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Redneck Fun
8/18/00 09:54 AM

Eksited, that’s wut I reely got
Ass I sawed yer tini lirrle toes
Cause eweritime I mooved
Into kurled up mode they goes

Surely thet can meens only one fing
This redneck musta founded yer gee spot
But then yer told me a ‘orribly terrebel fing
“Ye forgot ta remoove my pentyose, stupit sot!”

[Gryg - Redneck Fun - Friday, 18 August 2000 - Cape Town]


--- Some people work up steam while others merely generate fog ---






Cowardly Deed
8/17/00 09:54 AM

Winking from between green leaves
Exquisitely inviting to be touched
Flirting with Her marvelling eyes
While below, amongst slithering coils,
Lies and half-truths, masterfully spun,
Rising on whispery wings to innocent ears.

Beside her naked body, standing close,
He saw, knowing exactly what was going down
Turning a manipulating deaf ear and blind eye
Not at all sure what was to transpire next
But falsely believing His body will survive.

Plucking fingers, rising to the forbidden fruit
Taking firm hold, twisting as He watched
Not realising they already knew the Good
All that was to be added to their lives,
As She gave to Him, standing by Her side,
Was knowledge of the sinister kind.

She’s body did not die, on that faithful day
Neither He’s body as He also did partake
What was lost was much more spirit
And not at all was She to be blamed
For He just stood, watching, allowing
Committing man’s first cowardly deed.

And to this day it is still being done
Just place responsibility onto Her shoulders
For if all Hell breaks loose it is surely Her fault
While He just stands close, hoping to eat
But ready to suddenly shout to all creation
It was not He but She that broke the rule
Not realising He is not at all very clever
Merely a devious little transparent shame.




Re: Real Hallmark Moments
8/18/00 11:41 AM

Filled with emotion
Dark, grey or white
For whatever I feel
About that I write

Not always clear
Not always thought through
But always, every time
Honest perceptions alive

Yes, sometimes about the good
Sometimes about the pain
But whatever the reason
Always to my own gain

Growth taking place
Day by day, week by week
For in the scrambled words
I often discover what I seek




Milky Lover
8/21/00 11:07 AM

Purest pallid cloud, untouched by the rising sun
Settling down, blow-driven by the howling breeze
A possessive lover lowering milky tendrils of fun
Down onto the sprawled peaks of his granite sleaze.

Tendrils exploring, moving so utterly exquisitely slow
Searching rocky slopes, ready to gently cover and fill
Hunting for crevices into which his moist milkiness can flow
Fingering his mountain while she lies breathlessly still.

Warmest glow, touching the pale lover’s quivering shoulders
Surprised by rising rays invading, slowly higher and higher
Now blushing white cloud, shamefaced pink on dark boulders
Like an exotic lily-white bedspread sinking down, lower and lower.




Dangerous Games
8/21/00 11:10 AM

There are infantile games, played ever single day
Some between little ones, innocent kiddie games
But others, played in the most weirdest of way
Strictly between adults, games without names.

Sometimes designed to merely tease
Confusing, relying on the most flexible rules
Very few of them with any vision to please
And so often, too often, with all players the fools.

Then, Dangerous Games, threaded onto silver hooks
Waiting for the right moment, and then to sharply strike
Always one player confident, using manuals and books
Reeling the innocent in, catching effortlessly, then tell to hike.

Please, let there be none of these silly little plays
Between two budding friends such as you and I
For such simple acts will only lengthen the days
Before our trust and friendship can truly soar and fly.

I promise now to you, before our loving Father above
In this heart there are no schemes, nor any game
When I say friend it is friend, and ditto for my love
Both said without untrustworthiness or any shame.



Mouse Hunt
8/21/00 04:17 PM

Deep in hiding, most secret of little mice
So shy, so reluctant to reveal thyself
Do you fear this man, so gentle and nice
So much that you will always into hiding dive?

Trust, there is no malice in soft hands of mine
No intentions to harm or to even try and hurt
For through these tender fingers flow love divine
Not intentionally able to squash the feeblest bird.

Reveal thyself, o wondrous little mouse
And welcome the touch of gentlest caress
Come out from your well-hidden house
And experience my fingers relieving your stress.

Oh, to feel your trembling little lips
Licking so warmly at exploring fingers
Touching your pink little tongue as it gently drips
Sweeter than the honey-filled sounds of singers.

