Ek dra my sonbrille in die aand sodat ek my naam kan vergeet, ek dra my masker sodat jy nie kan sien wat werklik in die donker weg kruip nie. Ek word wakker drie uur in die oggend net om te bad in die stilte wat die wêreld uit block. Ek sink dieper en onder water bly ek tot my longe lug soek. Die water … Continue reading Woorde

There is nothing more beautiful then sitting under the full moon, what I love is the feeling of light, this amazing bright light. Tonight Its a full moon and there is a lovely breeze. As I sit for the first time tonight, I can actually feel how tired my body is and how tired I feel, but not the sleepy tired, the tired I feel … Continue reading Full moon

By single candle light, I read poetry of people far away, I don’t know there faces only their words. By single candle light, I watch my smoke as I blow it out into the night sky, seems almost like a map to the stars. I ones send a kiss with a map to my heart, but you didn’t find me yet, unknown hero. By single … Continue reading By Single Candle light

Like the Strings of your Guitar. Continue reading Like the Strings of your Guitar

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Lank lank gelede het ‘n wolf uit ‘n venster gekyk en ‘n woud gevind… Daar is iets misterieus aan oer murasies wat ontdek word uit die bloute. Oer murasies is oral op ons planeet; van die piramides in lande soos Egipte, China en Mexico tot die ou oer murasie wat gevind is in Zimbabwe tot die freaky reuse koppe van Easter… Continue reading Pelgrims Tog Deel 5.5 (Steen)kringe in ‘n bos

Eindeloose OnbeheerDis soos verlate kamers in bewolkte weer, koud is die gevoel, en leeg soos die spasies,Lang gang, met eindeloose stories van wat was.Dis gedagtes van die son op jou gesig en die warm gevoel van die somer.. Dis verby, want jy word blameer, vir eindelose onbeheer.Dit word vervang met verkluimende hartseer,Dan begin jy terug dink en berou jou eindelose onbeheer.Nou sit jy aleen en … Continue reading Eindelose Onbeheer

Warrior with angel wings. Continue reading Warrior with angel wings

The spirit of a painting. Continue reading The spirit of a painting

Ek lê in my bed, die skaduwees speel met my, Klasvakie is awesig en ek kan nie slaap nie. Die dag kruip nader en die angs van my asem laat my moedeloos tyd dop hou. Bang vir die dag van moeg wees en die ure eindeloos voor my. Weke van emosies wat soos gypsies in die ronte daans om n vuur. Brand ek my eindelose … Continue reading Slaapeloos

At first i was a little freaked out, but after watching the video, i must say i am a fan now. It’s amazing, if i had the change, i would love to go there. Continue reading Asylum of the Birds in Zurich here in Jhb