Groen
05/07/01

Ek het 'n klomp
groen gedagtes
Wat net nie wil
bloem nie.

As daai idees net kan
vrugte dra en sade maak,
maar as die kers aan albei
kante gebrand word, is daar
nie tyd vir tuinwerk nie.

Dis 'n McDolalds wereld,
Karton burgers in 'n
wereld waar die tronke
vol is en die kerke leeg.

Idees is soos AIDS
elke tweede poephol
het dit, maar niemand
doen iets daaromtrent nie.

Maar ek gaan nie toelaat
dat ek intellektueel
gemanupuleer raak nie.


Translation by Adele
Absolutely lovely Erik!

Green

I have a bunch
of green ideas
that just won't
bloom.

If only those ideas
could bare fruit and seeds
but when the candle is burnt
on both ends
there's no time for gardening.

It's a McDonalds world,
Carton burgers in a
world where the prisons are full
and the churches are empty.

Ideas like AIDS
every second #$*%
has it, but nobody
does anything about it.

But I will not allow
anyone to intellectually
manipulate me.



Where I played once
05/08/01

The swing in the tree
has frayed ropes
like childhood hopes,
waiting for the right time.

Those thick roots
protruding from the earth
served as cover for many
a toy soldier, hiding
my emotions so effectively.

The sandy parts where
no grass grows, material
for first class engineering
feats for matchbox cars,
building confidence.

The wall behind, where
the graveyard started
and only the bravest
would dare go with me
to retrieve "lost" toys.

Scattered Leaves, that
when raked into heaps
provide excellent matress'
for daredevil stunts from
the top of the junglegym

The soft creak
of the wind in the
branches, reminding
me how quickly they
went by when I fell out.
On my azz.. oh no
split, right down the middle!


Sometimes
05/08/01
They said its all about choices,
but its harder to pick than a
broken nose. Everyone has their
own opinions about it.
Even with advice it doesn't
become smooth sailing.
Being afraid of that which
is not to be feared doesn't
help either. The absence
of intuition is a minor.

Don't feed the kangaroo's
calamari, damnit!

The destination eludes us.
The question is what drives us.
The search does not end now,
even tho other choices have
been made for us. Choices
of sub-choices which branch
even wider sits in confusion.
Divine intervention is needed,
does it ever happen? Does life
make any sense, or do we have
remove any sensibility and just
live? makes sense, doesn't it ?


Heart of bleach
05/12/01

The sky is dark tonight, a little
more than it usually is..
Leathery dark wings beat noislessly
and the wisps of cold air circle upward
Molten chocolate shadows flow over
smooth surfaces. Sticky molasses residue
with gut wrenching odor adhere to the
shiny parts. That feeling running down
your spine You tense one last time,
because you see what they do not.

The bath water is left running as
the radox patiently waits for my dip.
The mirror sweats with the ferns
as I press the rose against my nose
but it wilted right there in my hand
as my heart was cold as ice. Why ?

Finally realising , before you hit the
ground...

There are tears in the basin, a broken
window pane on the wall, a tantrum on
the floor and I ask myself; when will
this ever end ?


Closer inward it sweeps, eagle eyes missing
nought. Pouncing apon me, pinning me to the
floor. That something as gaunt could be so

heavy, unbearably heavy. Disgusting breath
washing over me like liquid acid burning
every piece of soft exposed flesh.
Situations running through my head in fast
forward. I try to scream, but my voice box
has been dissolved by the acid. My mouth
was but a mere memory. (nobody understands
anyway.)

The ground trembling below me starts to part.
How vulnerable your heart looks when it lies
next to you. All thoughts exit your head
as you vegetate, just then , it is all gone.
I pray on my knees to God. I hope He hears
my plea. I ask him from the bottom of the
consol bottle that once held my heart,
but I have a feeling the bush telephone rings
elsewhere.


Only hearing, not listening
05/21/01
Melancholy music tumbles along the walls
People with verbal diahoerrea make
hummingbird noises in smoke ceilinged
rooms. Waitrons marching purposefully
to the sound of their own drums, doing
balancing acts with cheap china.
Rustling of of white noise paper bags
to reveal trinkets of real imitation
golden plastics, while flies operate their
miniature jackhammers in your brain.
Hawkers with mega decibel P.A. voiceboxes
call loud prayers to the money god and on
the windowsil a grasshopper fiddles away
merrily, to the beat of the organised chaos.

waar ek staan
05/21/01
Die draak roer, versteur in sy hibernasie
Rooi skubbe, soos juwele, glinster in die
bietjie lig wat daar is.
Oe wawyd oop, humeur deur die dak.
Daar is 'n ander reuk wat deur die bedompige
motbolle reuk sny.
Waar kom dit vandaan?
Sening belaaide kloue druk gate in die soliede
rots wat bars en kraak soos bros beskuit.

Die raaf in die vensterse opening se swart
albaster oe sny deur die donkerte en belowe
dinge wat die raaf se snawel nie se nie.

Die draak lig sy skerp genaelde klou en maak reg
om die raaf tot vere te verminder.
kragtige, gespierde, voorveeg verander in mis
rondom die raaf en word weer solied aan die ander
kant, voordat dit die vensterbank verpletter.

Die raaf draai skewe koppie, tergend, laggend.
So graag as wat die draak wil vuur spoeg, is
hy bang die raaf verbrand...

Wie skuld wie?
05/21/01
Raafswart,
blink-
drogbeeld in my warm woestyn.
Te bang om die pad oor te steek,
want kamele soos renmotors het
nie toeters nie.
en
tog-
die oase roep.
Is al die struikelblokke
op my pad die wat ek self
daar sit ?
Dis hier waar die sterre
opwaarts val.

