Namibian Amateur Poetry Blog

viktor frankl

kautondokua — Fri, 17 Feb 2012 04:51:10 +0000

Each man is questioned by life; and he can only answer to life by answering for his own life; to life he can only respond by being responsible.
Viktor E. Frankl

memories lives on

kautondokua — Tue, 07 Feb 2012 18:29:18 +0000

the rain comes pouring down time
as waves of thunder comes to shore
with moment past, history comes to play
fever of fear come rising above
is history that raise mens fears
each drop is a moment gone by
in the darkest flames, memories live on

how to live in the world with no hope
wen gravity of life pulls you down
how to keep going on falling rain
if shadows where falling without knowing
when the world promised simplicity
in the darkest hour feel the purest heart
the rain washes away the darkest moments
when it feels like thunder, memories lives on

its a feel, not the way

kautondokua — Mon, 06 Feb 2012 16:14:54 +0000

its a feel
not the way

but it say
anyway
its a drum
it was fun
take the life
for the five
in a shadow
lives a medow
who to follow
stand for tomorrow

for the taking
life is faking
its all about dreaming
less with the thinking

its a feel
not the way

heaven gates closing on me

kautondokua — Sat, 21 Jan 2012 05:01:59 +0000

do heaven cry as much as earth
any one to see each tear
does heaven live in fear
if i can see heaven for one second
will give a thousand years of living
will pray a million prayers
will give the last breath
to spend a second of heaven with you

will st.peters open the gates of heaven
is it the same, will you see me for a second
or is heaven an illusion of broken men
or will heaven fade from the look of my tears
is it to late, heavens doors closing down on me
will give up a chance of millions life
for a second of heaven with you

when smiles close, the last ghost leaving
last tear in heaven, end of all fear
can i sing one more tune in heaven
any song to forgive any promise i dreamed
feel heaven gates closing on me
even if its a second, or millions of heavens
this worlds means as much as just a second in heaven

if this the last poem

kautondokua — Sat, 21 Jan 2012 04:53:17 +0000

the beggining of lost

started a story of the end

in the dream of memories

hardship of lost feels alone

everything lost and forgottan

how easy for death to invite the living

the last thing lost

the last ride we take of life

i was dreaming the tears

in my heart it was death

how I long for the end

i miss the start to the truth

one more time for this child

one last ride to invite death

if this was the last poem