tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-346017242024-03-05T08:14:42.961+02:00write pause --- snaplife, the universe and photographyAnonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14336479295894939153noreply@blogger.comBlogger16125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34601724.post-4857176008117832852016-04-29T15:16:00.004+02:002016-04-29T15:16:25.465+02:00the art of fishing<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
<span style="background-color: white;"><span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px;">i want to catch your sighs in my net </span><br style="border-radius: 0px !important; font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px;" /><span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px;">and reel, </span><br style="border-radius: 0px !important; font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px;" /><span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px;">your locked-in, </span><br style="border-radius: 0px !important; font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px;" /><span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px;">safe-tight shut, </span><br style="border-radius: 0px !important; font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px;" /><span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px;">bus-depot locker thoughts. </span><br style="border-radius: 0px !important; font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px;" /><span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px;">with baited hooks </span><br style="border-radius: 0px !important; font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px;" /><span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px;">and fastidious, patient rod </span><br style="border-radius: 0px !important; font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px;" /><br style="border-radius: 0px !important; font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px;" /><span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px;">and if, i manage to lure you </span><br style="border-radius: 0px !important; font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px;" /><span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px;">with my chosen form of bait </span><br style="border-radius: 0px !important; font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px;" /><span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px;">i will remove each scale (of thought) </span><br style="border-radius: 0px !important; font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px;" /><span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px;">and attach them to my aortic pipe </span><br style="border-radius: 0px !important; font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px;" /><span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px;">using your vitreous jelly, </span><br style="border-radius: 0px !important; font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px;" /><span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px;">and your green tinted iris’s </span><br style="border-radius: 0px !important; font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px;" /><span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px;">to lock me into each frame of your viewfinder </span><br style="border-radius: 0px !important; font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px;" /><span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px;">as i zoom in on the meshed grays and reds, </span><br style="border-radius: 0px !important; font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px;" /><span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px;">in order to nourish my desire to dissect, </span><br style="border-radius: 0px !important; font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px;" /><span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px;">each upturned lip, </span><br style="border-radius: 0px !important; font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px;" /><span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px;">coarse sexy laugh, and intense soft stare. </span><br style="border-radius: 0px !important; font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px;" /><span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px;">i want to suck the blood from your raw flesh </span><br style="border-radius: 0px !important; font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px;" /><span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px;">and leave your lemon-squeezed afrikerdom politeness </span><br style="border-radius: 0px !important; font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px;" /><span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px;">as scraps to the vultures. </span><br style="border-radius: 0px !important; font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px;" /><span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px;">i want to savour your ultimate truth</span></span></div>
Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14336479295894939153noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34601724.post-41450093660341564292016-04-29T15:15:00.003+02:002016-04-29T15:15:26.785+02:00grams (a poem for my gran)<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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<span style="background-color: white;"><span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px;">where did it go? </span><br style="border-radius: 0px !important; font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px;" /><span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px;">your perfume and my small face </span><br style="border-radius: 0px !important; font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px;" /><span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px;">that lay burrowed in crevices of wrinkled skin, </span><br style="border-radius: 0px !important; font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px;" /><span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px;">against the curve,</span><br style="border-radius: 0px !important; font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px;" /><span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px;">where they fold, </span><br style="border-radius: 0px !important; font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px;" /><span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px;">at the nape of your neck, </span><br style="border-radius: 0px !important; font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px;" /><span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px;">just up, from your gold star of david.</span><br style="border-radius: 0px !important; font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px;" /><br style="border-radius: 0px !important; font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px;" /><span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px;">breathe in sweat pea and cinnamon </span><br style="border-radius: 0px !important; font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px;" /><span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px;">breathe out comfort, </span><br style="border-radius: 0px !important; font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px;" /><span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px;">not reserved for thundery nights only,</span><br style="border-radius: 0px !important; font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px;" /><span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px;">where did the time go? </span><br style="border-radius: 0px !important; font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px;" /><span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px;">November seems a long time ago,</span><br style="border-radius: 0px !important; font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px;" /><span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px;">smarties colouring the tips of your fingers </span><br style="border-radius: 0px !important; font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px;" /><span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px;">disappeared like wednesday nights of sha na na </span><br style="border-radius: 0px !important; font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px;" /><span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px;">and sunday's double thick chocolate milkshakes at café wein, </span><br style="border-radius: 0px !important; font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px;" /><span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px;">large, sagging breasts pushed against me in a hug, </span><br style="border-radius: 0px !important; font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px;" /><span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px;">wrapped my world into soft fatty pockets </span><br style="border-radius: 0px !important; font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px;" /><br style="border-radius: 0px !important; font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px;" /><span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px;">i miss maraschino cherries and trifles, </span><br style="border-radius: 0px !important; font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px;" /><span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px;">the occasional stale slivered almond, </span><br style="border-radius: 0px !important; font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px;" /><span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px;">even your uninspiring bolognaise would be ok </span><br style="border-radius: 0px !important; font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px;" /><span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px;">if i could just say hello. </span><br style="border-radius: 0px !important; font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px;" /><span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px;">Where did you go? 