Tamatieman
Waar is jy ?
jy weet wie jy is ,
Jy weet waar jy is,
Waar is jy my vriend
wanneer ek jou nodig het?

Vannaand moet ek alleen huistoe gaan,
ek sal alleen al die goed moet doen
wat ek so graag wil deel
Waar is jy my vriend
wanneer ek jou die nodigste het ?

Ek weet ek lag altyd
Ja ek maak altyd grappies.
oppervlakkig...
My binnekant wil buitekant toe bars
soos 'n oorryp tamatie wat op die
sypaadjie val.

Hoe steek ek dit weg ?
Dit straal by my oe uit.
Ek hunker na jou
Waar is jy my vriend
wanneer ek jou nodig het ?

Wie is jy ?
Waar is jy ?
Waar kan ek jou kry ?
Ek is 'n wit rot in 'n doolhof...
Waar is jy my vriend
wanneer ek jou die nodigste het ?



Re: Tamatieman
03/27/01 01:40 PM
Where are you?
you know who you are.
You know where you are,
Where are you my friend
when I need you most?

Tonight I have to go home alone,
I will have to do everything alone
that I wanted to share so badly
Where are you my friend
when I need you most?

I know I always laugh
Yes, I always make jokes...
vain...
My inside wants to explode outwards
like a overripe tomato that falls
on the pavement...

How do I hide it?
it shines through my eyes
I long for you
Where are you my friend
when I need you most?

Who are you?
Where are you?
Where can I find you?
I am a white-rat in a maize...
Where are you my friend
when I need you most?

This is a quick translation, please excuse any mistakes...

Ek hou daarvan Erik.... Lekker om nog Afrikaans te sien.

Spinnekop


confucius
03/27/01 07:30 AM
*Confucious say;
one without fingers should not hold on so hard.
My heart has no more fingers,
Reality stepped in and banished
the fairies.
It is once again just an organ.
what passed for fingers before,
went with the fairies.

The fair folk played at my organ
as delicately as the heart is fragile.
Then the warmth melts away the inky
blackness like cheese over toast
It dissolves my frown
faster than disprin in water.

How does one recreate magic?
Deserts do not become rainforests overnight
The oasis creates an illusion of lush greenery.
The magic is in getting the fantasy to be reality.
The boeing 747 stuck in the spiders web...

Fairies have a habit of returning
to their former dwellings.
Mine seems to have skipped the country
with the rest of the skilled people.

How I miss the flutter of tiny wings,
laughter for no reason, kisses that
stood for something fantastic
sense in nonsense, something
for the heart to hold on to.
For reality is a cruel mistress.

*confusious never said anything like it.



Sparks on the tar
03/27/01 07:33 AM
Life never changing
only eyes opening to the wolves
in sheeps' clothing
The road to hell is paved with
good intentions they say,
Palmtrees..
There better be palmtrees lining
those good intentions.
Reincarnation must be the way that
the wolves have of redeeming themselves.
Does the big wheel of karma turn?
Does santa have a red suit and whiskers?
Who makes all these rules?
I want something else...
I dont know what it is...
could be the same old same old
However, if good intentions are for naught
and the wheel of karma turns all the way
I better buy a shower cap.
What is this ?
I think I'll call it a concience.
Now lets see ... what do you do with a concience?
dunno? pretend?
Wolf in sheeps' clothing...
Ok. where is the wheel of karma now?
all I see, is sparks.




My Plan
Ek voel lam, moeg nog nie oorwonne nie
Traag is die woord vir vandag.
Hulle kyk vanuit die hoogtes op my neer.
Aarde sluk my tog in!

Die aasvoels sirkel bo my kop.
Hulle wonder of ek al dood is
Ek struikel en val...
Nog 'n bietjie slaap,
nog 'n bietjie sluimer,
So kom die aasvoels nader.

Die blikslaers sal nie
my einde wees nie!
Ek vereenselwig my
met daai treintjie wat kon...
Ek struikel weer....

Die aasvoels wonder oor my
Ek wonder oor die aasvoels
Hulle wonder of ek oor hulle wonder,
maar ek weet..

Hulle swiep neer! Tergend!
hongerig! maar,

vannaand is dit ek wat gebraaide aasvoel boutjies eet...



Translation [re: EriktheUnready]
Adele
03/28/01 04:51 PM
I always fear doing these because my
afrikaans is far from perfect, and I often struggle with
the true meaning of bigger words ... oh well, here goes...
My Plan
I feel lame, exhaustion not yet defeated
Sluggish is the word for today.
They look down at me
Earth, swallow me in!

The vultures circle above my head
They wonder whether I'm already dead
I stumble and fall...
Another bit of sleep
Another bit of slumber,
So the vultures come nearer.

