Gebed
Kromgetrekte oumens hande, gevou in gebed,
Met kersvlam wat skadus gooi oor sy familie Bybel
waaruit geleer word van God se wet

“Here, hou u hand van beskerming oor my seun
die appel van my oog, oor wie my hart steeds ween
Advokaat, geagte man
maar al wat ons nou deel is ‘n van
Ek vra u asseblief, seën hom en sy gesin
En ook sy naastes en die wat hy bemin

Seën ook my dogter, die punt van my hart
maak haar gelukkig, neem weg haar smart
Vergewe haar al haar sondes, sy is nog so jonk
Verblind deur die liefde van ‘n aantreklike klonk

En dan is daar my vriende met harte van goud
mense van inbors, al is ons almal oud
Deel mekaar se vreugdes, verdriet en berou
Eendag sal hul help, om my graf te grou

Laastens bid ek vir myself
op my lewenspad, so sonder ‘n wederhelf
niemand om my hand vas te hou
styf teen my lyf in die winterkou

As dit U wil is, beskerm my vanaand
en bid ek vir goeie gesondheid, vir die res van die maand
‘n werkie sodat ek myself kan onderhou
‘n maaltyd of twee om die hongerpyne in toom te hou”

Blaas dood die flikkerende kersvlam
bêre die familie Bybel onder sy kop
ineengekrimp, dounat en klam
lê hy opgekrul en bewend in sy boks pandok

‘n Traan rol oor ‘n oumenswang
want saans, onder die sterre
dis wanneer hy na sy kinders verlang...

Fear

Fear appear, crippling, severe
Burning acid in my throat
Survival seems remote

Thousand livid bronzed beasts
Effusive in the streets, moving east
Innocent onlooker, trapped in rage
While protestors are taking the stage

More, more, more we want
Never satisfied, pushing to the front
Fists in the air, feet stamping on the ground
Shouting, screaming, singing, unbearable the sound

Fighting for their rights with inexcusable behaviour
Thinking that their unions will be their savoir
But all futile, only numbers on a list
For your employer, you no longer exist

Sad but true, poor you will stay
Because of the injustice of your own people...

Written: 11.7.2007

Just a little rhyme…

Sometimes life goes so fast that special moments don’t last and instead of saying something with meaning I rush off to go and do my cleaning So ,now I’ll take the time to write you just a little rhyme: I love your smile and your grey hairs even your faltering steps on the stairs listening to your adventures, sometimes insane I’m enjoying walking with you down your memory lane Don’t ever think that I don’t care Just because I’m seldom there Precious memories collected right from the start Know that I’m loving you with all my heart Written: 6.11.2008

Bipolar Where can I go, with my heart filled with sorrow Where can I hide, all this pain I feel inside Who will understand me, Who will be able to see Will be there to protect me, from the enemy inside of me Will you be the one to lead me to the light Will you be there to protect me in the night Will you be the one to help me in my fight Will you be the one standing next to me Side by side Will you be the one to guide me to the light In the long cold hours between midnight and morning I am fighting my inner demons, amongst other things A constant reminder, a sword over my head As I lay myself down in bed I belong to the dark lord of Bipolar Will you be the one to lead me to the light Will you be there to protect me in the night Will you be the one to help me in my fight Will you be the one standing next to me Side by side Will you be the one to guide me to the light Date created: 2009-12-01

Dierbare Vader

U is my Herder, my Lewe, my Heer
Sonder U is ek niks
Saam met U tot alles in staat

Voorsien in my behoeftes Heer
Gee my wat ek nodig het en nie wat ek begeer
Leer my van vrede en weer probeer
Van genade, liefde en eer

Open my oë; ek wil U liefde om my sien
Raak my aan Heer, ek wil U liefde voel
Neem my hart, sodat ek U wil kan doen

Laat ander U binne my lewe sien
Deur my hande U liefde voel
Deur my barmhartigheid U wil verstaan

Ek wil aan U voete sit en leer
My Here, my God, dis wat ek begeer
Al wat ek wil doen, is om U naam te eer

Verlossing

Ek bloei op papier
druppel
vir
druppel
in my donker uur

tussen ‘n duisend stukkies
versplinterde glas
op ‘n koue teel vloer

my liggaam is vuur
ek staar,
blind
na die wit muur

deur gebarste lippe
brand asem
oor
kakebeen van klip

ek sien spatsels
bloedrooi
teen wit

ek reik uit
raak lug,
alleen,
weggesmyt

waar is u, Heer
ek soek
verlossing
van my seer

roggel woorde
met laaste asem

dof staar haar oë

Woman in the mirror

I don't know who I am or who I want to be, I don't know what to do to set my spirit free, I feel so confused, my dreams so out of reach, and even though I try, I cannot build a bridge. Inner peace so hard to find, not just a simple state of mind, cross-roads and daily choices, I listen to my conscience and guiding voices, but sometimes I'm too afraid to dare, I rather stand back and stare. If only I could turn back time, if only I could change a written line, maybe then I would be me, someone who I wanted to be, looking into the mirror, into my soul, my reflection, I'll see whole. No more pain and sorrow in my eyes, no more empty promises and lies, I don't know who I am but I do know who I want to be The woman in the mirror, looking back at me...

Temptation

Suppressed in deepest subconscious categorized with childhood regret is born adult curiosity my actions not reflecting my true character Searching for my significance and purpose stumbling upon the exhilarating indefinite an undiscovered world at my fingertips unexplored, captivating, alluring Blazing obsession with the untried influencing my scrutiny of others manipulating my better judgment a submissive slave of temptation Enticed by promises of pleasured satisfaction the taste of fulfilment dripping from passionate lips discovering the forbidden fruits of desire, in ecstasy consuming eagerly from your essence, recklessly Punishment of consequence a distant fear... Written: 6.6.2007

Stolen Innocence

I hear him fiddle with the door The creaking of the passage floor As he finds his way once more I don't know what's for me in store. I hear his footsteps in my room Please God, it is too soon I had no time to escape Every time I am too late. His hands are impatient as he roves Pulling away the barrier of my clothes Taking what he needs from me Sexual pleasure setting him free. I've smelled the alcohol on his breath Making me feel dirty, like death Tears are dripping down my face Wishing that I was somewhere safe. As he turns to leave my room I promise myself that someday soon I will stop what's making me so sad Hugging myself I whisper, 'Good night, Dad!' Written : 31.5.2007