…when I was six…

Something happened,
when I was six.
tried as I have,
I could`nt forget,
or drive it out,
even with sticks.
I was sitting in a car,
waiting for my dad.
playing and looking,
in the rearview mirror,
when across the street,
from out of the house,
some people stormed violently,
they were beating each other,
with bare balled fists.
my eyes were glued as I sat frozen,
shocked to my core,
these images burned,
into my soul forever since.
still today,
if I witness words,
or a strong argument,
these images replay,
like in slowmotion,
scene after scene,
as if in a dream…..

Studded Butttons

`tween Venus
and the Milky way
on the softest soft
of your belly
where a diamond shines
like only
a button may
is where I want
my head to lay
to feel you breathing
your fingers
in my hair
softly teasing
the ancient chains that bind
gently easing
stroking softly healing
scars of yonder
swept away
whilst your eyes
in mine own play
laughing tender
a sweet sweet song
of love
no words
enough…

Deluge

I often wonder what God thinks,
or feels,
when the deluge of helpless souls,
approach begging and pleading,
when times of trouble on earth abound,
or what he sees,
when on the rebound,
those very same souls,
abandon him,
easily,
forgotten,
till the next time…

Loose Rambles

whirling curling twisting twirling
thoughts of love
shines down
from the heavens above
binding into rope
a string stronger
than hope
with eternal promisess glued
onto paper
that means at the end
nothing at all
even within
a ring of yellow
nothing can be caught
but heartache and pain
will always be there
as long one allow
to feel
to see
to touch
to taste
to hear
the cries in the night lonely
of a wolf at the moon
howling again and again
at the futility of it all..

Midnight Bells..

The iron bell
toll `cross the fields
`midst wondering thoughts
of new year yields…

Vir al my blogmaaikies..
voorspoedige nuwejaar..
alles wat mooi is..
Geniet dit !!
En die reën ook..

And my English friends..
are not forgotten..
Have a goody !!



`twas the week before Christmas….Sideview challenge…

…this is something I wrote before being aware of the theme…

hei… jy met die boeppens
ja jy met die rooi
kom gou gou hier
ek wil jou vertel
maar gooi eers `n dop
en los maar die ys
ek skep sommer sneeu…

hei…jy met die witbaard
ja jy met die boots
verstaan my nou mooi
luister aandagtig
ek het dinge wat pla
jy bring nooit vir my
dit wat ek vra

hei …jy met die rooineus
ja jy met die jas
na al die jare
is dit `n wonder hy pas
jy moes lankal dieët het
hy span oor jou pens
op geen manier gaan jy hom wegwens

hei…jy ou ho ho
ja jy met die klok
wat`s fout met Rudolf
hy lyk soos `n krok
of is julle lui
nog `n jaar is verby
is jy nie bly

hei …jy ou Santa
ja jy met die fanta
sit neer daai glas
gaan polish jou slee
ek gaan solank
my skoorsteen vee
en olie smeer

hei ou beesblaas
ja jy jou ou bliksem
moet asseblief nie soos laas
my present vir die buurman gee
onthou ek watch jou ek het jou adres
maak weer `n fokkop en ek leer jou `n les
so ek praat nie weer en los my motorhuis oop
op die 25 ste wil ek kan om my nuwe” Merc” loop
maak seker hy`s vol en die blonde shaffeur dra bokkerol
net haar eva`s gewaad dan`s ek nie meer kwaad en jy kan leeglê
vir nog `n jaar..

Ps……..ek weet jy koop kinderpresente by die job lot cheap
jou suinige ou donner…
J
Pss……nou kry ekke sekerlik fokkoli !!!!

Blackest Mirrors

while my heart leaks black
into puddles not congealing
no ripples even
just like a mirror flat
the chasms and cracks not healing
just bleeding still
no word no tide
just madness to hide
a mask of indifference
staying behind
cause the feeling has left
my inner self black
dark and obscure
leaking blood slowly
dripping away
like time running out
ticking away
there`s no more doubt
you`all might just as well shout
avoid him his tainted
way off the line
between shadows of night
hold on to your hearts
don`t let them out
he might just grab it
and turn out your light
fill them with dread
till when he`s through
then you`ll find that it`s dead
and black leaking
into puddles
not congealing

“I know I am mad
I`ve always been mad
like most of us are
you have to explain why you`re mad
even if you`re not mad”
….”Pink Floyd”….