I woke up in the back of a car filled with twilight
a forgotten song played pleasantly on the radio
and the mild moment under the quiet trees
stirred in me the knowledge of the enticing present
I lay there whole and happy
awaiting my family's return
Dec 13, 2021
Dec 13, 2021 at 4:17 AM UTC
I roll my boulder up the hill
Heavy, rough and menacing
I push it slowly, it makes me ill
Eventually, it will roll down again
My feet are raw and my hands numb
It knows I will succumb
To the force that bears down
Yearning for the bottom
When I start like before
The burden is heavier again
So I sing a song too loud
To drown the crushing, crushing sound
Aug 16, 2021
Aug 16, 2021 at 4:46 AM UTC
I yearn to be the man in me who celebrates the success of others, to experience true joy in their contribution
The man who loves his fellow man from a place of compassion and delight
To see them strive in their metier and find one of the many callings that life has to offer
Despite myself, despite my insecurities and my jealous tendencies, I wish to see the best in you
When one finds the strength to want the best for your enemy, your nemesis, your foe
You seek a life of gratitude, love and a content spirit - the potential in all of us
Jun 18, 2021
Jun 18, 2021 at 6:46 AM UTC
Vind jou vrede
Verder as die skerm Woede
'n Skelm van tyd en rus
Voor jy kyk het jy die lewe gemis
Vind jou vrede in die bed
Jou kooi se drome
In winter en somer some
Dit is waar jy tyd vashou in jou hand
Vind jou vrede in wat is
'n Lewe in 'n dop bewus
Een wat kyk en ervaar
Een wat jy moet bewaar
Vind jou vrede in die hede
Soos toekoms uit die verlede
Uit pyn en leed
Kom daar verlossing steeds
Aug 30, 2020
Aug 30, 2020 at 11:32 AM UTC
Die grys winter gras
Kruip stadig in die groen in
Soos my lewe saam jou
Is daar geen versoening
Ek **** die ***** Koue
Hart van ys, las van die dood
So voel my binneste soms
'n Hart van lood
Tog loer die warm bal son
Skrefies deur blou spookasem
Die warmte sal weer kom
'n Vuur in 'n reënboog lugballon
Apr 8, 2020
Apr 8, 2020 at 1:56 AM UTC
Langwater slaap
langwater duister
ons het verslaap
tot moeder kom fluister
Vind ek myself
tot ek weer soek
die liefde gelees
in die lewe se boek
Seesand getrou
seesand ontbreek
die baai van my jeug
waar dorings nog steek
Ek is nog kind
die eerste geboorte
en so verbonde
is ek nie verstote
En so ver soos dit voel
kan ek nog luister
langwater slaap
langwater duister
Jan 17, 2020
Jan 17, 2020 at 2:36 AM UTC
The Dark hounds of a broken night
They run, and scratch, and bite
Relentless and ruthless fear
Of the haunted past come near
Beckoned after the battle lost
Sly as the cat, torment the cost
Why do you come?
I ask in vain
When do you leave?
Remaining naive
When I lie, I write to him
The Old man of hope left to a dream
The promise of a life lived to the end
But on which day do I then depend?
I cannot know and so I must pass
From this day and night to an unwritten last
Oct 20, 2019
Oct 20, 2019 at 7:20 AM UTC
Bo op 'n berg
Met my bobbejaan gedagtes wat terg
Die eggo van my mania skree terug
Wat soek jy hier?
Ek drink uit die rivier
Ek sink my oë in die rooi son
Ek **** alweer
Die donker wolke
Die reën wat kom
Ek laat my gedagtes so dans
Plek tot plek
Gras van Kees
En mens en vlees
Sny deur my
Woede en naaktheid
Die lag van 'n sekere malheid
En die sagtheid van jou moeder ken
En dan meer bring ek twee
Van my na die tafel in 'n oop gesprek
Met my leemtes en my onbeheerbare
Soeke na wat ek herken binne my donker gate
Ek dwaal verlate
In riviere van die samelewing
Die masjien wat liggies trap op ligte wat skyn en verdwyn
In die strate van spoed en bloed
Die woorde uit die bek van die dier
Die ongetemde kwaad van primate
Wat stoei met homself en sy produk en sy bestaan en sy wêreld en sy alles
Tot hy verval en wegkwyn
Verdwyn agter 'n swart gordyn bedoel vir die son en sterre
Waarheid en verlossing
Waar vind ek die antwoord vir alles?
Sep 18, 2019
Sep 18, 2019 at 5:40 PM UTC
I wish to impart my mind on a page
When I observe the stars and the sea
Then think I of the world as a cage
And dream I to live boundlessly
Free of convictions to which I sang along
Untethered from the maternal cord
Shed I this skin, what was right is now wrong
No need to preach anymore of the Lord
Sundays are for my heathen's slumber
The world, undiscovered possibility
Books will I read, absent of number
And live as Observer with no eternity
Jan 23, 2019
Jan 23, 2019 at 1:41 AM UTC
On a canvas filled with the lucid brush of the bright current stream
Fragmented strokes of faint nostalgia paint over the entropy of memories
Sometimes with the laughter of my childhood
To remember why I loved and who I lost
And tax my once innocent slate with the dark etches of growing up
Yet, in splatters of colour and black dye
I find the pleasure of reason and life
And a pallet with still so much to bleed
Jan 14, 2019
Jan 14, 2019 at 5:50 PM UTC