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Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14336479295894939153noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34601724.post-74925628078773199472014-09-28T19:20:00.002+02:002014-09-29T11:40:23.332+02:00umlungu<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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<span style="color: #1f497d; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 8.5pt;">Y</span><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 8.5pt;">our talking<span style="color: #1f497d;">,</span></span><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 8.5pt;"><br />incessant jabbering,<br />speaking out<span style="color: #1f497d;">,</span> or whatever you call it,<br /><span style="color: #1f497d;">the</span> public processing of my vulnerabilities<br />my shortcomings,<br />a viewing of the chains that bind me to this her<span style="color: #1f497d;">-</span>history<br />orally,<br />in decibels louder<span style="color: #1f497d;">,</span><br />and decibels more annoying than the next person,<br />yes vocally, on the worlds stage<br />your big mouth is trumpeting loudly<br />the music stripping me naked,<br />Eve looking for a leaf<br />to <span style="color: #1f497d;">cover </span>my shame,<span style="color: #1f497d;"><u></u><u></u></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 8.5pt;">guilty as charged </span><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 8.5pt;"><br />my herstory<br />exhibited before the masses<br />clothed in the past<br />clothed in my pale skin<br />my <span class="il" style="background: rgb(255, 255, 204);">blemished</span>, yes we all know whites age so much quicker, privileged skin<br />that i didn't ask for,<br />but did i complain about either?<br />Did I stand up to be counted, did I unlock the chain of apathy<span style="color: #1f497d;">?</span><br />I wish I was perfect but instead i want to be alone<br />i want to hide from reality<br />too black to be white<br />too white to be black<br />who are my people really?<br />fallen between the cracks of here and there<br />i can't represent the majority<br />i don't represent the minority<br /><span style="color: #1f497d;">to </span>forgive the transgressions of the past<br />without hating myself<br />how to move on,<br />without forgetting history<br />is it possible to be proud of <b>who</b> i am<br />instead of ashamed of <b>what</b> i am </span></div>
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Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14336479295894939153noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34601724.post-85029888673730010462011-09-14T08:59:00.005+02:002011-09-14T09:04:48.927+02:00stubborn<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
I know I am stubborn I could do with some humbling,<br />
but when I think of giving in I can feel myself tumbling.<br />
Something to substantiate my lack of perfection<br />
I take it to seriously,<br />
I see it as r-e-j-e-c-t-i-o-n....<br />
I could not face your correction.<br />
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I try to imagine I have no flaws,<br />
my fantasy shattered by slamming doors.<br />
I can no longer defend what it is I now have to mend.<br />
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Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14336479295894939153noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34601724.post-73940917366193126102011-09-04T06:24:00.000+02:002011-09-04T06:24:10.794+02:00PMS Hammer<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">It started like this;<br />
The cat (Spike) was scratching my quilt,<br />
A leg sent her flying as the alarm went off,<br />
tripping out of bed,<br />
and stubbing a toe down the stairs,<br />
waiting at the bottom;<br />
2 dogs with wagging tails (Zuki and Nuno),<br />
and dog piss on the new carpet<br />
= one body boiling on a hot stove.<br />
<br />
Screaming “FERK, shit,<br />
Where is the sponge?<br />
Get out the fucking house,<br />
shoo”, shrieks, “get out the fucking house!”<br />
Confused black and tan faces race out the sliding door,<br />
And tails cease to wag.<br />
<br />
Get the dogs’ food bowl,<br />
sharp stones pierce my bare feet.<br />
“Shit, where are my fucking shoes?”<br />
Shouting and grinding teeth;<br />
no brain, no kick start, lobotomy please.<br />
The helper is one minute late,<br />
stabbing at my watch,<br />
“I told you not to be late!”<br />
<br />
Slam the car door,<br />
and drive past the DVD shop,<br />
remembering the DVD’s 10 minutes post the fact,<br />
when three of them stare back at me.<br />
Angry fingers drum on the steering wheel,<br />
slow assholes drive close to the middle of the road<br />
“move over mother fucker,<br />
father’s bastard,<br />
jissee!”, hands fly.<br />
“Can you not see this is a hand signal, wanker?<br />
Move over!”<br />
Wheels burn rubber,<br />
Over a solid white line.<br />
Evil side GLARE,<br />
Shaking head,<br />
(oblivious fucker),<br />
And me,<br />
the scary road rage bleeder.<br />
<br />
At the office;<br />
Grunt at colleagues,<br />
And avoid looking at stray dog hair,<br />
an amused soul offers Nine inch Nails,<br />
Trent Reznor relief?<br />
“No thanks,” sweetly, (fucker),<br />
bullet in my head,<br />
rage, rage<br />
enraged.<br />
<br />
The computer chugs along<br />
“hurry up”,<br />
thoughts of plastic and glass,<br />
fast forward,<br />
plastic and a hammer<br />
speed x 4, x 10, x 20<br />
chuck the fucker against the wall<br />
a big hammer,<br />
breaks the sound barrier,<br />
lack of iron in the blood?<br />
Then how does heavy metal pulsate through my veins?<br />
I take the computer<br />
And bashing it against the wall,<br />
either side supported by each hand,<br />
in a tight fist,<br />
as though it were the head of all perpetrators,<br />
smashing it into smithereens<br />
