Tribute To Life & Death of My Loved Ones

It is amazing how much comfort you find in knowing that all that happens is by the hand of Him who fashioned us. After all, it is only because of Him that I am here today. It is only because of Him that we have any hope of salvation, that we can stand fully justified, freely forgiven and wholly pure before a righteous and awesome God. Isn't it amazing?

In Memory of those who left before us, this is to keep them in our hearts

 Rose Keet

Lilet Santos

Connie Mathews (tameka's mom)

Ellyou Vermeulen (Kim&Olivia's mom)

Mr Falken

D.O.D 01/07/2012

Mrs Falken

D.O.D 24/06/2012

Jermaine Williams

D.O.B: 13/12/1983

D.O.D : 09/08/2012

In Memory 

of

Nizaam Falken

D.O.B

D.O.D

a poem dedicated to him

If I Die Young

Don't cry for me
As I won't be here
To dry them for you.
Just send me away
With the words
Of  a love song.
I've had enough time
It may seem it was
Short lived
But its all the words
I've said before
If I die young
Don't cry for me.
Lord please comfort
The ones left behind.
I know its  a life
Short lived,
But I think
I've had enough time.
Your tears will dry
I'll see you smile.
Don't cry for me
Because when
I felt you
Hold my hand
I've felt peace.
If I die young
Send me away with
 a love song.
Lord let me be
 a rainbow
After the rain,
I want to shine
Down on my mother,
That she would
Know I'm safe with you,
 when she stands under
 my colors, oh well.
This life isn't always
As we thought
It be,
Its not gray,
But she  buries her  baby.
If I die young
Just know
That you've loved me
And God has come
To take me home,
The life you've
Shown me.
My short lived life,
But I've had enough time.
As swift as  a dove
I've flown my wings,
Go with peace and love.
Gather up your tears.

Grant Eternal Rest, O Lord

The Lord is my shepherd: I shall not want. In green pastures he gives me repose. Beside restful waters he leads me; he refreshes my soul. He guides me along the right path for his name's sake. Even if I walk in the dark valley I fear no evil; for you are at my side. Your shepherd's staff and rod give me comfort. You spread a table before me in the sight of my foes; You anoint my head with oil, and my cup overflows. Goodness and kindness will follow me all the days of my life. And I shall dwell in the house of the Lord for years to come. --Psalm 23

Nothing wounds the human heart more deeply than the loss of a loved one. Does God care? "The Lord is my shepherd." Even as we walk in the shadow of death, God is at our side. Beyond death is an unknown life, where God, in goodness and kindness, welcomes us to dwell in his house for years to come. We think death ends; let us believe it is also a beginning. It brings its terrible loss; let us hope for the promised gain. "I am the Good Shepherd," Jesus says. "I go to prepare a place for you."

Sometimes a prompt helps us to let our loved ones go, knowing that no matter how brief a time was shared, they have fulfilled what they came into being to achieve and that their love will continue.

Everyday God gives us a moment in which it is possible to change everything that makes us unhappy.

You have to take risks, he said. We will only understand the miracle of life fully when we allow the unexpected to happen. Every day, God gives us the sun--and also one moment in which we have the ability to change everything that makes us unhappy. Every day, we try to pretend that we haven't perceived that moment, that it doesn't exist--that today is the same as yesterday and will be the same as tomorrow. But if people really pay attention to their everyday lives, they will discover that magic moment. It may arrive in the instant when we are doing something mundane, like putting our front-door key in the lock; it may lie hidden in the quiet that follows the lunch hour or in the thousand and one things that all seem the same to us. But that moment exists--a moment when all the power of the stars becomes a part of us and enables us to perform miracles."

