Poetry in Autumn

We have been bruised, battered and discarded by those who were to love and care for us They threw us out on the street and left us for dead  They sold us like Judas sold the Christ for a shekel. We died we died in bitterness and depth of sorrow, of illnesses no one could diagnose. Heavy was the load in our hearts as we cried, mourned and wailed. But no one cared, no one dared to take a stand for truth and justice. For man was out for selfish gain and profit, deceit and vain pride was the price Our children were orphaned, despised and tossed asunder We mourned and sighed and gave our last breath For life we signed, gave in and died. We sighed and surrendered to unconditional Love and Acceptance of all that is. And what it is...A catalyst, a necessary phase in the evolution of our spirits. For that we thank you,  We have learnt to understand that we are not yours and neither are you ours. But borrowed we were to each other only for a time and half we

 They know they are not like us, they don't want to be like us.  They see us foolish and silly, how they despise us.  They see us for what we are and not who we are. What we are, to them is a means to an end. An end which they never attain yet, and yes, they continue to no end. And they will suck the life force out of us if will let them.  If we will let them they will suck us dry. They will suck and not stop until they have removed our very soul out of us. Our very lives, our very soul is what they seek. They walk around but we know they prowl, their smiles are wiles. They woe and charm and disarm us with their charismatic smiles. They work hard to convince us that they are one of our own, Whilst knowing very well that they are not human. They may look and eat and sleep and walk and talk like us, But they are not our own. Our own have hearts within our heart of hearts. Our own have a heart to feel and heal the motion of life. Our own a

I've gone far and beyond with  my imagination I've traveled through time and space I recall excess moments of joy and liberation Even if you tried you wouldn't trace I've walked and seen great sorrow and indignation And yet I've been blessed with grace A wondrous journey of love peace and  positive imagination Oh what an awe inspiring embrace I've not only walked, I've danced on water without deviation I've twirled and swirled and it felt safe And the wind has carried me away in intimation And secured me in many ways I've seen the sun and the moon as part of my destination And there I saw His face He was happy to see me in my navigation Don't be a stranger, He says Phemelo Motona

    What is this that I feel in the depths of my chest charging all the way up to my throat? It has a familiar feeling to it, like de ja vu  I remember you, I've seen, smelt and felt you before,... long time ago There was just something about you that sparked grief in my soul So I did all I knew to do at the time, I hit the road... I ran away and ever since I've been on the run And today here we are again Eye to eye in the lonely dark corner of my dilapidated house With no glass on the windows,everything worn and torn down This old abandoned house of mine with no inhabitants Grass overgrown and garden turned forest in my yard of hearts And yet... here you are again This must be the inevitable fear I must embrace I have ran in every way imaginable and yet you've kept the pace I have tried with all my might to outrun you and yet I remain dismayed You just keep finding me. So,... here you are again Now that I have no where el

Dear Self, This letter has been long over due I would like to start by saying I am sorry... For ignoring you for as long as I've had you, For not taking the time to really know and understand you, For not taking the time to listen and empathize with you For never taking the time to consider how you feel about the way I have been treating you For not making you a priority For judging, condemning, punishing and dismissing you, For rebuking you every time you voiced your opinion and teaching you that you don't matter For bullying you into compliance even when you cried and screamed no! For pushing you into action even when you didn't have the strength to keep going For not tending to you when you were sick and  not nurturing you when you needed me For not protecting you, instead v iolating, wounding and bruising you at the core For leaving you in the care of others when I should have been the one taking care of you For leaving you to fend for yourself w

Who am I? I am a human being not human doing I am that I am... I just am Who am I? I am Life, Love and Light In pure passion, fire and zeal do I delight I am Sound Wisdom, Knowledge and Judgement It's all in and around me for attainment I am kindness, respect, forgiveness, acceptance and motivation My true self is she who needs my full attention I am  Creator within the creature, beauty and nature Forever this mystery of life will I treasure I am time, space and the epitome of evolution A visionary and pioneering spirit of revolution Who am I? I am a human being not human doing I am that I am... I just am Phemelo Motona