over and over, smash, smash.<br />
Such a bitter-sweet chocolate vision<br />
The shards fall at my feet,<br />
I take the hammer and on my knees,<br />
reduce it to a pile of inconsequential plastic and<br />
unrecognisable shattered glass, scattered<br />
and splintered into my palm<br />
glistening with fresh red drops.<br />
Head-hammer-glass,<br />
Glass,<br />
Head,<br />
Hammer.<br />
<br />
“Don’t look at me<br />
Don’t talk to me,<br />
Don’t even think...<br />
about me.” *hiss*</div>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14336479295894939153noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34601724.post-81608807734719982212011-09-04T05:58:00.000+02:002011-09-04T05:58:37.904+02:00peggy<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;">You rushed in;</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;">Took me by surprise</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;">Flooding the dam wall,</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;">Flooding the river banks.</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;">I am letting you wash everything away</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;">Sometimes you are hard like plated glass</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;">and I want to hold your hand,</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;">there is sadness that lies like dull puddles</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;">In the corners of your eyes</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;">Can I stroke your cheek?</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;">I don’t want to be slammed up against you,</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;">You can be so crazy,</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;">driven like a rabid animal</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;">obsessed, blinded, lightning, thunder</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;">full of bravado and puffed up feathers</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;">Sometimes it’s better to move out of your way</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;">I don’t want to cut you,</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;">You have so many scars</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;">So many disappointments</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;">Your child needs shelter, healing</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;">A place to sleep where you can find peace in your dreams;</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;">Undrugged,</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;">Unpassified,</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;">Unconditioned,</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;">Unbrainwashed,</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;">Uncontained.</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;">Yesterday you looked so small</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;">I wanted to envelop you</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;">Wrap my arms around you a thousand times</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;">Each embrace gentle as the flitting wings of a butterfly</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;">blowing freedom through the tips of your fingers like a soft wind</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;">if only I could make your monsters go away.</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;">Sometimes you look so big</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;">strong, clever, determined</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;">No one can hold you back</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;">tough like an elephant bull</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;">sad, you don’t use your own strength to love yourself</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;">You give it away to others, </div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;">sell it for cheap.</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;">Leaving yourself the dregs for survival</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;">Sometimes you overwrought with fever</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;">Like there is a devil in you</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;">And you grasp at me</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;">Looking for someone else</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;">Hiding in my kisses,</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;">I don’t see you in those moments</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;">You aren’t there.</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;">Who are you?</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;">Drop your guard</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;">What are you looking for?</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;">Drop your walls</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;">Stop</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;">Listen</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;">Drop your preconceived notions</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;">Judgements</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;">Drop your past</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;">Be still.</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;">Take my hand</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;">Maybe you can learn to trust me?</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;">Maybe I can learn to trust you.</div></div>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14336479295894939153noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34601724.post-44744769460263513182011-09-04T05:55:00.000+02:002014-09-28T19:41:06.812+02:00Your Edge<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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<br /></div>
