Letter of thought
Words through wine from an over flowing mind.
It’s far better to be baking good thoughts, than being unkind.
A thought costs nothing but can be expensive to share.
Beautiful if taken the right way, the wrong a nightmare.
A wine too acidic, too little, lacking complexity.
The middle road lacking extreme joy, but lacking anxiety.
I see you though life’s fog in the modern forest.
The only thing that is clear, your vertues honest.
A bright clear star on the darkest of night.
Keeping my foot steps straight, a heart so bright.
irresponsible not to talk about your beautiful soul.
The longer we are apart, the closer my battery gets to low.
Souls of your kind live on a different plain.
Live for the good of others, not out of personal gain.
I’m far more spoilt than I deserve.
My hand in yours, no part of my heart left in reserve.
© Deon Heemskerk 29-4-2012
My mind is awash with pastels, not greys.
The feel of a slight spring haze, the suns smileing rays.
Sweet words spoken softly, through a rose scented breeze.
Melt the heaviest of soul freeze.
Happiness and contentment, not sadness and dismay.
Soul sinkers hard to find, on the calmest of days.
White gum blossoms, fall like snow.
Drunk pollen bees hum, their spring thirst will grow.
These thoughts of spring days spent with you.
Will get me through my winter day gloom.
© Deon Heemskerk 28-4-2012
His ambitions lay gathering dust on a shelf.
He has lost all confidence in himself.
Fighting through the fog of a modern system.
Hangover from the lies he has been drinking.
Unable to make sence of senseless greed.
People filling their pockets with more than they need.
Degradation of society with an increasing population.
No aid for you, unless there’s resources in your nation.
For the love of people but for the hate of their ways.
He looks for a clearing, a lifestyle away from an unhealthy fray.
© Deon Heemskerk 13-4-2012
Seed of thought
Little seed of thought washed into the sea.
Little did they know that it would bring them to their knees.
Power to the unknowing.
Justice to the wielding.
One powerful little spark, and an idea now viral.
Cyclone of change its spiral uplifting.
The now calm lake, volcano lays dormant.
World now so pure, reflection worth seeing.
The ripple effect, taken effect.
The people now in charge of their destiny.
© Deon Heemskerk 5-4-2012
A foregone era, live and work hard, but a life much simpler.
Family shelter built with their own hands.
Solid, sturdy, no need for red tape plans.
Rusting dreams, left under the old tree.
Once the pride of its time, now left just to be.
Feeding off the fruits of their labour.
Good year, lean year, belly fullness depending on the weather.
Old photos tell of the hardness in their eyes.
Strength we need now, draw from those old times.
© Deon Heemskerk 5-4-2012