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In
the heat of the night
05/22/01
a
tune got stuck in my head, reminding me of something like
"Let the midnight special, shine a light on me"...
and I ended up with this..
In the heat of the night
after the long day’s dying;
In the heat of the night
watching the stars, up and flying.
? ? ? ?
There you are, my friend
from the midnight shadows;
There you are, my love
with our forgotten moments.
? ? ? ?
Moments of joy
in a world of hunger;
Moments of love
in this world of fear.
? ? ? ?
Sweet moments of laughter
seeing your lovely smile;
Bitter moment of tears
seeing you never more.
? ? ? ?
In the heat of the night
longing for your presence;
In the heat of the night
missing your sweet essence.
? ? ? ?
Alone in the night
memories all around me;
Under cover of the night
daydreaming of you and me.
Ode
to poetrydotcom
05/25/01
False
reflection of a broken mirror
shamelessly lying to you and me;
Selling straight-in-the-face promises
Oh, just believe what you see!
Be gone, beautiful son of a lie
reflect rather the ugliest truth;
Reveal the cuts and bruises
however unbecoming or uncouth!
Get lost, two-faced mirror-mirror-on-the-wall
with your snow-whitened smile;
Pack your deceptions, one and all
and never find another sucker for your bitter bile!
© 2001 Gryg
Sniper
05/24/01
Cuddling
Samuel Taylor, safe and warm
snuggled deep in duvet’s cavernous fold;
Mesmerized by ancient mariner’s charm
and blissfully impolite to winter’s raging cold.
Pictures in this mind, painted by words,
images of cross-bowed feathers crashing;
Of dying faces screaming angry retorts
while sniper stands, cursed, helplessly watching.
Outside, the freeze of winter’s chill;
Inside, within, a cold voice wondering;
Somewhere in forgotten past, in negligent will,
Did this man snipe a flock of albatrosses circling?
© 2001 Gryg
Mareza
05/28/01
(Potbelly
Pantry, Stellenbosch, 27-05-2001)
Skugter bruin-oog meisiekind
soos ‘n weggesteekte diamant
Sommer so onverwags gevind
in hierdie wereld van wingerdland
Jou stem, so uiters teer en sag
struikelend oor engels van patat
Ampertjies soos die pragtige lied
van ‘n sportmotor in verkeerde rat
Kind, het jy ooit ‘n vae idee
hoe pragtig jy werklik is?
Sien jy ooit die wonderskoon
wat op jou jong skouers rus?
Besef jy dat pragtige maniere
jou selfs nog mooier kus?
Mareza, meisiekind van die Kaap,
ek wens ek kon die toekoms lees
Net om vir ‘n oomblik môre te kan sien
en die lieflike vrou wat oormôre gaan wees
Om te kan aanskou hoe jy wonderlik skitter
soos ‘n edelsteen, bevry uit jongmens-sand
© 2001 Gryg
disconnected
05/28/01
So
many years already wasted
empty with forgotten memories
blown-away smells
empty shells
Time sucked like a whirlpool
grabbing from mind’s store
forcing flashes down
into mist
Somewhere hidden lies truths
neatly arranged in rows
cemetery of yesterday
now lost
Hunger is more than want
much rather a need
muyo importante
crucial
Find that graveyard, Mind
hunt for that secret site
find the skulls
dig
Forgotten memories lost
emptied shells in time
and hiding within
part of being
Letting go was so easy
falling effortlessly
deeper down
gone
Between East and West
separating Mind and Soul
that dark and forlorn wall
built from memory bricks
Between North and South
estranging Spirit and Thought
that hellish obstacle course
strewn with forgetfulness
Sign hanging before the eyes
held by stolen memory pegs
screaming boldly
shrill and cruel
Insufficient RAM detected!
No upgrade available!
Disconnecting!
© 2001 Gryg
knot
able to right
06/11/01
Barren,
these sheets,
dressed in virgin white,
lying spread-eagled,
with bated breath,
under silent biro,
angle held.
Virgin brides waiting,
desiring strongly
to be touched,
to be dirtied
by that dry,
still fruitless,
almost impotent,
tip of felt.
So be it then,
if all that be left is,
to right about righting
then so there will be
this righting about
not being able
to right
to night!
© 2001 Gryg
Miss
Conception
06/11/01
Silence,
having nothing to say,
so simply becomes a fiend
hunt-hungering for prey.
My silence, innocent when born,
now your hunchbacked brute
quite deserving of scorn.
Our silence, birthed from my own,
now monstrous ^You^ignore^me^
instead of I~need~some~time~alone
© 2001 Gryg
mismatched
pairs
06/11/01
Hand
in hand these little couples
running around in life’s every sphere;
From rich to poor, even old and young,
non spared their giggles, groans of fear.