In Memory Of Alan C Davids (uncle)

&

Sarah V Davids (grandma)

&

Charles W Davids ( grandpa)

&

Fioula Davids (cousin)

Poem

Entering his Kingdom

Overlooking the ocean,
Wondering will I ever see you,
The days seem longer,
Nights seem to go slower,
What I am missing,
Is knowing you going,
Holding onto a memory,
Thinking I am out of surgery,
Overlooking the passage,
Down to your room,
Never knowing,
When I will be holding,
Caring, giving, graciously receiving,
Oceans spread as wide as his wings
Looking over the face,
I see you,
Up there, in heaven,
Waving,
Wanting to reach a hand out,
Angels singing you coming,
I see you at the open gate,
As the ocean makes way for you,
To climb up the stairs
To your new home,
They couldn’t save you here
But I know up there
You will not need a surgery,
Not missing
Not holding
Not looking
But hoping
We’ll meet again.
One day,
In this wide ocean, as you climb up the stairs.
To that Golden gate,
Where trumpets blowing,
The coming of a new angel.
Never look back,
Cause I will be looking ahead,
Meeting you again one day,
In that pearly white gate.

Copyright C Davids

Today's blog i pay tribute to the ones whose gone before me, whose watching over me in this day and age. This has been a tough year on myself and family members, friends and loved ones. I sit here this afternoon thanking God for letting me apart of these 3 peoples lives. A family that has loved me no matter what. Recently I lost my uncle about two months ago, and I guess somewhere inside me I still expect to see him when I go to the house, and his there. But God has better plans for him, he took him home, that is why I wrote Entering His Kingdom.

God gives us strength to face tragedy

HARDLY a week passes when we don't have faith tested.

A good man with everything to live for dies in a moment of tragedy, while an elderly patient who has had her life and longs to die lingers on in pain and discomfort.

We live in a world in which there is conflict between good and evil, and each one of us is caught up in the struggle.

And there are few times in our lives which leave us more helpless than moments of personal tragedy.

Like Job in the Bible we may cry out to God our inability to understand. God will listen. But He may not necessarily give us a quick or easy answer to life's imponderables.

As long as we are this side of Heaven our knowledge will be imperfect and we shall see in a mirror dimly.

The Christian faith does not leave us in despair, however. We have a blessed hope that there will surely come a time when we shall understand fully and see for ourselves face to face.

Meanwhile, we must take heart that God knows and understands, and we have to hang on to Him with every bit of faith we have.

Although God may not shield us from all life's ills He is able to give us the strength and inner courage to face them and see them through.

As we cling to God so we need to cling to one another, for adversity has a way of drawing people together for comfort and support.

"For now we see in a mirror dimly, but then face to face. Now I know in part; then I shall understand fully, even as I have been fully understood" — from 1Corinthians 13.

The Serenity Prayer

God grant me the serenity
to accept the things I cannot change;
courage to change the things I can;
and wisdom to know the difference.
Living one day at a time;
Enjoying one moment at a time;
Accepting hardships as the pathway to peace;
Taking, as He did, this sinful world
as it is, not as I would have it;
Trusting that He will make all things right
if I surrender to His Will;
That I may be reasonably happy in this life
and supremely happy with Him
Forever in the next.
Amen.

--Reinhold Niebuhr

Trust in the LORD with all your heart
and lean not on your own understanding;
in all your ways acknowledge him,
and he will direct your paths.

Proverbs 3, 5-6



Cries For A Broken Halleluyah

Cries Beyond The Grave

Its been seven years ago but the memory is melted in your subconscious after everything that happened until that dreadful moment you didn’t expect your world to fall apart in a minute of a day.

Know person are ever prepared for it but it happened .The day started with the bickering and blaming as usual and you curled up in the corner of the room where you feel you can let go from all the animosity. Knowing that your world won’t ever be the same again. You didn’t know how to express what you feeling. You only a child but all the adults around you are so consumed of guilt of what may come.
As I was sitting their flashbacks of what’s happening seems to play itself out.
When the one person who could stop it, can’t live a finger are say a word. In my head I hear this song playing just the words of it, words that made all the sense at that moment.
“I heard there was a secret chord that David played and it pleased the Lord, but you don’t care for music do you?
Well it goes like this: the 4th the 5th the minor fall and the major lift, the baffled King composing Halleluiah”

Word’s that burnt into my subconscious that made a song with all the right words.
De javu was streaming through your eyes like you see everything happening but there’s no way you could do something.
Walking down the corridor of the cold white and lavender floors I realised my life is about to change, why would he call us all here. Tears started to fill my eyes not wanting to accept what had happened an hour before we got there. I had chills down my spine it’s not the cold are that it’s winter, but the place where I found myself in.
The waiting room were bombarded by relatives, you see their faces but you don’t want to take it in but its real .It was as real as light is to day.

