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Heaven Can Wait - Presentation Version

My journey must end at the pearly gates,
Where a beautiful eternity awaits,
I should arrive with a smile on my face,
As I enter a place of grace,
In life I must have nothing left to do,
I should have fought each fight and seen each race through,
I should have won
I should have conquered everything I would have done.

Yet I am not ready to be heaven bound,
I’m not prepared to be buried in the ground,
I have many battles I still need to fight,
I still need to emerge from darkness into the light,
I still need to find my place,
Hence towards heaven there is no haste,
I know not what will be my fate,
But until I’m done, heaven can wait.

As long as children go to sleep with nothing to eat,
Walk around with unclad feet,
As long as our mothers toil with nothing to show,
Look upon heaven with no sign of God’s glow,
As long as our fathers are bereft of hope,
Laden with burdens and cannot cope,
Then my heart continues to carry the weight,
So, heaven can wait.

As long as African fa…

Till we meet again

I've cancelled many words on my paper,
Hoping it would change the truth forever,
I sometimes feel you're there,
Then reality flings me into despair,
I realise that you're gone,
And I feel alone,
Each day the wound feels new,
Every second I miss you.

My tears still haven't dried,
Lord knows I have tried,
I still cry,
I still ask why,
I don't understand how this is God's will,
Nor why verse demands I be still,
Anger rages deep within me,
Anger from which I will never be free.

I know many who ought to have taken your place,
Then at least I'd see your face,
Maybe I'd have a chance to say goodbye,
Maybe then I'd understand why.
I wonder if you're looking down at us,
If you're smiling at us,
If you whisper that its okay,
If you walk with us every day.

I miss you more than I can say,
I think about you every moment of every day,
I know you will never again be near,
That nothing will bring you back here.
It still hurts deep
So so deep
I know I will n…

September

I’ve always loved September,
For as long as I remember,
In my mind it’s a time of perfection,
Perfect for reflection,
I’ve always moved forward,
Surged onward,
I’ll always love September,
My beautiful September.

I was born in September,
A day shy of October,
The weather was still fair
The orange leaves still there,
It was a beautiful early morning to arrive,
A great time to be alive,
That is where my story began,
The first sight of me as a man.

I was married in September,
We vowed to always be together,
The wedding was the most beautiful day of my life,
When I made her my wife,
We began a journey that would change me forever,
A journey I’d never take with another,
Regardless of age I still fell younger,
Knowing we’ll be together forever.

I will die in September,
Kind of befitting for this poetic writer,
It will be in the early morn,
Just as I was born,
In my sleep and in a peaceful state,
I imagine I’d be four score eight,
Maybe a little more,
Maybe even five score four.

I have always…

In the world beyond

He gasped but couldn't speak,
He couldn't breathe but he felt no pain,
No screams nor anguish,
If anything, he felt at peace.
He felt a little light but didn't know why,
His eyes had been shut the whole time
He opened them to take a curious look,
He saw his body lying in bed.

He should scream or at least call out
Yet he felt so peaceful
He knew now that the last day was his last
That his time had now come
But wait
What about his children,
And the things left undone
The things left undone.

He wondered if people would miss him
Maybe, maybe not.
After all he was a rolling stone
And he certainly gathered very little moss.
Truth be told he touched many lives
So he knew there would be tears
But he hoped they knew he was in peace
That they needed not shed a tear.

He felt a gentle tug and turned around,
He saw his father, his brothers, his sisters
He saw his people beckoning him home
He felt that it was all OK.
With no words he said goodbye to this world
To people he knew he'd…

Understood by few

They asked me what I do,
So I looked at the asking crew,
I knew this was a trap,
So first I thought to make up some crap,
Then I thought again, no,
Let’s have fun, let’s give it a go,
So I told them I was in advertising,
I could see them mentally criticizing

The lady in the weave was the first to voice it out,
She began the bout,
The man with the glasses echoed her thoughts,
Then the professor fellow connected the imaginary dots,
They told me I was kin to the devil,
Complete and pure evil,
That I sold things that killed and maimed,
So it seems for all the world’s ills I would be blamed.

I raised my voice and told them to take a seat,
That voice was advertising that fist and face may just meet,
If nature advertises then why can’t I?
For a flower looks beautiful that it may not die,
A rattlesnake rattles to give a warning that you may die,
A smell advertises the presence of a sty,
So if nature advertises to give you cues,
Surely to the thinker, these must be clues.

Advertising brings to…

I try not to cry

I heard it as I made my morning coffee
Today it was loud
My mug slipped from my hand
And shattered into a million pieces,
My legs gave way beneath me
And I slumped to the floor
I held my head in my hands
And I tried not to cry

I heard it as I drove to work
It was cruel
My eyes watered till I couldn’t see
My chest tightened till I couldn’t breathe,
My hands broke into a sweat,
My head started to a relentless pounding,
I had to stop the car
And I tried not to cry

I heard it during my meetings,
Again in the laundromat,
Then again in the pub,
And I even as I sat on the toilet,
That song you said was ours
Now causes more pain than it did pleasure
It kills me inside each time
And I try not to cry

I wish you had left me for another man
Or for another place
Or to chase a dream
Or anything else,
I know I’ll never hear your voice again
Touch your hand
I don’t understand
And I try not to cry

I don’t want to grow old

Yes, I’ve always been told
That I will one day grow old
That my mind will run slow,
And my eyes will shed their glow,
That I will count down to days ahead,
And not count up instead,
I know that with time it is unavoidable,
But that doesn’t make it more desirable.

I want to live forever young,
I want to sing every song ever sung,
I want to leap to the ground from planes,
And I want to dance outside when it rains,
I want to scale mountains,
And throw coins into ancient fountains,
I know what I’ve been told,
But I still don’t want to grow old.

I want to dance till I can dance no more,
Or drink till I can no longer rise from the floor,
I want to make so many mistakes,
Risks, chances and whatever it takes,
I want to learn from me and from others,
And bed scores of lovers,
I know what I’ve been told,
But by darn, I don’t want to grow old.