Your Edge..<br />
<br />
Your edge scares me; <br />
when sharpened with anger, <br />
how do things get so muddled, <br />
we slice ourselves into the confusion. <br />
<br />
The puppy needs food, water and shelter <br />
a few jabs too, <br />
what is the smile of its tail- <br />
worth to you? <br />
<br />
Your edge excites me; <br />
when serrated with laughter. <br />
spectator of your eyes, tell me your story? <br />
You watch mine too, and say; sad. <br />
They too have their own story. <br />
<br />
I say; look, I am the moon <br />
You say no, you see the sun. <br />
I point to the stars, they light only in dark <br />
See, there is no day without night. <br />
<br />
It weakens me; the sound of my name, <br />
a van gogh on your lips <br />
there sits an echo - in my ear <br />
and placed against me, <br />
the cool edge sharpened and serrated <br />
profusely, I begin to bleed.<br />
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Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14336479295894939153noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34601724.post-13478969494340457252007-11-27T09:58:00.001+02:002007-11-27T10:18:03.395+02:00Breaking the Silence (for 16 days)On Sunday afternoons,<br />It was her father’s friend The family favourite;<br />“He’s so good with the children,” they said<br />The one who stole youth from the young.<br />And the cousin - the elder, boy, cousin<br />The one who liked her to play in his room<br />With the door closed.<br />No one noticed he was too old for “playing”<br /><br />It was a Sunday night,<br />and he, a complete stranger to her.<br />She a young woman, alone in the night<br />Who carried within her, a world of possibilities<br />“What was she doing there anyway, what was she wearing?”<br />“Was she drunk?” the infamous they, the black hole, they would say<br />As they recount the story of what was taken from her,<br />On a library pavement,<br />Where I spent my childhood years drinking in the innocence,<br />of Judy Blume and Nancy Drew.<br /><br />For her, it was Sunday mornings<br />In the house of God<br />Defiled by the devil himself,<br />Approved by the highest universal authority,<br />Protected by the pact of silence,<br />“This will be our little secret,”<br />“No one will believe you anyway.”<br />A little girl who had not been taught the language of emancipation,<br />still bound in her adulthood she cries;<br />“Mama, was I bad mama?”<br /><br />Everyday for her, it was,<br />Her father,<br />Who took her as a wife At age 11,<br />Becoming the mother of three.<br />A mother to her own siblings<br />Before the blood and pubic hair of her womanhood<br />Had touched the fabric of her panties<br />As she lay in the big bed<br />And got to drive a big car at age 11<br /><br />Breaking the silence<br />Shattering this non-reality<br />To see the scars inflicted by the cycle of abuse<br />That which cannot be seen when we silence the voices<br />In lies that we feed ourselves<br />To see that which does not always bear visible marks<br />As women walk alone in the darkAnonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14336479295894939153noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34601724.post-29823438349648475852007-05-22T04:39:00.000+02:002007-05-22T16:43:03.706+02:00sometimes you have to start back at the beginningthe place of departure and the destination remain the same<br /><br />apologies to margaret atwood for this blatant plagiary<br /><br /><strong>You Begin </strong><br /><em>by Margaret Atwood</em><br /><br />You begin this way:<br />this is your hand,<br />this is your eye,<br />that is a fish, blue and flat<br />on the paper, almost<br />the shape of an eye.<br />This is your mouth, this is an O<br />or a moon, whichever<br />you like. This is yellow.<br />Outside the window<br />is the rain, green<br />because it is summer, and beyond that<br />the trees and then the world,<br />which is round and has only<br />the colors of these nine crayons.<br />This is the world, which is fuller<br />and more difficult to learn than I have said.<br />You are right to smudge it that way<br />with the red and then<br />the orange: the world burns.<br />Once you have learned these words<br />you will learn that there are more<br />words than you can ever learn.<br />The word hand floats above your hand<br />like a small cloud over a lake.<br />The word hand anchors<br />your hand to this table,<br />your hand is a warm stone<br />I hold between two words.<br />This is your hand, these are my hands, this is the world,<br />which is round but not flat and has more colors<br />than we can see.