That same song came back in my head.
“Well your faith was strong but you needed proof. You saw her bathing on the roof top. Her beauty and the moonlight over through.”

But this time the versus became more and the more I hear it the tears filled my eyes burning over my cheeks.

“She tied you to the kitchen chair.
She broke your throne and she cut you’re your hair and from the lips she drew the halleluiah.”

I was here before I remember the dream I had the night before.
“Well maybe I’ve been here before, I’ve seen this room before and the I’ve walked this floor.”

Waking up from that dream was maybe a mistake .If I kept my eyes close much longer, maybe things would’ve been so much different. Then I could’ve directed the dream into another direction and then I wouldn’t have to see her lying their.
Is her heart still beating, is there a tiny little breathe coming from her mouth and nose, is all the air pumped from within. Will I ever hear my name is what I’ve done wrong? What about all the stories of her childhood.
Silence filled the air, lights became brighter tears became more and more. You think that how come this all happening and you seemed to not be moving like everything is happening but you block the important part, that this was not a dream.

In the distance you could hear the chattering of voices and people seem to move closer towards you but you can’t move, your body is in shock the overwhelming of the night.

“It’s cold and it’s a broken halleluiah”

The versus came back, why does it keep coming back. The words are now more in your head even though I’ve never heard it before. Maybe it did play on the radio, I must’ve heard it the time she was their, and it came back to me I did hear it before she left , we listened to it, we sang to those exact words verse by verse , she knew that song so well.

In the distance I hear the song near the end of it, this time it was the last goodbye.
“But remember when I moved in you and the holy dove was moving too, and every breath you drew was halleluiah.
It’s not a cry you hear at night.
It’s not somebody who’s seen the light.
It’s a cold and it’s a broken halleluiah”

Back home the song remained in my thoughts but each passing day the words seem to fade in the distance.
The coldness, the chill, the tears all faded away, but the emptiness lived on.
After all the years that past.
The present were the cries of my broken halleluiah.


Copyright C Davids

AN: This was written in memory of my grandma, after I lost her in 2001. I wrote this a year later in 2003 @ the age of 19.

Movie Review - Rome & Juliet

As the heading says it:

“ Love knows no rules. ”

Rome and Juliet is a romantic movie about a forbidden love between two women. The film directed by Connie Macatuno and starred by Mylene Dizon and Andrea del Rosario explores into the world of taboo love and lesbianism.


The Synopsis

Juliet (Andrea del Rosario) is a conservative pre-school teacher who is set to wed his boyfriend Marc (Rafael Rosell). She hires a liberated wedding planner in the person of Rome (Mylene Dizon). The two eventually became close and develop a romance that became a huge scandal after Marc's influential family discovered the affair.

Reviews from viewers

“ Everything in the film was realistic, the scenes, the dialogues, the way the attraction between the two women unfolded. The director did a very good job in making even a straight audience understand a sensitive topic of falling inlove with the same sex. The film neither condemned nor glorified lesbianism but simply acknowledged the reality of it.. ”
- VK from Click the City


“ I liked Andrea del Rosario's acting here. Simple lang. Mylene Dizon is a pro at her craft. I almost had a liking with her character which means that she played it effectively. ”
- Katrina


My Review

This movie was made in Metro Manila Philipines, it is also made in their language tagalog, so if it wasnt fr the subtitles any other person not understanding the language wouldnt understand, but here is the thing i relate from the story. Its a very powerful message the writer and the director and offcourse the brilliant actress, Mylene Dizon and Andrea Del Rosario.
Love has no rules, whether its straight love or lesbian love, love can happen without you knowing. I have learnt more about their culture, what is expected of Juliet being engaged to a Councellor and also the breadwinner and also a teacher. She has her own believes but her true conquest in life is to find THE ONE. don't we all want to find the person that God has intended us to be with.
Why should it matter who that person is.

