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"blus" poems
Daar was g'n tyd vir bybelversies nie , want die brood van lewe was te duur En wie wil nou regtig wag om ring As die manne vir jou hoogliedere sing. Aan die begin was daar niks nie Maar hyt gepraat met sy hande En toe was daar lig en oh die gode Dit was goed! Dit was goed! Maar hy was aleen in n wereld met als En almal was sonder naam , toe hy sy laaste een gee en ek Deur bloed en been vir hom geskep is. Dit was goed, dit was goed En ek huil snot en trane van seer Maar die appel proe soet Of jy hom in die hemel of die hel hap... Jy is die fontein van lewe, Ek drink van jou en raak dors Vir meer as net een aand van sterrevolg. Mag ek dronk raak op jou wyn? Of is jy my een reeds voor!? En ek kan.nie kerk toe hol nie En die Bybel vloek my skel Want jou lyf voel soos die Hemel Maar Hy se jy is die Hel. Mag ek langs jou bed op kniee neersak En jou hand in myne neem?? Kom ons raak besope... Genoeg om liefdesliede vir mekaar te kreun. More bid ons om vergifnis En vergeet wat sonde is Tot die vlees te veel begeer En die lewenslig so bietjie blus. Dit is *** die liefde werk, Dis my lewe dié Die struikelblok wat my versmoor Van n vel religie.
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Feb 15, 2015
Feb 15, 2015 at 5:50 PM UTC
Die vel religie
Find me Cold in a corner Scribbling over my tears Exposed toes and clammy hands Scribbling my inner demands Find me Lost in my own home Head towards the ground Making a cowering sound Find me Holding my head between my palms Two elbows on the countertop
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Mar 16, 2019
Mar 16, 2019 at 8:04 PM UTC
APT BLUS
Nothing is a normal name not that full of shame, hate or someone to blame roses 're red, voliots 're blue but thier's is nothing to do i alwys say hi, look up to the sky, share my words & wait for some music kinda look like the blus yelling as a broking clock claiming she's getting the time right, yes & twice in one day.
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Feb 17, 2015
Feb 17, 2015 at 11:51 AM UTC
Nothing
what reason for me to live or die do robots have souls said i when face to face on opposite sides of the mirror blus sky the android touched the face of his brother before he died
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May 19, 2014
May 19, 2014 at 7:11 PM UTC
Robots Have Souls