<br />It begins, it has an end,<br />this is what you will<br />come back to, this is your hand.Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14336479295894939153noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34601724.post-1551517275233059332007-05-20T10:36:00.000+02:002007-05-20T10:41:41.421+02:00Welcome to our world Dylan James Robert<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhkJ5lRAjg5AeUTdTZo5W64PhWydLt4BdLnF0It4UmbPszbwy7cFNJNp4zkRyIGfkspVXucCPRf-JSke6PjfTJwiFrTi4m7D-LosTGTJwDwqktRWBuPxyRK9lZpsQ8piYPJFM7MUg/s1600-h/lolidylan.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5066559624346046402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhkJ5lRAjg5AeUTdTZo5W64PhWydLt4BdLnF0It4UmbPszbwy7cFNJNp4zkRyIGfkspVXucCPRf-JSke6PjfTJwiFrTi4m7D-LosTGTJwDwqktRWBuPxyRK9lZpsQ8piYPJFM7MUg/s200/lolidylan.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div>It doesn't get more engleeeeeeeeeeesh than this...</div><div> </div><div>My first blood nephew welcome to the world! It's sad because my sis is so far from me... it's hard the older you get when all these "family" things start happening in the family and your are separated by hours by plane... and $$$ etc... I am sad I wont get to see this little guy growing up much.... he might even be jetting to Singapore soon to live there..but i am so glad he's in the world...</div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14336479295894939153noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34601724.post-26333986098151056232007-05-07T10:52:00.000+02:002007-05-07T12:35:35.994+02:00Vinnie 14/02/2007 -7/05/2007<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjoHsKjD6eAg1FuyHz5ukG6n_gk-dGMxNl2o79zItLx5MvUcMl7i1b0qg-iZJ4-1EeehtjoyEEeaVP33b33ULqCwQ6QRd7EEfr_dkY_FR3HYv_3n7NZgfwFrpi9k22bao-fMUo0DA/s1600-h/vinnie1.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5061741092627752034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjoHsKjD6eAg1FuyHz5ukG6n_gk-dGMxNl2o79zItLx5MvUcMl7i1b0qg-iZJ4-1EeehtjoyEEeaVP33b33ULqCwQ6QRd7EEfr_dkY_FR3HYv_3n7NZgfwFrpi9k22bao-fMUo0DA/s200/vinnie1.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div></div><div></div><div>Unfortunately, this is goodbye. The vet called me this morning, and he said to me that this little puppy is really suffering. I have seen this puppy suffering since Wednesday last week. He was almost emaciated, his body was in pain and he had literally been vomiting for 6 days and he was such a small little guy. After seeing the drip in his leg the pipe in his nose, and yesterday a blood transfusion, he's gone through so much. They said they have done everything they could possibly do for him and he is just not responding to the medication and they suggested he get put "to sleep". </div><br /><div></div><div>Everything inside of me at this point wants to scream, I've come this far with him but I cannot possibly let this little guy suffer anymore, so I have agreed to this. I cannot keep him alive because I want him to be a part of mine and Ali's family.</div><br /><div></div><div>Little Vinnie, it was a pleasure to know you for such a short time. Thank you for coming into my life, even in that short time you taught me something and I'm setting you free into that better place so that you dont have to suffer anymore.</div><br /><div></div><br /><div>Luckily Tears have offered to cover all the costs I have incurred which is really nice of them. I just thought I would mention that in this obituary. </div>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14336479295894939153noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34601724.post-78767423672298644712007-04-26T08:57:00.000+02:002007-04-26T09:04:03.411+02:00salt..<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEghSDcZpRGHi_OZBO4Q9Qb9lOsqLJOSC7aeUjyX6hwxuH8OsB_jD0ODiSkXIyXTt7lTmhL8CFUSs_xdTix-E_HgZkWbCXDsjOUJLmi2HYcenX84TIfGWzANAnpcI4cEDbJ8f9WYCw/s1600-h/kittyhome.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEghSDcZpRGHi_OZBO4Q9Qb9lOsqLJOSC7aeUjyX6hwxuH8OsB_jD0ODiSkXIyXTt7lTmhL8CFUSs_xdTix-E_HgZkWbCXDsjOUJLmi2HYcenX84TIfGWzANAnpcI4cEDbJ8f9WYCw/s200/kittyhome.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5057628781700916210" /></a><br />yes i know i have repeatedly posted this poem of mine lot, but I haven't posted it in this blog yet and its really the theme of my life right now..i wrote it for a stranger... <br /><br />salt <br /> to a stranger... <br /><br />Sitting here,<br />Im listening <br />it's my friend’s voice, <br />she’s telling me a story, <br />recounting a moment <br />so void of caring <br />and the tears start to fall. <br />I’m choked up, <br />face clenched into a fisted heart <br />I push hard to keep my eyes shut <br />but through the cracks they come pounding, <br />flooding, damn (these)walls, <br />and i think to myself,<br />stranger your story has touched me, <br />I wish my tears could reach you <br />so that you could taste the caringAnonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14336479295894939153noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34601724.post-66728706898417834592007-04-24T04:15:00.000+02:002007-04-25T16:16:22.312+02:00Poetry; a weapon against mass conditioningI am posting an portion of this here, its called Poetry is Dangerous....