Rome's character are the free spirted business woman coming from a different kind of life, she had her heartbroken once by her boyfriend and since started to have meaningless sexual relations with men. She don't put her heart out anymore. She has her own business, basically she is the smart, sophisticated woman who befriended the conservative teacher.

How they met: They met in a church before either knew who they were. Like Rome said its like i dreamt about this day.
There friendship became stronger as the planning of Juliet & Marc's prenups were on the horizon, what Marc didnt know and expect that his once loving fiance was falling in love with their wedding planner and also another woman. Surprisingly to both Rome & Juliet it isnt something they ever thought could happen.
Sometimes loves work in mysterious ways and its then that you find your true love. As did they.
Rome finally coming to terms that she is ready tobe with Juliet before Juliets fatal accident losing her fiance and the death of her father, all she had was Rome, but with Marc's interference Juliet caught him kissing Rome just when Rome pushed him away and yelled at him of his behaviour. I guess Marc is your typical male that would ask what does she has that i dont. Am i not man enough to please you, but it wasnt about that it is about finding someone that you want to be yourself with, whether in good or bad.
Love has no limits.
I enjoyed this movie even though it wasnt inEnglish bt i loved it for the fact Juliet's mother came around later, Marc finally realised she isnt meant for him. Juliets beautiful poetry she has written about her love for Rome and Rome confessing her love to Juliet in front of everyone including her sister.

All she asked for was, how come my love is so different from God's love. Why should it.

This part i missed out, i translated it from the original

Women related issues
By Rome & Juliet

This is for acceptance and for the rest of us who are hiding in the dark.
Its time to all come out.

Living life wouldn’t mean that you have to do things right,
To have eternal life after death.
Living life wouldn’t mean that you have to love
It the way you want it.
The way you think is right?
SHE is the only reason for this.
Just her.
Then why is God’s definition of love
So different from everyone else’s?
How can it be so different?
It simply feels good to love.
See, everything about me, my whole body, my mind, my heart, my soul,
My whole being points out to this person.
And tells me that what I am feeling is not a lie.
How can that be so bad in the eyes of so many?
And in the eyes of God?
I just don’t get it.
I was thinking maybe it would have
Been better and easier if it was someone else.
But the thing is, its not.
Why does it have to be her?
Why does it have to be ONLY her?
I am going to be completely honest
And spare myself from being completely disillusioned.
I just want one day to be with her.
One day.
That is all, nothing more, nothing less.
To let my heart feel on overflow of emotions,
I want to feel intensity flowing into our bodies.
Releasing on our fingertips.
Is that too much too ask.

Juliet

Does one need just a day?
To prove eternal love?
To express a love that is exceptionally unexplainable?
Are you ready for a love?
That I feel for you.

I very much give this move a rating of 10 starts...

Struggling with poetry forms

So i have been taking some online poetry classes on allpoetry.com, i really thought hey i can do this. If i can write poetry, this would be easy, well the first two assignments was easy peasy, when i got to the forms Kyrielle, i think i had to redo the assignment three times becos i was just nt getting the sylabbles right, kindly enough the lecturer was able to pass me on my last try...
so we went onto the next assignment, believe me even though it isnt yet graded i am so not going to get the Qautern form right either..
then i ask myself now why do i want my poems in certain forms, why not just write freeverse..
but what i have come to realise is that every poet needs to know what the forms is...
we all need to know deeper then the words you are writing...
the other day i tried so hard on a shape poem, believe me i couldnt even shape a mother swaying a baby, i even drew the picture and try to put the words out there i just couldnt get it right.
So there goes my shape poetry out the door..The reason i enter these contest and classes is that you never to old to learn, are in my case never to late to try something new, but i will keep going and see what amzing forms i can create in the meantime..