The greatest battle I ever won, was the one I lost The most beautiful thing I ever experienced was the one I thought was the worst Lesson from the phoenix says through death comes rebirth For through the ashes there always arises something greater and purged I guess this means in order to live we must die And in order to stay grounded we must learn how to fly To love others we must first learn to love ourselves And forgive ourselves for ever embracing life as empty shells Sometimes to eventually say yes, we may say many nos This is how we define ourselves and our life's goals Many travel the world in search of what's outside themselves   Yeah, sometimes we go astray in order to find ourselves Being in control means letting go Sometimes we need to give up in order to keep going What is it that I seek? What is it that I need and desire? Is it the same thing I see? Is it the same thing that kindles my fire? This is the one thing

  I close my eyes and drift away Far away to other planes with no delay there is no one else there where there is neither night nor day Only He who has made me, He who is called Ancient of days He is a golden sheet of light and He wraps me He twirls me into a dance and tickles my very soul as we greet I am so wrapped by the sheet, I am one with Him I am the Sheet I crack up in laughter as a float around in space Shimmering stars covering the sheet splitter like sun rays my heart wells up with gladness, I marvel at this place I am  one with happiness, peace, warmth, comfort,  protection, most of all, His warm embrace The sheet becomes a liquid pouring from above I become a vessel and it fills me up with love I turn gold as I become filled, I become lighter and I feel more alive I'm still dancing and twirling, I'm being filled to the brim and the overflowing The liquid becomes an ocean, I'm filled with warm sensations and a kno

When the prison bars open....will free men remain or set to sail? Will they  remain eternal prisoners and keep their own dellusions sustained? Or will they leap and take a step towards freedom's domain? Will they sit and bask in the bounty of self-disdain?  I dare try to break free from deceit For within this walls is not life, but death and destruction I dare try to open my eyes and see... I feel, I bleed...yet I remain intrigued... How that these bars are the self-made and maintained... by fear of pain the firm walls remain. Yet I dare take a step towards freedom's domain I leap and reach out again and again Sometimes I feel the walls are closing in caging my chest with pain Yet this longing and hope for freedom remains  The prison walls are painted with doubt and disbelief replete with a foul smell of  deceit and disease All the while its even hard to breathe  Even when I close my eyes and sleep Haunted by the same visions

Her names are Strength, Fortress, Shield, Tower of Protection, Noble woman. She is an indigo child, twice exceptional with the strength of an 8th bull. She is an inspiration, joy, encouragement and motivator. She draws her strength and wisdom from within the deep wells of her heart. She's the spirit of fire, she burns the wood and the dust and leaves the gold to shine. She is the spirit of authenticity. She is the light on a hill, a smile that can heal. She is a power house and a presence that all can feel. Her laughter is like a roar and so is her strength. She is a mystery and yet her books remain open for all to see. Her names are Strength, Fortress, Shield, Tower of Protection, Noble woman. She is an indigo child, twice exceptional with the strength of an 8th bull. Phemelo Motona

The older I get, the more I realize, that deep within my heart of hearts, a child plays, sings, dances, laughs, cries and fuses. Deep within me is a longing, To greet good morning my inner-child in a warm embrace.Say hello in a reassuring way. It's a brand new day, there's no need to fear I'm here for you today. My child loves to run around and shout about, She loves to hug and kiss. She's curious and quite cute. The older I get, the more I realize, That deep within us all is a daily longing to connect to that child-like purity, The lightness of energy, the freedom from life's loads, The optimism to wipe your tears and turn on a smile all in one go. Where it all goes no one knows. I suppose it all fades as we all grow old. I suppose it's when we begin to think we've now become bold, Not realizing we may have also become cold, To attain the world our very souls we may have sold. Now we don't understand the c

Born of fire, Splinters, wood stock on an autumn full moon. Blow wind blow, blow away yesterday's leaves Bring forth along with gushing wind A fresh new revelation a fresh new dream. The setting sun is filled with promise, As the end of the day draws near. Burning fire wood, I'm savoring the sweet smell of smoke The days of darkness have gone past and a new light approaches Peace and stillness approaches. As the autumn full moon Gives birth to new vision, new passion, new zeal for life, Blow wind blow, blow away yesterday's leaves. There deep within their caves and cages, captive men look for a new day the day of fire, wood stocks and splinters. A beautiful road lies ahead, New hope, show us new ropes. A queen is born today, new things have come my way She's a gift and a blessing, a revolutionary She springs forth from the fire. Burn fire burn Phemelo Motona