<br /><br /><em>"My body exists politically in a way I can not prevent. For a moment today, without even knowing it, driving away from campus in my little beetle, exhausted after a day of teaching, listening to Justin Timberlake on the radio, I ceased to be a person when a man I had never met looked straight through me and saw the violence in his own heart.".</em> <br /><br /><br />to read more... go here <a href="http://www.kazimali.com">Kazimali</a>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14336479295894939153noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34601724.post-56342554300820316772007-04-24T03:56:00.000+02:002007-04-24T16:12:23.787+02:00Where The Rainbow Ends - Richard Rive<a href="http://i17.photobucket.com/albums/b59/goldwhispers/rondeboschmorning.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px;" src="http://i17.photobucket.com/albums/b59/goldwhispers/rondeboschmorning.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a><br />There's going to be a place, brother,<br />Where the world can sing all sorts of songs,<br />And we're going to sing together, brother,<br />You and I, though you're white, and I'm not.<br />It's going to be a sad song, brother,<br />Because we don't know the tune,<br />And it's a difficult tune to learn.<br />But we can learn, brother, you and I.<br />There's no such tune as a black tune.<br />There's no such tune as a white tune.<br />There's only music, brother,<br />And it's music we're going to sing<br />Where the rainbow ends.Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14336479295894939153noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34601724.post-64171928670900335082007-04-23T09:34:00.000+02:002007-04-30T12:59:36.165+02:00Le Beach Nuno<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgbRkU6Qx5eiHcjocof_L1aBHdPZBhHTw5sHtMPu-vOLqGJlvgLbla2zksG70VPywgBaS92hWFbZjle8oCtvhSHgOIGzidmKFafBhszCH_65KGoQU9xHfexixkEAxvlj-vAOXDVfQ/s1600-h/nuno.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5056574203181715682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgbRkU6Qx5eiHcjocof_L1aBHdPZBhHTw5sHtMPu-vOLqGJlvgLbla2zksG70VPywgBaS92hWFbZjle8oCtvhSHgOIGzidmKFafBhszCH_65KGoQU9xHfexixkEAxvlj-vAOXDVfQ/s320/nuno.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br />Ho-ok, so its Saturday on Fishhoek beach.<br /><br />Kids are building sandcastles and dashing in and out of waves, this is when Nuno and I hit the beach.<br /><br />First Stop Nuno: She runs into the ocean, and amongst crashing waves, blatantly takes a dump in the water.... I closed my eyes playing ostrich, cringing, dying, can a sand dune please cover me right now. Typical Nuno, you bring a plastic bag to the beach and she doesn't shit. You forget to bring one and she does.. or shits where you can't get to it.<br /><br />Next Stop: She bounds up to an fragile looking old woman, whose half hunched over... and stops dead just a few feet away from her, the look on her face... priceless. Nuno is such a tease.<br /><br />Last Stop: A little kid in the water, probably no more than three years old. Nuno springboks into the water towards the kid. I am busy smsing Ally while out of the corner of my eye I see this. I promptly atart running after Nuno into the water clothes and all, which in hindsight was probably not such a good idea because the kid then started to plough his way through the water towards his dad screaming. Nuno who is now even more excited is still bounding towards the kid and is completely ignoring my desperate shouting (actually this is probably egging her on). It was horrific. Finally I get hold of her, I am almost up to my waist in water, I grab her by the collar and plop, my cellphone falls into the sea.<br /><br />Lol! What a trip having a crazy dog.Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14336479295894939153noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34601724.post-1159445472427797962006-09-28T02:09:00.000+02:002007-04-26T10:02:01.552+02:00Namhlanje (TODAY)It’s the bent key,<br />in future's door<br />from where you standing,<br />on past’s floor.<br /><br />It’s the hurt you live and relive again,<br />cried to many tears to alleviate this pain<br />Cried to many tears and from tears I refrain.<br /><br />My need is freshly minted, newly cut,<br />the cold steel burns into this rut.<br />Take down this picture of me standing alone,<br />the print is all too familiar, its probably etched in stone.<br />The print leaves me hungry, Ethiopia to the bone.<br /><br />Leave it on the heap, top of the rubble,<br />where I sat unpacking the lies,<br />I have no regrets, it was with humanness I tried<br />And with humanness, that it all died.<br /><br />I am taking up new territory, I am marking it like a man<br />I am stabbing at this pattern<br />Like pre-1990 ANC ban.<br />I am becoming my own fan…<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiQZlHRST39hiOteGe6WOFUyLStqTOpGLdbTVC_iqjgXlnToBaQ_hqBPDGdv5kU7PwBoWIqJaNp-VETuoHTiDRx2kII6w_6qYe6XsTTD2gXvanCCeMLMMCCCzdx6E_oQ_aEIdwbSQ/s1600-h/screen.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiQZlHRST39hiOteGe6WOFUyLStqTOpGLdbTVC_iqjgXlnToBaQ_hqBPDGdv5kU7PwBoWIqJaNp-VETuoHTiDRx2kII6w_6qYe6XsTTD2gXvanCCeMLMMCCCzdx6E_oQ_aEIdwbSQ/s200/screen.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5056983728313389330" /></a>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14336479295894939153noreply@blogger.com0