Van Lesbeen tot Skeef!

Ek mis dai dae... die keer toe jy my gemoer het in jou kamer
Na jou wyntoer! Want ekt blykbaar vir jou gelag...

Ek mis die aand ‘n paar jaar later toe jy my op die koshuis bed neergemoer
En gegryp het!

Ek mis ons fok ops op julle bunkerbeds se onderste bed terwyl sy weg
Was!

Ek mis jou steak maak en macho geit!

Ek mis jou beheer en my patetiese dependency op jou!

Ek mis jou geskrewe.... koffie gedig oor my!

Ek mis jou lepellê met H in die kamer op die ander bed!

Ek mis ons aande saam....
Met koffies laat nag en net die potential....

Ek mis jou squash games..... moer die balle stukkend......!!!
Ek was goed maar jy was beter – so unfair!

Waar het dit als heen gegaan?
Waar is ons outings onder die maan?
Ons het nooit eers gaan stap in die laan!
En nou het jy besluit jy kan nie daarvoor staan!

U & I

Sun, 15 Jan 2006
So, I have been enquiring into: me being someone who writes instead of speaks....
And I really see it EVERYWHERE in my life. Interesting, sad and upsetting!
So I WROTE about it: (it's still in draft form!)

U & I

I cannot face yoU
So I WRITE you

I cannot speak to you
So I really listen well

I cannot open my mouth
So I encourage you to sing your song

I cannot touch you
(So I let you touch me)
So I just look from the outside

I cannot get/come close to you
(cos then you'll see! / I'll be found out!)
So I am always far enough to JUST be close enough!

I cannot be with you
So I draw you
write you down
So I remove you from me in my drawing of you

I cannot love you
So I pretend to like you!

I cannot hide you
So I (pretend) that I am proud of you
So I show you off! (pretend to be confident)

I cannot have you
So I throw you away (constantly)

I cannot be you
I am not you
(I do not want to be you)
I am you
I am not
I am
U
I

I just wanted to share that... for no reason I can think of or any reason that you prefer!

On the theme of love

On the theme of love
Creating a new world
of everlasting love, unity
& commitment the
possibilities of boundless
trust & everexpanding
being...

For Sally

Tonight I watched Mr Steve Irwin
get a good old poisonous BITE!
from an African Tree !! In the
heart of the Namib
'What a B E A U T Y!!'
His hand was swollen...

And then in some sense I said
good bye to a gold old mate of mine!
But for a new path for her, devine!!
(remember not de-wine!!!...)

Anyway, for just over a year
we made an awesome team
And became real good friends
- able to finish each other's sentences -

"ALL GOOD!" Yeppa, onderbroekie
its time to pack up your
klein woelerige varkie & head off
to the big C.

Not too many words, cos they aint
really your style - rather a bit
of laughter, few crocodile lips
knawing on Ready-Brek followed by
an ass faced right up
into moneybag's beeehind
And egghead
Now this last bit is really
going down like vinega

I tried, anyhow
Please keep your staple weapons in tact...

Nameless

I’m at home everyday
And can’t go out and play
Light is a foreign concept to me
I am fascinated at every glimpse of it I see
I don’t know that it is dark in our house
For me that’s just how life is
But I look out the window every chance I get!
It is beautiful out there
I don’t know what it is
What I look at
when I look out there but I just can’t seem to get enough of it
I wish I could go out there
Or maybe not,
Maybe my dreams and imagination of what it is like would be completely
Shattered if I step out there!
I put stuff in my mouth all the time
Lick the floor
And my hands
It’s really tasty – I wish I could bite of chunks of this
But when I ate the pink and green sponge that lady said its bad for me
And made me promise not to eat it – mum allows it?!
Who do I believe?
I think I’ll just eat less of it or maybe I’ll try some paper next time
She just put on the light – that amazing thing in the roof that looks like outside?
Mum’s gonna go crazy!!
I’m not allowed to do that – but I love to look at it, it is so beautiful
I just washed my hands
And boy I love the water that flows like that
I love how it feels on my hands and between my fingers – amazing
I want more more more
It is so free flowing I want more
My hands were just as black with dirt as my feet still are
My feet would love to feel the soft flowing water through my toes too..
They would love to see the outside world again from under that black dirty layer that hides their real beauty and abilities!!

Vir my Pa se 51

Oor die hobbel van half 'n eeu
Om die hoek van probeer en soek
Op en af deur die lewens-
pas van berge klip en velde gras
Links en regs verby van allerhande kry
Aangestap met sole van
rubber, vleis en bas
Hande gevat oor die grond én teerpad
Oorgeslaan na nog 'n dag, week, maand, jaar
Die lewe VOL in die gesisg gestaar
En vooruitsig na wat die toekoms sal baar
Geluk, vreugde, blydskap, vrede en liefde
alreeds wagtend daar!

Hi Matie

Toe sê ek gou hallo
aan 'n ou ou vrind van my
in 'n verre verre land
maar 'n naby nabye kamer
van my hart.

Sy't vi my 'n gedig gestuur
Só gaan dit:
From: Mel (05 Jul 04, 23:03)
-WINTER-
Deur
A.G. Visser

"Fok, maar dis
koud...!!"


Toe bel ek maar....
net om seker te maak
want hier is Wimbledon net gister klaar
en Portugal het die Euro verloor teen
Griekeland (...is al die huisies wit en sing ♫)

En ons het 'onthou-jy-nogs' gedeel
van Casper de Vries en 'n 'naamgenoont'
want ons maatije is

Net 'n paar oomblike met hallo's, koebaais
giggels en stiltes
maar genoeg om vriendskapbande dieper
te smee

So loop ons eintlik saam, al op ons eie weë
Lief jou matie!!