In a Far off summer

These are the fields, bushes and trees
where a boy cried heartbroken
in a far off summer,

when the bull
swiped his darling filly
with its horns
while she was drinking
at the trough

and that horse fell twitching
on her back
with her guts ripped out
and she had to be shot
and his older brother
brought the.303 rifle
with only one bullet

and was determined
to take the shot,
but the filly moved her head
and the bullet when up her nose

and there was blood everywhere
while she neighed in pain
and he ran as fast as he could
while weeping
to get some more bullets

and without a word
took the rifle from his older brother
put a bullet in the slot and cocked it
brought the firearm to his shoulder
and took a deep breath
before squeezing the trigger.

His favourite horse was slain
and the pain was great
and almost unbearable for him
and his brother tried to comfort
but there wasnt anything
that he could do or say
to take that pain away.

Flames

I see flames coming out of a Ratel IFV
and how smoke vapours rises from it,
while its shot out
where its captured by a minefield.

Bleeding and burning comrades die
and their names and faces,
are burnt into my mind.

Even if I rise my eyes
to the heaven
I still cannot understand
till this day,
why some had to pay
such an expensive price
and precisely what their lives bought.

Its something to die in honour,
but another thing to life
in a country

Even Though

Even though a new government
is in place,
in Soweto, Alexandra and Mamelodi
there are still hungry children
playing in the streets.

Even though BEE and opportunity
knocks on every black mans door,
hungered out dogs
still prowl the streets
and gangs of criminals
do not have respect
for any law at all
and steal and kill
and society in a way
is much worst than it was before.

Even though black politicians rule
the Filemons, the Thabos and most
other black men
still do the jobs
that they did before
and most of those
that now work for the government
do not know
how to work at all.

Even though mister Nelson Mandela is free
and in Dar es-Salaam
a statue of a black man
breaks its chains
and freedom is proclaimed
to be everywhere in this country,
freedom does not really matter
when a nation still lives in poverty
and corruption makes some people
more free than others
know how to be.

20th century

Farms are burned down to the ground
and cattle slaughter just there in the fields,
while a super power forces women and children
into concentration camps to kill them there.

Railway tracks run crisscross over the country
and galloping horses and oxen pulling wagons
are replaced by roaring cars, lorries
and motorbikes
and people follow technology
as if its the new god.

When the stock exchange folds
people jump from the windows of buildings,
while they are out of their wits,
as if they have got wings.

Germans march past
and thousands in crowds
are giving a sigh heil salute

and in a peculiar way stay ignorant
about millions of Jews that are robbed
and killed,
as if they did not exist.

Bombers let bombs dropp like rain
on Britain and rockets
hit London almost unstoppable

and in the icy Russian winter
the Germans are reminded that they are humans
and from Stalingrad they are driven back

until the Russians claim some of Berlin
and half of Germany
as their domain
and almost every women there gets raped

and America drops the bomb on Hiroshima
and another time on Nagasaki
and their enemies are molten, burned and radiated

and after this war jets cross the skies,
rockets go to the moon
where man stands like a god.
 
Its the age were young boys
are shot into peaces in Vietnam, in Namibia
and Angola are sent to war,
where people loose respect for God
and try to solve everything with science,
where man becomes godly in his own eyes

and I wonder what the almighty God
thinks about this
while man is turn the earth to ruins
and are filling the cup
of the wrath of God?

Twinkle Twinkle Little Star

Twinkle twinkle, little star,

How I wonder what you are!

Up above the world so high,

Lik a diamond in th sky.

Twinkle twinkle, little star,

How I wonder what you are!

I Am Not A Perfect Person

I'm not a perfect person,

i make a lot of mistakes.

But i really appreciate those people 

Who stay with me after

Knowing how i really am....

Beauty

Beauty isn't about having a pretty face.

It's about having a pretty mind, 

pretty heart 

and pretty soul

Silent Whispers

The look in your eyes
are tranquil like the bluest skies

yet there is something chilling
running up and down my spine,
while I yearn to make you mine,
as if so intense this feelings is killing

any resistance that I have against you,
against this attraction being true.

The fire of the smile on your lips
the sublime movement of your hips
come with silent whispers
while away all my resistance slips

and I need you to kiss or chill me,
with scorn or the loveliest tranquility,

into my innermost core I want you to enter in,
I want to meet you with something deeper than just skin
take you somewhere that we have not gone before
but only if you truly love me, our companionship will begin.

7 Lovely Logics

1. Make peace with your past
so it dosen't spoil your present.

2. What others Think of you is
     None of your Business

3. Time Heals Almost Everything
     Give the Time,Some Time.

4. No one is the Reason of your Happiness
    Except you yourself.

5. Don't compare your Life with others,
You have No idea what their journey is all about.

6. Stop Thinking too much,
Its Alright not to know all the Answers.

7. Smile, you don't own
all the Problems in the World

A Cape Town Winter Day

The day is icy, grey,
drawn closed, as heavy as lead and wet,
with a southeaster that grabs
that searches for somewhere to hold on to

with bricks, oak trees, razor sharp glass
that is jerked loose in its grip,
with paper bags that are ascending in line
to come down somewhere else in the ocean,

where seagulls continually angrily screech,
are searching for an own escape and continually do curse.

A Brown Rock-Pigeon, Flutters Just Past The Porch

A brown rock-pigeon, flutters just past the porch
picks up some small insects from the mown lawn
from where it continually calls its mate,
at a distance sparrows splash in water.

An auburn colour flames in the sun
stretching right over some gleaming feathers
while he keeps on catching tiny insects,
before his cooing attracts some more doves.

Yellow weavers chatter in the branches,
they fly whistling from one branch to another,
they are charming pied coloured females
that are basking under the hot bright sun.

the sun stretches shadows all over me,
in the distance theres thunder roaring.

Life Is A One Time Offer

"Life is a one time offer, use it well"