My own pink tongue, lowered to do the same
Allowing you, darling little mouse, to have a turn
Lick freely, if you will, just as if in a secret game
Where even the softest kiss will thrill and burn

The true colour of your pelt, this I don’t even know
For these eyes have yet so see you, little mouse
Oh, I know you are around but you have yet to show
And this man, he does not yet have the key to your house.

Oh, most secret of little mice, I hunger to feel, to touch
So, if at all a remote possibility, even if very slight
Consider, come out from your hiding place, just trust
So that freely touch, and gently kiss, your fur I might.

For that trust I am more than willing to pay
Providing love, care and your every longing
Touching and playing whenever you ask, every day
Feeding, filling, your tummy at night, noon and morning.




Some SPACE for you
8/23/00 11:03 AM

In every home, that drawer
Filled to overflowing mess
Always ready to spill over
Often called Miscellaneous

Containing little treasures
From Tools to superior Glue
Pins, Buttons and Needles
Even some Sweeties too

If Body was a home, I think
And each organ a drawer
Heart then on the very brink
Of miscellaneous disaster

Brimming with oddest feelings
From Hugs to gentle Kisses
Tears, Smiles and Yearnings
Even some close Misses

At the bottom of the Love drawer
Used way too seldom, even sparingly
A bottle of SPACE perfumed water
To be used by those that care totally

This little bottle, in my reaching hand
In love now offered to you, a friend
Smell its fragrance as you solitary stand
Hugs and Smiles can wait around the bend.




Waiting at the Bridge
8/24/00 01:00 PM

Crumbling concrete spanning
Stretched across the ravine
Deep as the bowel of earth
And the widest ever seen

Somewhere, out on that bridge
A loved one crossing alone
And I, just parked on this side
Sitting on a friendship stone

Waiting, hoping to see a smile
Wishing for a reaching hand
As she realise that this friend
Really does try to understand




Conversation Art
8/25/00 03:29 PM

Conversation, truly an art
Painted with brushing lips
Mixing colours from words
On the palette of the mind

My palette, so overflowing
Bright with vivid colours
The rainbow of my soul
Rooted in pots of gold

Yet, there are so few paintings
Stark white canvasses aplenty
There could be many masterpieces
If only I could learn to use my brushes.




Let me be
8/24/00 01:01 PM

In the roast of the desert
Let me be the welcome rain
To bring hope and joy
And not the dusty storm

In the heat of the crisis
Let me be the true friend
Raining down in love
And not the stormy foe

In the agony of pain
Let me be the one that feels
Standing strong in faith
And not the scatterer of tears.




Dark Love
8/28/00 11:48 AM

Dark love, self surrendering
Wanting in excruciating vain
Suspecting wrecking pain
Reluctantly wholeheartedly

Tearing yearning away
Casting departed hope
Scrutinising its ragged elope
Accommodating its can’t stay

Bye for good now forever forced
Farewell to only ever true love
Begging biased aid lowering above
Lettering hell’s final cutting torch

Burning bridges now fine sifted ash
Burying rawhide emotions in rubble
Arrogantly acting not showing stumble
Love crying away in desolated dash.




Mincing
8/29/00 12:14 PM

Want-to frightfully absent
Have-to so forcefully aplenty

Feeble heart moaning
Thrusting away farewells
While potent mind screams
Appealing darkest fears closer
Tempting all from deepest gloom pit

Combating one another
Mincing spirit and love

Shredder blades gyrating
Gnashing hope to shreds
Rip-tearing eradicators wild
Forcing sausages of despair
Splurging into casings of doom




What then to do?
8/29/00 02:07 PM

Selfish honesty
Aerated inside
This is not wanted
Not now
Not ever
Not like this

What then?
What to do?
Follow the heart
Or follow thoughts?

Fibres inside
All and sundry
Screaming out
Deafening pleas
Preserve friendship!
Stand against logic!
Follow your heart!

What then to do?




True 2 Zelf
8/30/00 03:37 PM

Zuddenly, effortlezzly
Choicez 2 be made
Alwayz difficult
But knot know
Knot anymore
Know knot at all
In-Knot-The-Leazt

Eye might be wrong
Then they are right
But Eye truzt Eye
Much much much more
Than they ever will

True 2 zelf
The only way
Nobody 2 blame
Nobody 2 praize
Juzt Eye

Zo... 2 hell wiff the Not-Eyez
Eye will make Eye’s own choizez!!




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