Took Us By The Hand - Part 3

In the background of our lives,

no matter 

               what we are doing,

no matter 

               who we are with,

no matter 

               how happy we think we are -

in the background of our lives,

we know the truth: Like a movie, it shall always continue -

never-ending.

We try to do our best

we try to move on.

Live our lives the best we can.

And somehow, we are living in LIMBO -

no longer PLANTED on the ground.

These differences

                            In who we were

and who we are now

are all consuming.

Seriously, what has changed?

If not a deeper understanding of love perhaps.

But not simply a love Bourne of flesh and blood.

Of HUMAN emotion

Just one kind beyond our simplest limits, our wildest imagination -

our basic carnal desires.

One beyond the Limits of these Earthly planes – THIS EARTHLY REALM.

And I (WE), you and I, 

                                are aware that we are 

                                                  searching 

                                                                 perhaps, 

for that loophole,

unsatisfied by decisions of past, of present.

We yearn for that which is truly ours,

                                                            for:

we know at some point, our life paths

will finally

MERGE, yet again.

Perhaps, even in death: 

We will DANCE for a long, long time

                                                    to come...

Took Us By The Hand - Part 2

VOLATILE, it's been...

To say the 

                least.

Tumultuous, like rapidly spreading

WILD FIRE

                Uncertain

                               of which direction

Uncertain

this friendship

and therein lies the ultimate truth.

The ultimate lie

and the most impossible 

                                      connection.

One forged through MANY lives before – BOUND

Tied.

OUR Contract States:

Regardless of STATUS

This link shall bind forever,

And how was I to know; 11 years ago.

With certainty that you would be here now

that I would be here now?

There was no knowing what I know now. 

What YOU know now

“Life is strange”, what do you mean? She replied

Where you are now, what you have done.

Again: How was I to know?

But my words were different.

Took Us By The Hand: PART 1

Uncertain

                if I can still do this

needing to find

                       something to say

Negative.

              Changed

                           To POSITIVE

Black and

               White,

                        To Beautiful Colour.

BLUE

PURPLE

RED

Bright

         A spark

                     of light

I saw in someone's eyes/you saw in her eyes.

For a moment a reminder,

                                         Momentary.

And then gone.

                       “Me happy most of the time”

And then there are days when I am not.

Days when I am lonely

                                  Alone

                                          Lost

And there are days when “I” am fragile.

And really, in all truth – I don't know how it is to be done.

How this should be a choice. Any choice. How can this be that?

A choice?

             Why

                   PUT

                         IN

                            THIS

                                   POSITION

To begin with?

Because aeon’s ago, someone, one of us, or ALL of us was

AFRAID

            of moving forward

and thereby losing a precious element:

FRIENDSHIP.

And so LIFE

                   Came along – took us by the hand,

and led us off,

                      like little children,

                                                  in different directions,

and that friendship was lost: Anyhow.

Oh fate,

            but you have not been so cruel.

                                                             For the friend you have returned.

How FRIEND has remained the same,

Yet, how different this FRIENDSHIP is now...

Syphoning Anguish/Twisted

Beautiful as I still see the World,

in all its wonder. The bright blue of the jaded sky,

the early morning mists that hover and cling to the grass and the trees and rolling hills.

I am so reminded of a lonely haunted misty beach, waves lapping at the shore.

Winter leaves falling from the trees, browns and blues crunching underfoot.

The smell of Jasmine in spring, and the smell of the Lavender Bush just outside my front door, even now in Winter – as I run my fingers over the little purple flowers...

And I wonder – what will come to pass.

Something strange is happening here, with me – now.

I see you eventually getting what you want.

I see me fading. Vanishing. Though there is still much beauty

to behold in this World

and in my surroundings;

I sense a delicate weakness growing inside, slowly increasing in strength.

The sun shines – I feel it's warmth, but these days are cold.

Inside, I feel cold and uncertain who I have become.

Out there – someone is syphoning my power, and I grow weaker by the day. More hollowed out as each day passes.

There are days when things feel semi normal, but just beyond that reach.

A strange feeling inside – perhaps a rawness;

plaited together with a sensation of anguish, just below the surface, which twists into self questioning.

Should I be happy?

Should I choose to be happy?

I choose;

I reach;

And it SHIFTS.

Why? Just beyond my reach – I feel the draining; ever so slightly, life force moving

            away from me, 

                                    and it is appealing, 

                                                                   ever so appealing 

and inviting me to join and just let go.

Release.

Give in.

It's hard. Every day – gets harder.

It's too much of an emotional journey

for someone as I.

Everything “REMINDS” me.