Mismatched pairs, excessively often,
as Truth and Pain meet, then copulate;
While on the other side of emotions’ hell
Lies ends up as Happiness’ little mate.
Now, once again, shotgun wedding of two
made by the minister of a friend’s fate
Choices, just lie and watch the smiles
or put bitter truths upon serving plate?
© 2001 Gryg
cursed
blessings
06/11/01
Can
man be so blind
so utterly blind
sightless
batty?
Can blessings be so dark
so utterly pitch
overpowering
curses?
Am I blessed
so much
that I am
blinded?
or
Am I so blind
amongst blessings
that they slowly darkened
and gave birth to curses?
© 2001 Gryg
Hoity-toity
06/15/01
Big words and fancy phrases crawl
bloated insects devouring slowly
eating away at the very heart
of the papyrus invaded
Read the words and taste the sentences
filling mouth with the bitter smell
of squashed Christmas Beetles
mixed with the piss of kittens
Emotions bubbling inside this shell
bursting up and around like orange
Fanta, shaken and then disgorged
from broken glass smashings
I want to scream in frustration
and anger and fear and wonder
while others smile and clap and
do whatever they are literaturely told to
I do not understand what you are
saying, doing and proclaiming, from
the mountains, hills, streams, all
around me, like legions of insects
Why write in smeared dung, like
hyenas giggling away the night,
chewing at every bone in sight,
for the sake of what?
Why the hell this numb mind
stutter-falling in the vomit of other’s
thoughts, not understanding, drifting
loose in a sea of violent, rolling
hoity-toityness!
Is it me?
Me, is it?
Why?
Why me?
Because I understand not
what the
hell, you are saying
nor why the
hell, you are saying it in Greek!
rambling
thoughts
06/20/01
mind spinning
into spiral descent
forming its own roman candle, freefalling
trying hard to sift through set cement
as it slowly digs deeper, silently stalling
stacks of facts, reaching ever higher
hiding truths under their mammoth weight
drowning every reality with licking fire
smashing obstacles in its relentless raid
somewhere hidden a silverfish thread
lurking in bright glinting splendour
mind and thread have not yet met
logic not quite the white steed either
Gepiekelde
Drome
06/20/01
Drentelend op
die strand
teen winter son se onder
wat valskerm saggies
agter Tafelberg sink;
Wynrooi die hemel…
wat my laat wonder
Hoeveel pragtige drome
het al in rooiwyn verdrink?
Kaapse Wals
06/21/01
Skommelende
Pinotage,
in helderste kristal
en klinkende note,
wat lieflik inval,
smelt stadig saam,
tot ‘n Kaapse wals
van musiek en rooiwyn,
so hals aan hals.
Reenboog van
die Druif
06/21/01
Rooi, die trane van geparste
druif
gepluk onder oranje Afrika son;
Daar waar geel blomme vriendelik wuif
in die koel skadu van ‘n groen prieël plafon.
Blou, die donker hoofpyn-oggende
gegroet met eina en pers
pilletjies;
Vasgeklemde boeretroos in kobalt hande
ook lid van ‘n reënboog uit geperste skilletjies.
Osbloed
Boereraat
Daar doer innie Verre Noorde
(waar hulle van osbloed praat)
gebruik hulle mos growwe sout
en tjiep rooiwyn in ‘n boereraat
As luise die hele kop vol lê
(en die kriewelings erg begin pla)
Was eers die hare mettie wyntjie
en besprinkel dan growwes daarna
Sien, luis is mos ‘n aggressiewe ding
(wat met een sluk heel moedig raak)
As mens weer sien is alle luiste weg
Mekaar met die boulders dood gemaak!
in love
Read, too many rhymes
too many lifetimes
about scores
[millions!]
in love
Written, so many poems
so many poets
about falling
[plunging!]
in love
Meditated, so many times
so many musings
about being
[ever?]
in love
Cried, so many tears
so many sniffles
about not being
[dead?]
in love
--- Learn as much by writing as by reading. [Lord Acton]
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More than
love
Last night, in the din filled Spur
two sat chatting for a pleasant while
While you cracked your silly jokes
filling my heart with a gentle smile
There, amongst the taste of coffee
and the smell of sugar and spice
The birth of a new understanding
not to be flogged for any price
Yes, I have always loved you
right from the moment we met
This fact I have never hidden
and it has often been said
Yet, last night I realised a truth
not only do I merely love you
as any father should a son
But I really like you too!
--- Learn as much by writing as by reading. [Lord Acton]
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Crucified seconds trickling down,
slowly, in single grains of golden sand, Sifting |
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I want to crawl onto your lap |
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Updated 4/26/01.