The bastards will not be my end!
I identify myself with that little train that could ... and stumble again ...
The vultures wonder about me
I wonder about the vultures
They wonder whether I'm wondering, But I know.
They sweep down! Teasingly! Hungry! but...
tonight it'll be me eating vulture drumsticks!

Waar is die probleem ?

Die swembad se water raak nou stadig koud.
Die wind dra sy geniepsigheid saam.
Die son is soos altyd 'n slet
Sy steek altyd rond.
As ek vir my 'n skuimbad gaan tap
en in die warem water le
Die radox reuk my neus binnedring
voel ek skudig
oor die koue swembad wat
na chloor ruik.
Wat kan ek doen?

My handoek om my lyf
Gilette in my hand
Stap ek kamer toe
Daar is net twee soorte mense
se hulle
Die wat rave
en
Die wat kerk toe gaan
Ek sal maar voor die radio kerk
Wat is fout daarmee?




The wierdness
03/28/01 12:31 PM

Ratfaced!
That's what my friends would say
Everyone would laugh if they had to see me now.
You were different, you rubbed my back as I prayed
to the porcelain statue.
You kept my hair out of the way.
You wiped up after me.
I felt such a loser.
down.
You helped me brush my teeth,
try to regain my dignity.
What did I do to deserve a friend like you ?
The sea beats it timeless drum on the rocks.
The breeze playing its sad flute arouond me.
The rays of the sun reaches its slender fingers toward me.
Surrounded by all this I am still greedy.
I want you there with me.
You have different interests,
You see the world differently.
I want to pick summer in the garden.
You worry about the grass.
I am care free and unresponsible
You are not.
You say I'm too deep,
so lets see how you like your
Ice cream with tobasco...





Brave....

04/03/01 03:21 PM
My eyes dart
Damn heart beats everywhere its not supposed to.
My fingers tingle
Breathing quietly is at the order of the night
My mouth is dry

A smile creeps, snail pace, across my face
Dialated pupils focus
Pins and needles run rampaging up my leg
Hearing returns
The brain starts doing the math...

Her long fingers can no longer reach for me
no more running
The acid smell of her breath is so far away now
no more screaming

so cold, then
so scared, then
so wise, now
so funny, now

...Then ....
The soft caress of cold
... something...
in my neck

Startled,
The smile zips,
Goosebumps appear,
Heart irregular.

aaaarrrrg....
DAMN CURTAIN!




Drones
04/03/01 03:50 PM
The door hisses open .
Another lemming enters.
You know the drill...
Stare at your shoes.
Avoid eye contact at all costs!

Go for the corner seat.
Put up your newspaper.
See how well your defences work.
I shall strare!

What deep dark secrets
do these lemmings hide ?
Staring out the windows
Accomplishes what ?

Looking without seeing,
The world may be a big blank.
No smiles, for a smile could be
misinterpreted as recognition.

Lemmings start to look the same
hidden behind emotionless faces
Newspapers, umbrellas or one another.
So what is this ?

Society ?



When you phoned me.
04/03/01 04:05 PM
At first my heart just keeps skipping
beats
Then memories
It's you
I haven't seen you in years,
yet your visage is visible to me.
It's you
Your scent is long gone,
yet your smell remains.
It's you
Your kisses are past tense,
yet I can still taste you.
It's you

All this from just hearing your voice
Then..

The hurt came to say hello
He decided to take up lodging again.
Sat in the easy chair of my soul.
Feeding off long lost memories.

My dilemma is such,
how does one
put out this unwanted visitor?
.......



Anarchy or destiny ?
04/04/01 08:03 AM
Anarchy or destiny ?

Why do we do it ?
Live by anothers' rules ?
Conform to the norm ?
Guided by them we do not see ?
Never in control of our own lives


out of control ?

I say thee nay !

Out of THEIR control !


Programmed to accept
whatever comes our way ...
Who does this programming ?
Who pushes the buttons ?
We are told to live the way we do.

Are we in control of our own lives ?
Are we just mindless mechanitions
being told what we can and cannot do ?
I pose you these questions, my friend.

For fake "freedom" is not what I want !
True freedom stems from true happiness
True happiness from true love
True love from true hope

We are told how to live,
therefore are our hopes our own ?
Or are we just pawns for "the greater good"?
Sheep before the wolves ?

Do we then control our own destiny ?



When I stare
04/05/01 07:25 AM
Look at the city lights
See them twinkle in the distance
The are calling your name.
What I wouldn't do for you.

The white horses on the ocean
The waves clapping hands on the bow.
Applauding your performance
What I wouldn't do for you.

I spy with my little eye...
something beginning with a 'd'
No, not the doom you spray my way
For a cockroach I am not.

