Handvol Sand

Met my leë emmertjie staan ek toevallig voor JOU - soos 'n klein dogtertjie wat 'n sandkasteel op 'n concrete-sement-rotsberg wil bou - en daar haal jy 'n handvol sand uit jou gatsak (so asof jy dit altyd daar gereed het) en gooi dit in die bodem van my deurgeskuurde emmertjie!

Elkeen van daai kosbare korreltjies het so pas 'n deeltjie van wat oor is van my lewe gered!

Dear God, THANK YOU!

Today you threw me a LIFE line....

I saw a hand right in front of my face or at least it looked like what I remember
a hand to look like
I could see it!
I almost grabbed it!
But was too scared it would pull away
So I kept looking at it
And the longer I looked the more
it seemed to dissappear
Until I'd blink and still find it there!!!

It is so dark out here!
In these deep salty waters
I don't even know how I've kept afloat
for three years - there is nothing here
not even a float-sel to hang on to

And now suddenly there is this hand!!

A Lifeline
How I am still alive I cannot tell you
I have been drowning for so long
I can't remember what swimming is
I have been dying for so long
I don't know what living is

And now there is a lifeline ! ? !
For me ? !

Die Weggooi Baba

Soos 'n toets resep

moer 'n klomp goed bymekaar

Mix it up

Gooi dit in 'n bakpan

en sit dit in 'n halfkoue oond

Laat dit bak vir so uur of wat

- òf totdat dit soos 'n koek lyk -

Gryp dit uit die oond
nét voor dit swart verbrand

sonder 'n vadoek
en blameer die verdomde koek

vir jòù verbrande vingers

Drùk rosyntjies ìn - sommer van bo af

met jou vingers
en tierlantyntjies:

Druk kersies ìn
langs die kante dan lyk dit soos 'n rokkie

Ek haat rosyntjies!

Eks 'n chocolate koek!

Smeer my met caramel kondensmelk!

nie fokken rosyntjies en tierlantyntjies nie!

Druk die koek op die tafel

voor die kinders in

Gee vir hulle koffie en tee

En nou
is jy verbaas hulle wil dit níé hê nie
wantdit is sleg!

(Dis fokken rosyntjies wat

jy daar ingedruk het jou...)

Moer die hele blerrie koek in die drom
- want dit het hard geword
van weke se staan -

sonder iemand se eet

En nou lyk dit te sleg
nie eers room kan dit verberg

Die voëls, swerwers, bergies,a

sblikkrappers, hongeres - hulle

sal dit eet as julle dan nie

wil nie.

Die Les

Soek 'n boek met die resep in

Kry die regte bestanddele

en volg die resep(haal die koek op die regte tyd uit die oond uit

én gebruik warmlappies.)

Versier die koek met caramel kondensmelk

of iets anders wat lekker is

EN MOENIE FLIPPEN ROSYNTJIES

IN 'N CHOCOLATE KOEK INDRUK NIE

'n Chocolate Koek is 'n chocolate koek

vir 'n rede! Dis nie 'n rosyntjie

koek nie - dis 'n chocolate koek!!

Aanvaar dit so, versier dit so,

geniet dit so... los LOS die

fokken rosyntjies vir die

vrugtekoek... (geen wonder daar's

sjerrie in nie - om die verdomde

rosyne te verberg!)

I want

I want to smile with you
and hold your hand while
we walk on the beach

I want to hold you tight
I want to hold you every night
I want to touch your hair
and give you loving long stare

I want to pinch your sexy butt
(vat aan jou mooi gat!)
I want to wink at you from
across the room
I want my heart to never stop
going boom

I want to talk to you for hours
and show you my hero powers
I want to keep you in my heart

(till death do us part)

Conversation

Long long nights
hours & hours
At every chance
At every glance
A mouthful of words
A crater full of messages

Do you also get excited
when the postman arrives?
Even if you know its just
bills?
How do you like receiving
RECEIVING an e-mail
or a text?

It keeps us alive and well
otherwise life is lonesome & hell
Its the essence of our being
It gives life meaning

conversation

Broke Back

You’r my Broke Back
You’re my lifelong love
I cannot have

You’r the only one I love
too much… to expose you to me

You’r my misery and sadness
& my anger
You’r my guardian angel
and my best friend
my only friend

You see me like no-one does
even beyond my deepest
darkest depths
You love me - or something

You’ve become my life - line
my blood transfusion
my last hope in a dark world
my sunshine in an everlasting
dark sky

The soldier who took his hat off

Keep your hat on – its bullet proof
Yes, Captain, I’m just
scratching my ear

The conversation stopped
Lost
His body fell to the ground
empty
Blood Sprays out of the bullet hole in his head
the sign
he is no longer useful
His Loss
immediate

Move on
Walk on
to the next conversation
No time to mourn - machine
You have to fight
to win the war first

Then you can think about what
you just saw