If you like to know more of me i am not just an poetess i am more then that.
I am also a novelist i just completed my first romance novel, and i have written several online publications, i now am home to Allpoetry.com. as fallen wingz..
I have won two silver trophies and one bronze trophy on three of my poems, i am sure one day i will get the gold, who knows i might bring out my own selection of poetry..

I'll keep on trying with this poetry forms..
might just be another shakespeare..

*Her Shirt*

Her shirt

The boxes stood all piled up,
Wondering when and why they all in a row.
Slowly I moved towards the boxes,
Playing with the duck tape,
As she forgot to have them sealed.

Why is it this feel all so different?
Why is it that this is so hard to comprehend?
Just a month went by,
But yet she hasn’t sealed.

I reached inside,
To reached what my hand can remove.
Their it was,
Still smelling like her,
The velvety, fruity scent
Only she had.

It was my favourite to have her in.
I pull it closer to my chest.
The shirt I loved to rip open.

How many times haven’t we sowed it back?
How many times didn’t I have to remove it from her skin?
Her pale skin,
With the baby blue shirt on.

The shirt I still can’t give a way.
The only thing I kept to remember her by.
The shirt she loved most of all.


Copyright C Davids

Art Reflectiing Emotions

Duet

I start to play around my piano,
Slowly I start to hum a melody,
What else is there to do?
When the duo has gone
What else is there to do?
While humming a lullaby,
The sound start to erupt into something more,
I start to get the words in my head,
My mouth opens as the ballade leaves my lips,
Beside me I hear the voice,
A second person singing,
Enjoying the rhythm,
Of creating our own love duet.
Keys changing, fingers flowing, voices combining.
Spiritually embosomed,
That my duo will never leave,
Creating our own love duet.

Copyright C Davids

My Book Review on “Keeping You A Secret” by Julie Anne Peters

Keeping You A Secret has the sub title saying: Is it worth falling in love if you have to keep it a secret?

I have heard a lot of people raving about this book and it took me a year later to actually order this book online. I wanted to know the secret, why is it a secret until I opened the first page and got stuck to what I read, “ IMRU”.
I haven’t read much lesbian stories, but this isn’t just a normal love story, it’s a story based on two teenage girls and there teen world. Holland being the protagonist is the top student of the school, she is the Student President.
In some way she is the popular girl, she is the socialite of her peers, so many people look up to her.

What most don’t know she is fighting a battle within herself, and that battle only got discovered when a girl name Cece, came to her school.

As I quote online reviews of the book titled, Keeping You A Secret.

“Not just a gay love story, this book transcends barriers, allowing readers of all persuasions to level in its universal truths about self- knowledge, acceptance, pride, and the hardships of wrestling with the perceptions and comfort of others…”

“Keeping You A Secret will give you an updated look at the pressures, emotions and fears that today’s teenagers face while trying to make sense of their own identities. The love story is a joyful one, though marked by pain inflicted by the outside world….the main characters are appropriately complex and convincing, and even the most likable do some unlikable things. A lesbian love story, a self- discovery narrative and a tale of two struggles.”

I read “Keeping You A Secret” in one day, I couldn’t stop reading it because I felt like this was my life; this is what I am currently experiencing. Feeling that you never felt before comes to the surface. When I met my girl friend I was dating a boy, who I have been on and off with for two years. It was that feelings that would do flip flops and making flutters in the pit off your stomach.
When I came out trying to accept this new life, this new identity. It wasn’t easy, it was confusing. There are so many things you think about. I keep saying no I am not, I don’t like girls. That isn’t who I am supposed to be. I am supposed to follow the plan, meet a boy, and fall in love and have 2, 5 kids. Buy a house, marriage that is what is expected, that is what all our parents want doesn’t it.

I remember laying in my room, crying myself to sleep, I keep saying I want to be me, just let me be normal, yet I can’t be normal what is normal really.
I thought about everything as I was in that room. I was thinking about my world, my family, my parents, my friends, I was thinking about all this other people. How fitting my new lifestyle would be to them.
I didn’t want to lose them. Its has been a year since, I am still in the closet. Too afraid to be rejected.

