verstaan jy, as ek opstaan.
en soms kyk verby,
die lyne van jou rug, die
die krulle in jou hare,
die lag in jou.
verstaan jy as ek kyk, dit. verby.
dat vandag dalk nie n dag is nie.
dat ek dalk nie n ek is nie.
en dat tyd eweskielik
tot niet gaan.
verstaan jy dat as ek stil word,
begin my gedagtes loop.
en dat ek bang word,
vir die asse, die waneers. die mores.
verstaan jy dat partykeer,
moet jy die lysels vat.
verstaan jy.
and somehow we're growing apart
and not up.
i used to carry trinkets around my neck.
in a place where i would notice someone stealing them away.
but then i turned my head one day.
A trinket reminding me of wisdom
a trinket reminding me of love
a trinket reminding me of happiness
and a trinket reminding me of lust.
and somehow, some of them got whisked away.
was it the lonely thunderstorm,
was it the unkind sun,
or did the wind simply take them one day.
sometimes these trinkets swerve bye,
reminding me of what i lost.
sometimes i find it not so sad,
as some things you've gotta give away.
but on days like today,
we are not g
Being part of a musical artistry is a magical thing.
Viewing such an absolute divine nature is reminiscent of love, of joy, of peace and of pleasure, pure absolute pleasure.
As the string starts vibrating and the body emanates the wonderfully rich sound of the wounded, my heart starts racing. It feels as though a magical tour starts in my mind. The feeling of the strings, vibrating under my fingers.... the soft curves of the wooden belly. The uncomfortable grip I have on the bow. Its like commiting adultery.
It's an ancient cult. A cult unknown to "nonplayer" a cult that evokes a mystical realm. A place of princesses and kings, green grass
in a soft and unspoken sideways, yet straight whisper, i felt the love you have for me resonate from your eyes, the softish little cliche tinkel that shines in reflection of me, as i shine the reflection of you, as always a little bt scared and a little bit brave.
the hush hush world of the not so exixting acceptence is always a little bit risky, and a little bit safe. i like it when you hold my hand. i like it when you stare. sometimes love just is not made to be shown, yet not made to be suppresed. when we know whats comming next, i make my way back to your nest.
because in a hush hush world of unspoken sideways yet straight whisper i fin
unto the darnkness i have by lovespetals, literature
Literature
unto the darnkness i have
With the blood on my hands I yell mother look what you make me do lest I not wonder ehat it is I feel I know what they think and I know how they act and mostly I understand their thoughts but by rational thinking they should realize that I, I who have come to betray my own flesh will never truelly allow myself to me if everything comes down once I do as I am. this darkness unfurls as a blast of unheavenly flames lapping up to my knes and in my heart. you stand there at a distance looking. not speaking or seing or breathing. you see past me and all that i am an all that i was thought to be. remember me now and remember me then. whatever you ar
verstaan jy, as ek opstaan.
en soms kyk verby,
die lyne van jou rug, die
die krulle in jou hare,
die lag in jou.
verstaan jy as ek kyk, dit. verby.
dat vandag dalk nie n dag is nie.
dat ek dalk nie n ek is nie.
en dat tyd eweskielik
tot niet gaan.
verstaan jy dat as ek stil word,
begin my gedagtes loop.
en dat ek bang word,
vir die asse, die waneers. die mores.
verstaan jy dat partykeer,
moet jy die lysels vat.
verstaan jy.
and somehow we're growing apart
and not up.
i used to carry trinkets around my neck.
in a place where i would notice someone stealing them away.
but then i turned my head one day.
A trinket reminding me of wisdom
a trinket reminding me of love
a trinket reminding me of happiness
and a trinket reminding me of lust.
and somehow, some of them got whisked away.
was it the lonely thunderstorm,
was it the unkind sun,
or did the wind simply take them one day.
sometimes these trinkets swerve bye,
reminding me of what i lost.
sometimes i find it not so sad,
as some things you've gotta give away.
but on days like today,
we are not g
Being part of a musical artistry is a magical thing.
Viewing such an absolute divine nature is reminiscent of love, of joy, of peace and of pleasure, pure absolute pleasure.
As the string starts vibrating and the body emanates the wonderfully rich sound of the wounded, my heart starts racing. It feels as though a magical tour starts in my mind. The feeling of the strings, vibrating under my fingers.... the soft curves of the wooden belly. The uncomfortable grip I have on the bow. Its like commiting adultery.
It's an ancient cult. A cult unknown to "nonplayer" a cult that evokes a mystical realm. A place of princesses and kings, green grass
ink kruip kruppel uit die kraan van my kaak
konsant kortaf en koud
klim die kaal woorde uit
die klik klik klik van my pen en die kraak kraak kraak van
my hart
hoekom skuil die kalmte van my???
koue rillings, knersende tanne, krom hande.
kwaste!
kom kwes die swart?!
kruppel kruppel kruppel
kruip ek uit die kraan van my kaak
it's there...
bible black as they all come
poverty's a relative form-
and we're all poor
except for that Black Balloon
robbing your oxygen
you tied it tight : too tight
and now it's pulling ... painfully
you believed them didn't you-
when they say this was all you had to do?
gasping for air the Balloon leeches off your incompetence
then- it --- pops...
run dear child your free
Alles is deurmekaar.
Soos 'n melkskomel wat nie wil meng ni.
Alles het bedaar...
Die skuim was daar.
Maar toe kom daai elektriese klitsmasjien om alles van voor deurmekaar te gooi.
Als was ok... Nou?
Nou woner ek maar net...
Wie presies is ek?
Inside of me there is only darkness...
a butterfly is fluttering by...
soft and free...
the sun shines-
the moon reflects-
incompareble yet one of the same...
how can i, a child of once forgotten warmth
-a moonbeam of the day-
ever feel the soft heat of love
daar is i hart
oopgebloei: vol lemme
woorde soos "nooit weer"
vlek die seer als was reg,
als was goed
nou is dit net vermink
-gekneus-
die hart le in vrees!
die tweede aanval gaan kom...
haat met die kern van liefde
maak mos die seerste
mismoedig angstig aleen uitgebrand,
-onthul-
geabdikeer van liefde
in kringe verdwaal
jou oe het altyd geblink
toe moes die tyd mos alles sink
vir die aande bly ek lewe!
die pyn word altyd geskrewe
onder verlore stede
battles and wars ---
alles verniet die
hart van verdriet
daar is geen antwoord
daar is geen hart
bybel swart. gestraf!
-onderdruk-
'n moord.
'n siel gekruisig
dit maak nie meer sin nie?
die lyf was NET 'n tempel
pyn deur gesyfer,
oppervlakkig verniel
-maar maar binne in?-
rein, by mekaar, solied en goed
pyn is nodig om te groei
maar pyn is ook ons grootste boei
i carved it in a tree
the love letters to thee...
its very real and true and sad- - -
hopeful... for thee
i picture us growing up the tree
holding hands walking down the lane
memories in a book.
pictures in our minds... and our tree.
i need for you to fall in love with me, forever.
to want me as your witnes,
to see me in your daughters eyes
just as i see you in my son
a commitment forever.
capture me, tame me...
my disease.
take my past take my future
give us now
hold me
i stole you
turned you into a seed
and now i'm hiding it in my stomach
it's mine and i took it
all for you
so that i could have
a tree forever holdin
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