Oh I remeber the night
we lay entwined , lost to space and time
we held each other
naked ,
lips locked ,
hands moving,
reaching ,
learning
 I sank into your soul through your eyes
I searched your inner being for your wants and needs
I had no fear of what I saw ,
I blissfully floated for hours in the depths of your being
caressing your soft amd gentle heart
I will hold you forever , protect you
My armour will be battered
as I shield you from life
we are now one
symbiotic
I will envelop you
and shield you from harm
we are now one

You are gift given to me
wrapped in the heavens and stars
an angel who spreads her wings
and reveals a heart as bright and warm as the sun

I bask in your beauty
and lie numb as I soak in the blinding rays of your heart
they penetrate deep into my being , my soul
bringing light to the darkness
bringing purpose
Your light embraces the vastness of my being , bringing warmth and comfort
I have never known before.
I stumbled in darkness for a life time ,
the joy I feel now as the night recedes ,
oh I bless the the day we met
and curse the minutes and hours we apart.

Oh how I rejoice
that I met you.
 Love and life
Return.

Silence drapes the day
as the African sun beats down
While the birds sing and flutter from branch to branch,
sweet mother nature's melodies carried on the breeze.

Blue skies filled with dreams , not a pillow of cloud in sight.
So here I sit and fill my soul
reminiscing of conversations from our time spent together
words turn in my mind , painting portraits
willfull wishes , hopes and aspirations.
Angels Wings , You my Beauty
Oh how I feel blessed

So here we are another Friday night amd the routine will probably play out the same way it always has ..

I find myself lazing on the couch staring at some 90's television show waiting for my wingman to arrive..

I always get aggravated around this time , he is always late, but in the back of my mind , I know that he is in the red rocket hurtling toward Uitenhage , dodging buck and tortoises  with Addo in his rear view mirror..

The minutes tick by slowly as I wait in anticipation for his arrival , I am sure I will start pacing soon amd stealing peeks out the window at every sound in hopes it is him..

It's Friday night amd ***** going to get real , honestly it's the way we always thought it would but living in a small industrial town like Uitenhage doing anything felt like a huge party at the best of times

Finally I hear the sound of car making an abrupt halt  and park under the  tree , just infront of my folks home.
 Car door swings open and out climbs the dude i been waiting for .. Clad in the usual garb, flannel shirt , blue jeans and the complimentary steel capped boots, unkpet shoulder length hair and stubble that would make the hairiest bear in the forest jealous..

"Hey G" he pronounces " sorry I am late man, but had to catch up on some X-Files, before hitting the street"...

"**** Dude you always late" is the best I could come up with . "Let's rock n roll man , I wanna get  outta this joint and light up the night".. So after our front yard banter we both Hopped into the Red Rocket and headed off down the road still not entirely sure where we were off too but the night was still young and we had alot to get through

Friday night in 1995
Waiting for the Red Rocket to Pull in
Drop in with speed
land underneath the tree
Then this night is gonna get started

In a zip and whizz
the eagle has landed
Hop into the front seat

Rolling Joints as we go
First stop
The Milner street pad

who will be there ?

four hip and high cats
puffing on snipes
with guitars on the floor
and doodles on the wall

this is a far out spot
where we will wonder and ponder the existence of small town life
pass around blunts
and talk some more..
minutes flow like a psychedelic waterfall
with intertwining colours churning into everlasting hours
Memories made that I carry to this day

There will be no talk of sport or the last fight
cause over here we dont roll with testosterone
But with hungry minds
Cassettes play the tunes of the hour
Heavy riffs and indie trips
have carried these few youths away
once again we broken free from this small town living
become larger than life in this tiny room
were the social outcasts come to play...

I met that Bo on the way to Bangor Last Spring
He was a man blown outta glass
Just released from the Big House
Most said that he was a Bindlestiff
But there aint no truth In that

He looked at me and called me an Angelina
Just another inexperienced kid
Who wanted to hit the rail and travel
He sat me down by the  fire and told me about
Bad roads and accommodation cars
and how to flip and evade the Bulls
also how to spot the easy marks

Bindlestiks and California Blankets
We sat eating bullets and gumps
Smoking snipes into the night.
With the moon as our cover
Safe in the Jungle
No buzzards around that night

The following day we would be padding the hoof along the main drag
Looking for a train to grab on the fly
and see were destiny would  take us