It has been a painful struggle; the mere thought you are always weary on what is going around you. Would they know I am gay, will my friends not hug me when they find out, and will they act differently around me. It might have been one of the biggest challenges to finally admit to myself that I am a lesbian, but the worst part of being one was the fact I feel alone and lost most of the time.

How I envy Cece in this book, how openly and proud she is to be herself and not to pretend, to cover up almost everything.

Through all this turmoil of my identity, I met a girl. The first time we spoke on the phone I was falling for her. It was that instant attraction, like how can this person do this, where no boy has ever made me feel. Gosh I love her, I still do, we have been dating for a year and a month now and the thing that holds me back is the fact I can’t tell my friends or my family. I want to shout out and say I love her so much, this is my soul mate. I just want to be with her in every way, I hate living with this secret, its weighing me down, because I want to let my secret out.

Why don’t parents understand us? Why can’t they let us live our own lives?
My dad disowned me, but not because I am gay, he disowned me because I didn’t want to accept him in my life. My dad abandon me when I was a few months old, I was raised by my mother and my grandparents who both died, that was a tough period for me as I became a different person. I became rebellious, questioning myself.

He was in my life but not regularly, he was a drinker and would blame me on several accounts about his life being screwed up, about having me, that I was a mistake. The only man that should’ve taken care of me couldn’t do that. He rather blames me for faults he has done as a father. When it came to school and activities he wanted to take credit for everything, he even applied me to a college to study for something I didn’t want to excel in. It was his dream and not mine. In “Keeping You A Secret”, it’s Holland and her mother going through this, whereas her mother wants to live vicariously through her achievements and not what she wanted. At the end Holland’s mom lost a daughter because of being homophobic, but why don’t people see that we just want to be happy? We don’t stand in there paths, but it’s easy for them to do that to.
So many of us, still in the closet hiding because we fear that we will end up losing everything just like Holland, she lost everything she knew, but she was strong, she chose happiness. They say love trumps fear. What about us scares our parents, our friends and the world? Do we stand in there paths, keeping them from being happy. Do they even consider us at all?

When someone ask me once, how do I feel, what is it like to. I just said she’s the one I wished for.

I am going to take a text out of the book, “Keeping You A Secret, by Julie Anne Peters.”

“I love her, I love her so much. I’ve never felt this way about anyone before. We are connected, physically, emotionally and spiritually. Its like she is inside of me.”

That is what my love is like for my girl friend, she is the air I breath and the arms that holds me when days are unkind to me, she is always their.

The love story between Holland & Cece, is one of the most inspirational yet heart wrenching and powerful relationship I have ever experienced, and I know many of us feel that way about our first true love, that girl that makes your heart goes tud, tud tud…it just want to explode as you try to calm yourself down, most times I get to stutter when I am in her presence that my face turns red and on fire.

Every page had me in this book, every feeling, every emotion and inner chats Holland had with herself, and how she would just want to be around Cece, no matter where are who is looking she didn’t care. She just wanted to be with her, but Keeping it a secret was the only thing that she couldn’t face, she wanted to shout it out on the rooftops the highest mountain I AM IN LOVE, AND PROUD TO BE ME.

As I come to the ending to this review, I would suggest you read the book, whether you are straight, gay, lesbian, and bicurious. Read it, if we could get a lot of straight young people to read this book it could change so many lives and people’s view on being gay.

It’s a sickness in this world how LGBT teens gets treated at schools all around the world. Not too long ago I college in Cape Town, South Africa, had this petition with a pink closet set in the foyer of the institution, it was like a riot going under where students of the GSA was injured and name bashing, the closet was also burnt down.

How can we change the world? How can we safe our fellow brothers and sisters from not taking their own lives, from keeping their true identity a secret, also how can I one day come out and tell the people in my world that I am a lesbian.

I am more me now since I accepted who I am, by reading this book it proofs to me I am not alone in this. That there are places to go and seek help. You aren’t alone; I now know I am not.

