Lukey Boy

There’s such a sombre feeling, floating in the air
We look over at your desk and see an empty chair.

One minute you were here, filling the room with laughter
The next moment you have left due to an unexpected disaster.

Right now we don’t want to acknowledge the fact that you are gone
But we know that over time, it will get easier to move on.

In the time we got to know you, we developed our special bonds
In our hearts you remain forever and our memories will be fond.

Anyone who met you, instantly fell in love
We know you’re up there smiling, watching us from above.

You were such a gorgeous person with an amazingly beautiful aura
Forever it’s not Hare Ra (goodbye), but one day will be Kia Ora (hello).

Because one day we will see your face again, what a gorgeous thing to see
I know that you found your way to heaven, a faith that lives in me.

So even though it hurts right now and temporarily you won’t be around
The amount of love that’s overflowing for you is understatedly profound.

Rest In Peace Lukey Boy, Sleep sweet for now – you are in our hearts forever! xo

Written by Jeska Brewster on 7.9.2011 (c)

Until Love Finds Me

Until love I shall remain complacent
For I have a wonderful circle around me
Time alone has allowed me to reflect
Solitude has made me appreciate.

Until love I shall remain positive
For I know you are out there somewhere
Life will take me down the path I am destined
Experiences have shaped me.

Until love I shall remain appreciative
For I have so much to be thankful for
Everything occurs for a specific reason
Age has made me wiser.

Until love I shall remain patient
For true love will eventually find me
I’ve been lucky enough to dance with love previously
My spirit has remained faithful.

Written by Jeska Brewster on 22.08.2011 (c)

Only In My Dreams

I just awoke from a dream. I wish I could have recorded it to watch over and over and over. Because you were in my dream. You always appear to be – but never in my reality.

I dreamt that we were together, standing side by side. Holding hands. My favourite pastime.

Looking up at the sky, the suns rays illuminated the sky behind the bright, fluffy clouds. There were birds chirping and children laughing playfully in the background.
I looked at you, only to see that you were already staring at me with adoring eyes.
Everything in the dream seemed perfect. Like in all my dreams – we connected.

I dream about you often, more than I want to.

Now I am awake. My vision is blurry and my mouth is dry because of all the kisses I dreamt of us sharing. I can only rely on my dreams to see you again…

Written by Jeska Brewster on 19.08.2011 (c)

If Artists Are Crazy, Then I Am Crazy!

I am an artist.
Some people say that artists are strange, weird, insane.
I like that.
My thoughts can be conveyed in writing, or song.
They don't understand.
A twisted mind can be the essence to ones own sanity.
Ideas follow me.
Too many inspirational moments surround me.
Quirky equals interesting.
An artist is never afraid to push the boundaries.
Emotion is beautiful.
The others feel intimidated by our style.
Let them be envious!


Written by Jeska Brewster on 4.6.2011 (c)

IRENE

There were tears in her eyes and she apologised

A sense of shame was upon her face

Terrified of the things that happened at night

The cold concrete tonight was her place.

Begging for help and embarrassed to ask

Onlookers just sat there to stare

"Where's the near hospital?" she asked

Nobody answered or seemed to care.

A stranger suddenly reached out her arm

That stranger just happened to be me

"I'll take you where you need to go" I said

"I'll get you the help that you need."

Witnesses couldn't believe I'd do such a thing

Tears were swelling up in my eyes

This lady was a victim of circumstance

To not help her just didn't seem right.

On the way to the hospital, the lady opened her heart

I was told of the things she had been through

An abundance of emotion surged through my body

I wished there was more I could do.

"This is Irene, we met on the train"

I explained to the nurse what what was wrong

"Just take a seat and wait your turn"

I prayed she wouldn't be there too long.

For her pain to end is all I had wanted

Detox is what she requested

My heart was shattered by her sad story

Getting "cleaned up" is what I suggested.

After I had done all that I could

I went home and broke down to and cried

I feared for what happens when she left that hospital

To help her I hope that they tried.

Written by Jeska Brewster on 20.4.2011 (c)

Go Ahead And Let Her

Don't let her beauty fool you, boys. I can tell you a secret if you promise to keep quiet? That girl over there, she likes to inject venom into your heart, and let it penetrate your soul. Soon, you will become addicted and there will be no turning back. If you are a sucker for punishment, then go ahead and let her.

Her smile is so powerful it could blister the sun. Her laughter so beautiful, it could make angels cry. Her words so sweet, even sugar tastes bitter. But she will rob you of all you have. She has the power to drain you, like an ocean without water. Like a sun with no rays. Do you wish this upon yourself? Then go ahead and let her.

Be careful where you leave your heart because she will grasp it with two hands, and squeeze it tightly. The blood will drain and when there is nothing left, she will drop it on the floor. You don't believe me, you say? Go ahead and let her.

To all the men who think you will be different, that her powers will not work on you, stop being delirious. Do you not know that the power of a woman can be just as strong, if not stronger than that of a man? You cannot be invincible against her, every man she feeds off, she strengthens. If you want to be part of her experiment, then go ahead and let her.

I can provide you with an antidote that may just well allow you to survive, but silly boys won't use it properly. For they look to the exterior and never delve into reason or action. Her intent lays deep within. Beauty is in the eye of the beholder, but she has made you blind. Her insides are something you cannot see, until it's too late. If you want to get out alive, then don't let her go ahead and kill you.

Written by Jeska Brewster on 19.1.2011 (c)

Mother Nature's Call

The rain, it came tumbling down. Not gently, but fiercely.
We never expected a torrential downpour such as this.
So rapidly the dams did fill. So quickly people lost their homes.
Devastation was caused all over our humble country.
Families had to flee the place they once called home.
Panic and worry. Heartbreak and hurt. All caused by the tears from above.
Now we cry. Mother nature played her game. We were never prepared to lose.
The skies have dried but our land has not. The aftermath remains.
A cleanup begins with all hands on deck. Our community works together.
We delve deep into compassion. Differences aside to get the job done.
History began the day the skies opened and didn't close for what seemed like a lifetime.
An event such as this can only make us stronger and bring us closer.
From here we can only remain strong. We need to in order to survive.
Lives have been lost, as have years of hard work with nothing left to show.
Houses camouflage with the water, just like wearing an invisibility cloak.
The damage seems almost irreparable. Together we fall but united we must stand.


Written by Jeska Brewster on 16.1.2011 (c)

On A Rainy Day

The rain sounds beautiful and the air is the perfect amount of cold.
I lay inside, curled up on the sofa with a book in my hand. Hot chocolate here we come!

Tears roll down my face as the story I have immersed myself in, touches my heart.

Book, you have tugged at my heartstrings.

I look out the window and see droplets of water fall from the sky and create puddles on the ground. You wouldn't believe that it's summer right now.

Soft music plays in the background but I feel like closing my eyes and listening to the rain hit the roof instead. It's like the heaven has created bliss here on earth, and I get to be a part of it.

I'm not sure if you have ever noticed, but when the teardrops of the skies fall onto leaves, they glisten. There is something magical about it.

I wish I had a pair of gumboots so I could take myself back to being a child, and jump in the puddles. A childhood memory that brings a smile to my face.

Parts of me wants to jump into a ballgown and stand out in the middle of a park, twirling in cirles and letting the rain drench me. For no reason at all, but to seem a little crazy.

I am sure that if you stared at me through a window on a day like today, there would be a warm feeling inside of you for seeing how content I am.

The simple things in life satisfy me.

On a rainy day, I am inspired. The rain brings something out in me that you only get to see in weather such as this.

Written by Jeska Brewster on 6.1.2011 (c)