I have (chain of thought lost here due to a telephone
call)
can anyone tell me how do you continue a poem?
I cant even edit it , I leave it as it was written...
Geen Antwoorde
Wat is die skadu wat hier in my opkruip?
Waar kom die woede ewe skielik vandaan?
Geen antwoorde kom nie.

Reinkarnasie?
Is alles net repitiesie?
Is alles net repitiesie?
Is alles net repitiesie?
Vir oordeelsdag kyk weers?

Slow motion sondes ?
Close up action ?
Leuns, Kullery en moord?
Ja , ek moor my hart gereeld.

Sou ek kies om nie te lewe
in 'n wereld vol materialisme
nie , is dit ook verkeerd.
Loyaliteit is die moderne grap.

Pass maar die buck, die bal, die kruis.
As Hy weer kom, kom haal Hy Sy perels!
Nog steeds geen antwoorde nie.




Translation

Adele
04/09/01 12:15 PM
No answers

What is this shadow creeping around in my mind?
Where does the anger suddenly come from?

No answers.

Reincarnation?
Is it all just repitition?
Is it all just repitition?
Is it all just repitition?
Replays for judgement day?

Slow motion sins?
Close up action?
Lies, Cheating and murder?
Yes, I often murder my heart.

Should I choose not to live
in a world full of materialism
that would be wrong too.
Loyality is the modern joke.

Pass the buck, the bal, the cross.
If He comes again, He'll fetch His pearls!
Still no answers.




Speak for those who cannot speak
Dis alles al gedoen ..
04/05/01 07:29 AM

Ek het dit gedoen!?!
Wanneer ek dit gedoen het, weet ek nie.
Hoe ek dit gedoen het, weet ek ook nie.
Ek is nou nie eers meer seker dat ek
iets gedoen het nie.
Maar as ek uitvind iets is gedoen
gaan daar vonke spat,
want ek wil antwoorde he!
Iemand gaan met betaal.
miskien vroeer of later.
Hoe vroeg of hoe laat
is nie die kwessie nie.
Gister, vandag, more
hah, ek is die held !
...nou sal 'n goeie tyd wees
om bekommerd te raak...


Like ..
05/06/01
If I should walk you home
please don't reject it
then we could stroll together
like I've always dreamt it.

If I should just hold you
when you least expect it
then you could hold me too
like it was intended.

If I should just kiss you ,
could you please just accept it
then you could kiss me back
like like you meant it.

If I should lay down next to you
Would you extend it
then we could stare at each other
like the world had ended.

If I should fall asleep beside you
just please condone it
then we could cuddle up
like ...

Reading between the lines.
05/06/01
I walked in,

just another face in the crowd.
I smiled, she didn't notice.
I took every opportunity to talk to her.
I smiled, she didn't notice.
I changed the way I dress.
I smiled, she didn't notice.
I became more patient.
I smiled, she didn't notice.
I did not come around no more.
I smiled, she didn't notice.

Time flies by...
Filed in area 52 of my mind.
Big round eyes filed
away with every other memory.
Funny how Murphy formulated
his laws...

I walked in,

Smiling to the brim.
There she sat, oh so prim.
My ignore button was depressed.
She smiled back at me.
My ignore button was depressed.
She started dressing nicer.
My ignore button was depressed.
She started making excuses to talk to me.
My ignore button was depressed.
She started being nice to me.
My ignore button was depressed.

Time flies by...
Big round eyes unpacked from
mouldy boxes in the storeroom
of my mind.
Half time has come and gone.
Sides have changed...

Do I now walk out ,
knowing what I know ?


noticing whats missing
05/06/01
I am always trying
to find out what life is.
Then my mind runs through thoughts
like a weedeater though the grass.

spinning
spoiling
noisy

Life the universe and everything
sums to be fourty two.
My abacus however,
must be missing some beads.

clicks
clacks
oh no...

My maatjie se skuld.
05/07/01
Dit borrel
erger as gaskoeldrank
wat geskud is voor die
oopmaakslag.

Dit word naderhand so
eina dat daar vasgehou
MOET word

So eindeloos soos slakke
wat in omgekeerde wynglase
resies jaag.

Skerper as die glinster
van die son in die dou
op die bare.

Dan om alles erger te maak...
giggel jy saam en
ek kan nie ophou nie.

Translation by Adele
Fantastic work Erik! The English just doesn't do it justice though...

My friend's fault

It bubbles
like gassy colddrink
that's been shook up
before opening

After a while
it gets so eina
that it HAS to be held in

As endless as snail
racing in upside down
wineglasses.

Sharper than the flicker
of the sunlight in the dew
on the leaves

And then to make matters worse
you giggle along
and I can't stop