I want to thank the author Julie Anne Peters for her beautiful ability through writing, to bring such an amazing book like, “ Keeping You A Secret” out in our midst. She is an amazing writer and all her books is a must read.

I signed of with this. Losing your heart’s desire is tragic, but gaining your heart’s desire…it’s all you can hope for.

If You Say

....if i say i am a writer,
....if i say i am a girlfriend of someone,
....if i say i am a daughter,
....if i say i am someone's godmother,
....if i say i love someone

i know you might be confuse with all these if i say...but i am just ranting on what is inside of me right now, at this moment in time...but all those if's is who i am...i am all thos ethings and so much more.

i love to write, its my passion, i think writing saves me from destruction,but i hope since lastnight all that is a thing of a pass, right now i am planning on uprooting my life here in Cape Town, to a beautiful island name Manilla, Phillipines, so in the coming year their are many things besides writing to get settled.

i have never been to any places in this world, never been in a plane, idk anything about the world then what i read about....so that is why i am taking this chance..this risk like my friend told me on Sunday..chim do it, i did once and i wish i never came back home..so yes that is what i am planning to do, moving my life to another country with no expectance, or yes i do expect something, but like someone once told me, the grass isnt any greener abroad...well that is what i want to find out..so i am planning on all this the end of Dec 2011....

i would want to go and visit my sister in Seattle one day..at one time i was planning on Alabama...but that is a whole other thing, actually a thing of the past...

the wonders seize to amaze me yet..

i love this peom from BV

“When I say, "I love you," it's not because I want you or because I can't have you. It has nothing to do with me. I love what you are, what you do, how you try. I've seen your kindness and your strength. I've seen the best and the worst of you. And I understand with perfect clarity exactly what you are. You're a hell of a woman.”
Spike to Buffy

so i guess that has got nothing to do with my entry...but i just liked it and threw it in here... makes sense if you read it....i do have someone special in my life....a great girl...and i think i might be crazy about her..she is my muse.

My City ( Cape Town)

She is beautiful, surrounded by the deep blue ocean.
Her mountain tops as flat as a table, famous by it's tourist spots.
Her beauty comes in both sunlight and sunset.


The sun coming up behind her mountains as it covers our city with warmth.
I love these beautiful sights she has given us,
From every corner of this well known city.
Well known for it's many wonderful colours.

Some would call us colourful, but I will call it a union of many cultures.
We have the Malay dishes at Eid,
We have the carnivals at festivities.
If you walk down the roads of Adderley & Long Street,
you would never long to go back home.

She is beautiful with all her hot spots.
Whether you a nature junkie or an adrenalin addict,
We have all the things to suit your personality.


Climbing up Table mountain and taking in the nature trails that leads to endless possibilities.
I am capetonian, in love with her city.
She is a beauty and hope you make time to come visit us here.

Cape Town City


My Entry for Poetry Potluck #28, Trips, Travel and Vacation

What writing means to me & what inspires me.

Writing is like a mirror, you see what you are through it. Sometimes we like what we see and other times we do not. Writing is a reflection of the author, who they are, what they value and wehere they are in life.
As I grew, I used words to heal myself, I wrote about my pain and my fear and my hatred of the world. I wrote about my circumstances and how they effected me, how I would change them if I could. I wrote down my hopes and my dreams. I poured it all out and it kept me sane. It kept me from losing teh one small piece of me that remained hidden away, where no one could find it.

Writing for me has always been an escape, a way to express my true feelings with all of the descriptive language and imagery that makes words dance off the page. It's a way to express what's in my heart and my soul, those deep places where many people hesitate to venture. In our fast paced society, people want you to be short and sweet and get to the point. This way they can quickly be on their way to whatever's next on their agenda. Impatience leads to those short- clipped conversations that sometimes leave you wondering what was just said, but when you are writing, you have freedom to be expressive and creative. I take satisfaction in knowing that my word of choice infused emotion into what was said, and that the reader felt impacted in some way by my words. I get so much satisfaction from sharing my thoughts and ideas, and really relish when someone takes the time to offer me feedback. When that happens, I know that I have made a difference and someone has really heard my message. I have often wondered where my love for words comes from, and where I learned how to string words together so well. I enjoy writing for a multitude of reasons. It gives me an opportunity to express myself and it is very therapuetic.

