, not been fast....

From happiness to heart-ache, just want to live....
To every-body and only now, open can give....
Rises like the current, over flowing with joy....
Cleaning the closet, the heart and soul, no more toy....

Open to life, a new horizon, challenge await....
Is this planned, destiny, or is it fate....
Clearing of words, flowing to paper from pen....
To ears, eyes and hearts, what happens then....

Port Elizabeth

To you my city of smiles, I now will write….
Slumber in your beauty, soon away my flight….
You have changed me, made me positive….
From a deep sleep, awoken, now to live….

In every area, street a treasure awaits….
Cafés, Arts and Shops, all with little baits….
For visitors and all it’s begging to escape….
To a city, the jewel of the Eastern Cape….

Sun rising over the ocean, views money can’t pay….
You have the best Algoa, now Nelson Mandela Bay….
With the bustle of a city, but still a friendly heart….
Play of the ocean, beaches and beauty, hard to part….

The Friendly the Windy City, your name is so true…
But I know the days your smile, waters and sky so blue…
You feel to me like the city of life, of my birth….
To you I will soon return my city, Port Elizabeth….

Wind

With the voice of ghosts in mid of night....
You speak to soul and mind, with might....
Pulling on shirt and hair, jacket and skirt....
Swaying plants and trees, chasing leaves in flirt....


Inside the soul, stirring and clearing like a big rubber.....
Cleaning the soul, the land you make us feel to suffer....
The feel is bigger then taste, sound and sight....
What you do the power from inside, thats might.......


Not liked by many but needed by all......
To clean the land, the soul, we then can recall....
Feeling what blocked you, the mind and soul....
To again think clear, strive and reach that goal.....


Dying down and slowly sub dew, just playing around....
You never close by, but always somewhere to be found....
Please be here to let us know, when your not.....
We as earth need you to clean, but never forgot.....