She lay there, silently, in the stillness of her bathtub.
Slightly smiling as her in-sides heat up
While the water wraps it self tightly around her body.


She lay there, silently, in the stillness of her bathtub.
Deeply inhaling the oasis of tranquility, then
Slowly exhaling into complete serenity.


She lay there, silently, in the stillness of her bathtub.
and with one last sigh, she softly says goodbye.
Then suddenly
She sinks into suicide.

Tip toeing through twisted trails,
Suddenly slipping,
Spiriling slowly
Towards terror,
Feeling flustered from fear
Adrenaline awakes
and all
Emotions escape.
Instintly, igniting instincts
But blackouts being
Bringing
Disturbingly dark dreams
To the table.

Taking turns to
Relentlessly rip reality,
Rapidly reproducing
Unwanted unknowns - until
Eventually,
Everything explodes!

I used to walk proud and tall

I used to stand for something

But now all I do is fall

To where there is nothing
Finding myself in a constant crawl,
Only feeling lifes sting
I prepare for deaths call.
But still there's no ring,

Nothing at all...

Motivation is breaking
As every gear up, ends in a stall
Every part of me aching
As I hit my brick wall

I'm searching for an awakining.

Please help me recall!

Because I can't keep faking -
My Life is taking a fall.

Her daisy soul blossoms open to the smell of the fresh dawn,
her white silky petals begin to streach out in all directions as she begins her day.
Wide eyed and awake
she reveals her bright yellow center
filled with sweet pollen.

Spending her days ******* in the sun,
She allows the energy to rhythmically vibrate all around her
and as the wind tries to blow her down,
She sways in its way.
Creating soft breezes out of  howling waves.
While
standing tall on her delicate thin steam,
she proudly parades with the living.
Happily accepting her place on earth,
she digs her roots deep within.
Allowing nature to flow through her vains,
Infinitely creating life,
with the mere existence of her daisy soul.

My klein Ouma
smeer haar liefde
soos botter

Sy smeer van kant tot kant
en gee liefde orals,
wat langsaam versmelt in die deug
van haar sagte brood

My klein Ouma se liefde
vul al die gate in die warm brood

“Niks is beter as brood nie”
Is wat Ouma altyd se

En tog, is sy verbasend klein …
Sy eet net die krummels
en gee vir ander
haar gebotterde brood
so gesond
so lekker

My klein Ouma
Vol liefde gesmeer

Strangers that reunite
In a dark, smokey room
Held in by vibrating walls of delight
No rules, no restraints
No wrongs no rights

Covering one nostril
I inhale snowy white
Excitement kicks in the back of my throat
Leaving my speech tight

No need for words
No need for fights

Passing along the peace pipe
We all breathe in the night

And as high as a kite
We take off, into flight
A heaving dance floor
Getting ready to ignite

All tuned in
To Friday night