Most of all I enjoy writing for the sheer enjoyment of writing. I like the way it makes me feel, and I feel complete and with a renewed sense of confidence and joy when I write something that flows well.
Writing is something I have to do. I cannot go without writing as I do not feel right. It si in my blood leaking into my mind. All these thoughts and images in my head. I cannot see myself not writing in the future. I will keep writing until I am called home to heaven. It is who I am a writer.

When you write you are tapping into your inner soul, and it is really hard to lie to yourself when you are putting words down that sometimes translated from internal emotions that can't be denied. There is so much that I could say about writing. I know there is power in words.

Power to express oneself, power to lay out intricate diagrams that will take a person on fantastic journeys to lands unknown to themselves.

What I find myself doing is writing about my experiences dealing with what I've gone through and recognizing the wonderful gift I have in writing and sharing the most human of emotions with others.

( I am Thankful God gave me this Talent)



A girl feeling empty

This is a painting that i can relate to so many times i have felt this way. A feeling of emptiness sometimes we dont know why this girl looks so sad, she might be the creation of a famous artist that was used in the Tv Show One Tree Hill, this isnt sketches i originally created, but this is what i drew from mind and seeing this on P Sawyer's wall the fictional character in OTH.



Triangle

 Who of you that are fans of the Tv Show One Tree Hill that was also sketched by the fictional character P Sawyer, this sketch really holds the storyline between the main three at the time, BLP. I sketched this also from mind and what a good eye i have for sketching from seeing this so many times. I too had my own triangle for awhile and this painting just draw so many feelings from it. Three hearts One Love One Choice was also the book titled by myself and my own original storyline.



Ellie
Who off you will forever forget the short plot story of a mother and daughter bonding over there love for music and sketching, having this much creativity in you must be amazing. I always thought that we get out creativity from our parents but in my case its not as. being my dad being an engineer and my mother used to be dressmaker.



People Always Leave

This is one of my favorite sayings because its so true, people always somehow leaves me alone, either they die, or they leave never to be heard off. I was really sad when P Sawyer actually left Tree Hill, she was the one who had this "People Always leave " saying yet she left like Brooke said. "

Peyton used to say: people always leave. Who knew she was talking about her stupid ass?"

Sad reality but people never stick around for ever. They make that promise but its definitely not forever. I have experienced this so many times. I dont blame the ones i have lost to death because it was there time to leave this earth, but what about the ones whose still on earth yet they make like you never did exist. All forgotten not even a simple email would suffice.

"goodbye" is the only truth.

if you want to leave, you can. i'll remember you though. i remember everyone that leaves. me4son/ short for Meka. 27/female/taken/Ala/Virgo. Dhachaye 32/female/ex gf/Phils/scorpio. Don't take the time to get to know me if your not going to stick around. I've been hurt way too many times, 2 people leaving me behind.

When i read that we can share a poem,song or image, i thought i am going to share this talent i have, its a hidden talent that i have kept for myself for so long. This is all my own sketches but its not original, i was so in love with this tv show One Tree Hill, the character Peyton Sawyer, that i wanted to remember how this fictional character help me to skecth these ones. I do have some of my own work in my sketch book.
I am thankful to God for giving me the artistic and creativity.


My entry for Tuesday Thankfulness #6

Abit About me

I am not new to writing nor to blogging..I have been writing and joining various sites to have my work displayed and i have found quite abit. But i am going to chat about my writing career, i have only ever written for one online publication, fanfiction.net, its well known around the world wide web, if you love your favourite tv shows and wants to see what they suppose to be line in AU world we have that for you, so i only wrote for South Of Nowhere, One Tree Hill, i love those two shows especially the couples like Spashley(SON), leyton(OTH)...just to name a few..so if yo check out my main page i have the links to my fanfiction stories..