What Black and White I see, what smile on a strangers face, what hurt look in your eyes, what lyrics of that song, what memories and images in my mind.

What expression with his hands, and laughter ringing in the night, what all emotion inside me – bottled up and boiling to be released.

But I cannot.

Cannot express the Love, The Laughter, Truly the happiness which should be mine to keep.

And so; it is replaced with sadness and the will to just stop, because it all just gets TOO much.

If TRUE happiness evades me, tell me then, what is the point?

I cannot control the emotional input and I have no

floodgates installed.

PARADIGM/SHIFTED

I am frustrated at not being able to

express.

Adequately.

And much. At once. Too much.

All for you.

And None for YOU.

Why must there always be a single sided paradigm, when in reality,

MY reality – it has shifted.

Why cannot love be held for two?

Why would it not be understood?

When I understand it perfectly.

I have more than sufficient.

But a coldness creeps up to greet me.

A “blackness” all too familiar.

The Black door, Yet again.

And I find myself aloof, Unfeeling.

If you cannot accept – I SHOULD CARE?

Any which way you choose.

But I will give up, hand over

NOTHING.

Adaptation is the key word here.

And at once.

NOT a moment later.

Death of Each Other

A little laughter,

I beg of you.

Is it too late now?

I don't believe it is.

We have all the time in the world.

It means so much.

So very very much.

YOU do.

I have no regrets.

Even if you don't laugh, and I can't make you -

At least there will be a little joy. In whatever pleasure.

Sensually, or perhaps just in your imagination.

Maybe just casually. Simply...

There are no errors, no mistakes.

But fear.

Therefore: do not fear. No space/No time for this.

We have become entangled like an intricately woven knot.

Cool

       Hot

             Ice

                  Melting

Shards

          Glass

                  Bleeding

                               Heart

Wounded.

Forever.

              At your mercy. 

                                      We'd be the death of each other.

Perhaps because we are each other.

Spontaneous.

                     Ravage.

                                 Destroy.

                                              Pleasure.

ME.

Where my place is/Not ANYWHERE.

What do you desire? Silence.

Noise.

Passion? Perhaps from a lover? (ex) /or perhaps no longer so (ex)

Perhaps you wish for a vacuum...At least from me.

Say the word, and it shall be done.

Perhaps I have intruded. Perhaps it was never my place, but still I feel wrong.

I feel wrong in having made this statement.

I feel right. Right at home. Right here.

In this place that we have created.

What has happened? What has transpired?

What has taken place?

Nothing.

For once, I have inadequate words to describe.

To give you (the reader) sufficient visual information on how I feel.

And so I doubt myself.

                                   As I often do,

Self loathing, it so becomes me.

                                          I need to remember my place.

Friend.

           Never challenge more.

For there is a most delicate of balances here,

at work – sublimely. 

                               Silken.

                                         Easily penetrated.

Easily destroyed.

And my terror lies in this destruction,

in the dissolving of this tender touch.

To never see your face again.

That would be the death of me.

                                              Of my soul.

To never hear your voice again...

and so, I don't know 

where my place is.

 

It is neither here nor there.

Perhaps it is not ANYWHERE.

New Found

If I were a god,

which I am not,

but if I were, these are the ways in which I would use my powers:

If you were to cause me pain: I would bless you with countless days of bliss.

If you were to hurt me emotionally: I would bless you with endless happiness.

My wish for you is that no matter your anger, your hatred, your depression, your negative feelings toward me, that you may be blessed, with nothing but love, humility, peace, positivity.

I want you healed, vibrant and alive. Complete in you. Complete in who you are.

It kills me to see your sad, lonely – alone. It kills me to know that you are lost and torn and uncertain. It so reminds me of me, of us. Of the fact that we seem to be “one” - so similar.

So very, very much the same.

Experience of past has drawn us to the present.

And experience of the present has returned us to the past.

I am haunted, I am torn. I have questions that I dare not ask, for I am afraid of getting nothing.

No answers, a void. A nothing.

Can you remember how? Can you remember when?

You are so the same. You have not changed.

Not one way or the other. So familiar, that I am scared. Not of you.

I keep seeing a different vision of what you looked like then. Fusing the two together.

I am so incredibly comfortable in your presence. Like I saw you yesterday.

Like you have always been here.

No need to be pretentious. No need to be someone else.

But having you here, having you near, has made me wonder and remember another.

And what would it be like if we still had him here. Who knew, right?

But fire burns, burns us clean. Burns all feeling away, erased.

Even through different planes.

Just know, whatever – you are relevant. Meaningful.

Wise.

At least to me. You are my New Found!

