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Ek druk my hart onder die kussing en tel tot tien...
Honderd...
Duisend...
Maar dit bly ritmies klop
Onder my koue palms

Ek berê my asem in die verlede
Waar dit vermoedelik
buite jou bereik was
...maar ek het jou vermoeëns onderskat
En nou krioel my binneste met jou teenwoordigheid

Ek gooi my blik na die vloeibare goud van die Vrystaatse vlaktes
, maar jy het my reeds in jou fissier vasgeknoop

En nou openbaar ek my psalms vir die wereld om te lees
, maar hoop jy verstaan...
Ek hoop jy verstaan
In die asemdroogtes van die nag
Word ek gebombardeer deur die warrelwinde van my ongesproke woorde
Wat ten laaste my hart van dolomiet versag

Skrapnel vlieg rond in die inner ruimtes van my gesonder verstand
In die geweldadige debat tussen die skynbare sinneloosheid van die Woord
En die gevoel van jou hand in myne

In geheim bou ek ń koningryk van lugkastele
Waarin jou beeld in elke kamer pronk.
Maar selfs díe verdwyn in die wasige misgordyn van dade
Waarvoor ek self nog swyg

Ten slotte:
Ek smag na jou...
-kammeraaddkap
Die môre groet jou met ń nat soen
En ontplooi haar goue gloed
Oor jou fynbos en Olifants-oor
Die wind ween oor die rykdom
Wat jy deur jare van sweet en bloed, vir jouself terug geëis het
, maar streel deur jou grashalms
Met die harmonie van hoop wat deur jou are pols...
Pols, wanneer 4x4 en ossewa spoor oorkruis!

Hier timmer jy aan my
- lê die hoeksteen van ń graniet gebou

Ek sal strewe om jou te eer.

Suid-Afrika , ń ode aan jou.
In times like this
they make happiness
in the same place the make weapons
but you can sleep assured tonight
, because if tomorrow
brings you sorrow
you can swallow a hand full of happiness
and sip from a bottle of smiles
...
Daar's 'n droogte in Namakwaland
Daar's 'n droogte by die see
Droogte skeil in  Weste-winde
Wat oor ons mense vee
En as ons in ons diepstes
met ons gewete oorleg pleeg
merk ons ook die droogte
wat deur ons jeug beweeg

Geen meer: "jammer oom"; dis als net jy en jou
Weg -die dae van asseblief; dis "gee dit vir my nou"
Vergeet die ring, dis uit my ding, niks gewag totdat jy trou
dis oopmondkou , dis sharrap nou, 'n treurspel om te aanskou

en ek as buitestander, van die leuens en van die leed
ek kan rus met die wete, daar is 'n tent vir my gereed
My body subdues to the infatuation;
as a rising tide of heat enfolds over me,
and my heart beat chases the rolling stones
rolling down hill...
faster and faster...
down they go

Guided by my hormones
, like the barbarian I claim not to be
every last bit of sophistication
...of self control
burning
burning away to a mere pile
of ashes and dust
,where a once-great border
separated me  from common man

Irrational thought guide my hand
and cloud my allegedly strong
, but also human,
immunity to impulse...
impulse that is now
pulsing through my body
,burning in my veins
,disintegrating my morals

My hips move awkwardly
and frantically
as if caging in a raging animal
...
my toes curl in violent spasms
and my legs kick against the cold, tile wall
but the cold against my bare back
and the soles of my feet
only stimulate the tingling
sensation of electricity over my skin
...
Impure thoughts dance around in my head
twerking around the neurons
breaking down my sense of purity
like a wrecking ball set loose on a  church
...
This is what it feels like to live in the moment
to forget emotion and responsibility
, the sensual redemption of crude passion
to indulge the souls darkest desires!!
And even though the conscience
tugs and screams at the edges of your perception
you ignore the tiny voice
with the knowing that this is great
this is here
this is NOW
this is the guy that won't date me
or the girl that doesn't notice me
this is the relationship I desire so badly

OH GOD!!

my back arches high
forcing the breath out of me
in grunts and moans
THIS IS FEELING
and even though
"I might burn in Hell for this

well...
-at least I'll have fed the
screaming hunger inside"
, I think as I lay drenched in sweat

-BUT
I'd rather be burning
than frozen and desolate
like the sophisticated man I claim to be
So this is a controversial subject, I know... but as an aspiring poet I try to make use of artistic honesty to tell the tale society doesn't want to hear...
This is a sketch of basic thought and human indulgences and I hope you appreciate the crude recount on one of nature's biggest gifts!! enjoy ;)

PS. Don't read too much into the word me... along with references to male or female ****** preferences, this is to make the subject of the poem more universal!!
Black birds fly
and black birds cry
and then those blackbirds die
oh so young
oh so free
don't you dare ask me why
so when you love a blackbird
don't forget to say goodbye
coz blackbirds ,
they don't love you...
you're living in a lie
it's time to **** your blackbird
or at least it's time to try
to take your aim, and take it high
and shoot them from the sky
I don't know/// brain splat or something... meaning?? yeah there is... I just don't know what it is myself, yet.
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