Duty and Diety
05/21/01
Do I ask too much ?
from an unlimited God,
limited things ?
To ask and ask and never receive,
and yet somehow still believe ?

Have I found where omnipotence ends,
or just to luke warm to be worth the
trouble? Am I not the soldier I once
thought myself to be ?

Seeing all the beauty in the world is
overloading the fragile circuitry of
my heart. Then sometimes, even being
is too much.
Yet it is I, that is incomplete.
Is being complete that that is too much
to ask or is it not possible in this life ?

If death is the answer, then maybe it is
time I change my status.

Ode to my Sister
05/23/01

There is this place I know,
where wind swept dune
vegetation confuse the eye
and twin penguins lie.

There is this place I know,
where thunderous crashes
can soothe the mind and
inner peace you can find.

There is this place I know,
where sun stroked deck chairs
offer warm mid morning breaks
and in coffee friendships makes.

There is this place I know,
where I would like you
to come and my sister meet
'cos she is really neat.

There is this place I know,
where parties never die and
if she wasn't there I'd miss her
Antoinette,
my real adopted sister!



Nocturnal frogmarch
05/30/01
Candles dancing to unheard overture
I stare blankly forward for
'twas more than my soul could endure
Stirring from my midnight inertia
It all seemed so sublime
The sound of the beating heart was mine.
The rostrum of my being mow occupied
Waiting in suspense for the reasons
or excuses now to be offered.

A dream perchance? I think not
Love grinded by the pestle of hate
The ying-yang relationship in my pot
For if I die before I wake
for once let me a difference make
For the only angels known
are made from cold marbled stone.

When the harbringer of dawn arrives
then from slumber I would arise
spewing forth verses and curses
Grey skies to soul deadening occupation
Where life and death intertwine
Could sanity keep the pace?
From my padded cell I laugh alone.



Snow white syndrome
05/30/01
Mirror mirror on the wall,
is lonelyness to be my all?
languid, I cheer the night
filled with nought, hear my plight.

Love not shared, standing outside,
Is it all in vain, soaking IN the rain ?
In truth, every night I fall asleep,
I can hear the angels, for me, weep.

Dreams of midnight love
were wept upon my pillow
and all my prayers sent above
an angel stole my heart
and Satan took her away.

Fate, the cruel mistress
seems to have criusified me
Tied down , but restless
My soul bares the scars
of treachery beneath the stars.

With love erased, I wake
each morning prozac to take.
Mirror mirror on the wall,
is lonelyness to be my all?


Summer Floozy
05/30/01
She came
and strutted her stuff for me.
Made sure I could see all the angles.
From every angle.
Always moving, flaunting.
Colours dazzling me.
Displays of beautiful colours made my mind wonder.

What a tease!

She had my full attention.
Hynotising me with small sharp movements.
She came real close, I held my breath,
but it was not to be, as the white crested bird
swooped down and swallowed the butterfly whole.


koffiemoer in my teekoppie
06/20/01
ja ma, hy is 'n moffie
ek kan mos nie vir hom kies nie
pas my egter, meer vroue vir my
die goeie soort buddy, hy sal
nooit my meisie afvry nie

ja ma, jy't mos altyd n
probleem met my
nee, ek weet nie hoekom ek
nooit by so-en-so uitgekom
het nie, sy was seker net
nie reg nie

ja ma, ek party die hele
nag lank tot sonsopkoms
dis vir my lekker al hou
jy nie daarvan nie oraait

ja ma, het gaan my werk
bedank want ek hou nie
daarvan nie
lojaliteit word nie in
die moderne samelewing
meer gewaardeur nie

ja ma, ek hou partykeer
daarvan om alleen te wees
dis my privaat tyd
daarsonder voel ek partymaal
ef ek sommer wil bars

ja ma, ek is nog lief vir
liewe jesus al voel ek
partykeer dat hy van my
vergeet het, maar ek stres
nie daaroor nie



single bed mind
06/20/01

I'm missing you somehow...
baby, I cannot change my mind now.
Sometimes I pray for you
I'm missing you somehow...
baby, I cannot change my mind now.

Maybe nobody else can understand
I look at you now and close my eyes
I can see your lips to my surprise
though I'm missing you somehow
baby, I cannot change my mind now.

Sometimes now I wish I were dead
My heart still rushes waterfall-like
when I see you, my stomach on a spike
though I'm missing you somehow
baby, I cannot change my mind now.

Sounds like a mystery to me
You just sorta crept into my soul
My essence burnt like a red-hot coal
though I'm missing you somehow
baby, I cannot change my mind now.

The whole world at my doorstep
My very best friend, my lover
I wish I could have more of her
though I'm missing you somehow
baby, I cannot change my mind now.

A strangers heart can be homely
Strange how you never knew
that I could just fade into you
though I'm missing you somehow
baby, I cannot change my mind now.

attempt at a tune... laat julle bliksems nou net lag ..


Moonfrost
06/20/01
Iffy ice cold nightmare thoughts
spreading
numbness of deaths embrace
aching
reflexes to ever widening circles

Insects squished and bugs blatted
for green grass pleasures of
noisy weedeaters spinning dizzily
in sun drenched afternoons

African rhythm in chirps and tweets
where huge trees do the hula in
gale force breezes while flapping curtains
in open windows wave goodbye to faeries
dripping honey sweet far off in the distance
where earth and sky shake hands and yet
another sun coin is deposited in the
horizon piggy bank.