Dear Johnny

Dear Johnny,

Rejection is not something that I handle well -

So rather than risk the possibility -

I just don't allow myself to be put in the situation at all.

If you held my hand – that was fine -

but I was always afraid to take yours.

Every day when your face goes through my mind a million and one times,

I find myself going a little more mad (we all know I'm already mad)

A little more crazy – as I try to make sense of what's happening to me –

what I’m doing, and what I’ve

ALREADY DONE.

I regret nothing, except for my bitterness, my anger towards you. The stupid arguments we had, and the nasty things I said about you.

You know, just as much as I do – that I never meant any of those things that I said about you or “us”.

And I so deeply wish time and time again that you had accepted my apology – imagine how different things would be between us now.

But then again, maybe in a strange way, it's a good thing, because if it hadn't been for our “fall-out”,

then I would probably not have brought myself around to doing this.

Usually when I deal with people in life, I am straight forward, and I tell them exactly what I think (that they should go to hell) – but when I write something like this –

when I take the time to do this – you have to realize that it means something more than just a few words on a piece of paper.

So what more can I say except:

I’m sorry for the person I was -

and the things I said and did.

I’m sorry for being so cold – so unfeeling, if I had given myself a split second to think twice about it – I know I would have been different.

I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m sorry.

But after a lot of soul searching – now I know the answer.

And with what I’m about to say,

I’m opening myself up –

allowing myself to be vulnerable in a certain sense,

but there's only one person who can take advantage -

let the choice be theirs!

I was trying to do something:

I was trying to cure someone else's pain,

I was trying to erase someone else's memories -

but no matter how much I tried – I couldn't.

Nothing within myself was good enough.

I felt that I couldn't measure up to my usual standards of helping others -

I COULDN'T HELP YOU!! I let you down.

When you spoke to me about memories from the past – things about your past relationships, things that I know hurt you, I wanted to soothe you,

try to make you feel better – but I couldn't.

I could only sit there, listening to you, and watching you,

feeling your pain,

your anger – and I just felt there was nothing that I could do.

How would you have reacted, then, if I had gotten up and given you a hug, or taken your hand to hold?

To my imagination, you more than likely would have rejected me, told me to get lost -

        and that was not a risk that I could take.

So, of all the strange things that I had to do, this was yet the strangest:

I faced you – and when I did so -

I felt as though I faced myself.

I saw you, and all your anger and all your pain -

and I saw the way that you openly expressed yourself

and at the same time,

as I watched you – I watched myself.

The only difference was that I could never show my true feelings that way -

what pain I keep, is kept inside.

You wondered why I never smiled,

why I was always unhappy.

Well, after a while I had to ask myself these questions:

Why when I’m around you do I feel so inadequate?

Why did I feel that I wasn't good enough?

You were so quick to judge me – that you never gave me a chance to show you who I was beneath the bitch.

You know, I would have in time. You just never gave me the chance.

You had to listen to what everyone else said about me first.

I guess that made me angry.

No – not angry, it made me think if that was what you expected – well that's what I’d give you.

I know it wasn't right.

So allow me to go back to the questions.

Why did I never smile?

Why was I so unhappy?

Because I felt so inadequate?

Because I felt I was NOT GOOD ENOUGH?

WHY?

I kept asking myself these questions.

And so, my conclusion is that only YOU have the answers.

So – in the end, what you do with this letter is your choice –

all I ask is that you read it and consider!

If you change your mind – leave a message with Matthew (Berry) –

or call me on this no: 011 613 6303.

Love Georgia.

* Do you know what the funny thing is? I still want to take away your pain. 

Note: This was a letter I wrote to Johnny Leonard Du Preez sometime during the week of 06 Jan 1997 and 12 Jan 1997. I am not 100% certain that I sent it, but I do have a memory of sending him some sort of a letter. Perhaps it was this one. 

Perhaps not. Either way, he'll get it now...

More Than...

A deeper understanding,

Slowly becomes me.

Not fast enough.

Several things I am learning about who you really are.

Love, and feeling for others – perhaps not a trait that

you covet so easily.

No emotion, perhaps just external needs.

A Shallow pool of want & lust.

Like a hollow chocolate egg.

Delicious on the outside,

but with nothing on the inside.

Empty.

Yet, you're so filled with yourself!

You love who you are, the most important!

Bet your mirror loves you back!

Who are you to laugh at others?

But I so feel for you, wish more for you still,

feel a certain sadness that you are not MORE.

More than just a mere shadow.

More than just a barren empty land.

More than just a mirror – a lonely sad reflection.

More than you were even then.

I wish you to be fulfilled, sustained, satisfied.

I wish you to be COMPLETE.

You may think your life so – but from a Watchers point of view...