From glory to glory, the truth remains...

From glory to glory, the truth remains... (2007)
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Five years old, swinging my arms and my whole body around and around till I'm completely drunk. Attempting to walk in a straight line, only to fall on the floor dizzy and laughing till my stomach hurt. Sleeping over at cousins and grandma's as my mom got her thesis done.

Nine years old, the neighbour's kids would come over, and a whole parallel world existed in our garden. Twigs turned into swords, sand into magic dust, little boys into knights and our old tree in front, the dungeon we all feared when taken captive. These were happy and sad days, with laughs and tears over grazed knees, and broken teeth, and the icelolly van driving down the road. Mmmmm...

At twelve, the hot summers would find us diving in the neighbour's pool, jumping in the deep side, doggy paddling, back float, surfboard at the base, "Who can stay underwater the longest?", the only form of entertainment that eased the heat and calmed our emotions...

At fourteen, just beginning high school, a ball of nerves and totally out of place. Fears of lice and goitres, threatening to ruin my image, yet at the same time not wanting to party to the extreme with all the added things that go with it, just to fit in. Not here, not there, I hated Mondays and lived for weekends to be with the friends who accepted me for who I am.

At seventeen, I found myself swallowing many tots to drown the emotions and hurts I found myself in. On the outside I was cool, popular friend. At the right place, the right time with the right clothes and drink in my hand. Handsome men, popular clubs, loud, crazy, funny... But on the inside completely empty, lonely, questioning all I see around me.

At nineteen, my first taste of truth, and have never turned back. Made some major mistakes in my twenties, losing so much of me, losing so many friends, yet never losing that truth, which found me, and rebuilt alot and still builds the broken parts in me.

How I loved my childhood! But even more so how I love knowing that wherever I find myself, whatever season, whatever age, whatever storm, whatever success, I am not alone, nor is each phase unable to be used to shape me and remake me into an even more beautiful person, than I was before that season. I am changed from glory to glory and despite all that falls away in my life, the truth remains.


*This short essay was written when I took part in a group called Word Expo, basically using the weekly words to write something, I used all the words below except goitre (only because I forgot, would have still fit in this poem)
* drunk
* dungeon
* float
* goitre
* swallowing
* truth

Do you know how it feels

Do you know how it feels - Chandré De Wet -1997

I had finally found love, my love had finally found me
We were perfect together, thought we'd stay so forever
But then I had to go, Oh why did I not know
That a simple mistake, would cause a permanent heartbreak

It's all my fault, I shouldn't have been so confused
I should have kept my heart true, but my colours shone through
and what we had was lost forever...

Chorus

Do you know how it feels, to hurt the one you love
Do you know how it feels to lose the one you hurt
Do you know how it feels to love the one you lost
And if only they'd come back , if only
You'd show them you have changed, if only
And if things were back the same, if only
If only they'd come back to you

Everytime I look your way, it reminds me of the day
We had first been together, our first kiss of ever
But oh, how things have changed, I'm not the one who you embrace
I'm not your thoughts when evening starts, I'm the one who broke your heart

It's all my fault, I shouldn't have been so confused
I should have kept my heart true, but my colours shone through
and what we had was lost forever...

Chorus
Repeat Chorus
Repeat - Do you know how it feels till fade...

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behind the song: wrote this after hurting someone very important to me back in the day. I generally don't write love songs, as tend to write where I'm at and therefore it's more about God now, but friends think this lyrics and tune is good enough to become a hit :)

Birthday(29th) Invitation Poem

Long after eight..
Possibly two hours late
If you wish to put on weight
Or merely hang with your mate

(Un) Fortunately no wine...
"But Hey aren't you 29!"
This decision is not entirely mine
But Coca Cola should also be fine!?

After Singing and seeking more (at the conference.)
We might be boogying on the floor
Its Ok if you're not rhythmic to the core
Zinzi, out of 10 I bet you'd score me a four!

Or maybe a game of Mafia
Its been so long I can hear some of you cheer!
Whether we play or talk, or just having u guys near
I think the point of my poem is becoming clear

Every year, Christmas in July
There is so much symbolism to this I can tie
25 means grace intesified
A celebration of Grace, is exactly why!

So if you're there on Saturday night
10 till late, this is your invite
Depending on the numbers we may have to club together for daait :)
But lets try and make a way...If you're there I think it will be tight!

Hope you can make a plan
Ladies and Guys be a MAN!
Only this year to party in my 20's I still can
After that, my birthday parties may be banned! (YEAH RIGHT!)

So come on people, gifts not compulsory,
I love you and I hope you love me
Come celebrate and make my 29th birthday crazy!
I'm still here, I'm still blessed, There's Grace what a better reason to Party!

You BETTER BE THERE!

- Chandre (22 July 2009) inviting people to my 29th birthday on 25 July 2009