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doctor, who?

the scent of senseless social suicides
hang like the bouquet of spilt beer fallen to the floor
the lost days of lost men ripples in the memory
and the good old days are no more Continue reading “doctor, who?”

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ashes ashes

 

strange shadows creeping up on me
a ruined city whimpers grim
grey clouds bear witness over me
the forecasts lied on a whim Continue reading “ashes ashes”

stil verlange is my bede

As elf-jarige kind was ek besonders lief vir die musiek van Sias Reinecke. Miskien omdat hy ‘n ‘local boy’ was, want ek het in Glenharvie/Fochville gebly en hy was in Randfontein, ‘n ‘local’ Wes-Transvaler. Continue reading “stil verlange is my bede”

nagroep

Nag roep, en wink met stille oë
sy fluister met Haar vloeiende stem
donker, is Haar diep geheime Continue reading “nagroep”

‘n jeuk in my kreatiwiteit

 

Het jy al gejeuk? Nie fisies nie maar geestelik. Iets wil iets vir jou vertel. Dit is soos om op ‘n stasie te staan en vir jou trein te wag. Continue reading “‘n jeuk in my kreatiwiteit”

die pad

‘Man is fully responsible for his nature and his choices.’ Jean-Paul Sartre

daar is ‘n pad vir elke siel
om te loop op die lewens wiel
(vir elkeen sal die wiel draai)
elke keuse is vir elke man Continue reading “die pad”

Tragic Skies

under tragic blue skies
you threw words like stones at me
you said it was my fault Continue reading “Tragic Skies”

Somewhere between us

 

I lie alone in bed at night
winter’s cold howling outside
warm in my bed I take in the ambient noise
I remember us
somewhere between us Continue reading “Somewhere between us”

Somnia

‘Time is a valuable thing
Watch it fly by as the pendulum swings
Watch it count down to the end of the day
The clock ticks life away’
Linkin Park  ‘In The End’

 

The light of dawn calls me
from the warmth of my bed
my eyes red and heavy
and my mouth tastes like death Continue reading “Somnia”

Hunky-dory

loop in my skoene
sit my bril op
alles is ‘peachy’
dis hunky-dory seisoen
dink jy
Continue reading “Hunky-dory”

Bitter Waarheid

 

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Bitter die koue en die harte
van die vergetenes en vergete

Op die kassie en in straatgeskrifte
huil die narre en doem profete Continue reading “Bitter Waarheid”

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