emoceb dednilb yb siht eslaf, daed dlrow
eno rehtona dna os taht ym seye lliw ton
os taht ym seramthgin lliw rebmemer
htiw sti sekats dna skrofhctip
I lliw ekat siht eno thguoht
dias ot em I nod't deen taht.
no eht spets fo eht smelborp eht epoP
paehc nrop I'ev tog ym nwo legna
yllautnevE ew tsum etib a bmuht
tI saw elbaroda, dar dna gniaicurcxe.
tI saw gnitivni, dab, dna elbarolped.
tI saw elbirret, dam, dna gniticxe.
tI saw gniticxe, elbirret, dna dam.
tI saw dam, gniticxe, dna elbirret.
paehc nrop I'ev tog ym nwo smelborp.
I tup reh tuo fo reh yresim htiw ym nug. I nod't deen taht
fo eht tsal lanoitan lardehtaC, dias ot em.
na legna gnipar a daed nigriv no eht spets
yllautnevE ew tsum enibmoc smaerd
My love for you is boundless
Without edge or gate
It spreads across entirely
A never ending state
Deeper than an ocean
Higher than the sky
Sets my heart in motion
With thoughts of you and I
Together loving freely
How the days are long
Caught up in the whirlwind
Wrapped up in your song
In die dieptes van duisternis vind ek my pad,
Met 'n seer hart probeer ek die pyn weghou,
Deur die prisma van bottels probeer ek ontsnap,
In die arms van alkohol kry my hartseer vorm.
Met elke sluk verdrink ek my stille krete,
Maar die gevoelloosheid wat dit meebring, is 'n wrede vermomming,
In die amber gif soek ek skuiling en verligting,
Tog bind dit my stywer vas, wat net hartseer veroorsaak.
Die bottel word my troosmiddel, my vriend,
'n Bittersoet toevlug waar my probleme saamsmelt,
Maar die oggendlig openbaar die koste,
Terwyl ek worstel met die gevegte wat ek verloor het.
This morning, my heart beat like shoe sounds
Tak, Tok, Tak, Tok,
While I play the role of a gay
I am scared.
This afternoon, my heart sounds like a clock
Tik, Tak, Tik, Tak,
I am confused by hour
Running like horse
It suddenly flies in one gaze
Things in mind easily squandered.
This evening, it's getting serious
It sounds like cymbal and drum
Cling, Clang, Tom, Tom,
I'm a little happy for that.
This midnight, it sounds real
Tag, Tog, Tag, Tog,
It's an art
Of song and dance feast
No doubt, a music
For one who is in love.
*Reserata Carcerem XLIV*
Yore, chewed churning curse sewn sage -
ñ an urchin did he spit rasp rage;
ñ bounty bicycle had h' ridden.
Alas! Moist murk his tarred tog cl'ven.
Anon, tottered by th' urchin's sire,
'n' apt acumen rehearsed th' transpired.
Only t' know th' sewn sage for his sire -
his callous urchin smeared grandsire?
"Holla, sire.", sunny sire did quethe,
fanning wanky wind's sumptuous spree.
"Holla!", smothered sage sewn scarred runes,
but skittish urchin t' his sire flew.
Went then torn trio t' th' sage's eyry;
"Ruef'l thou'll be!", th' tune feral tongue leased.
'20:07:13:14:39
Note:
a) Of inky impatience.
b) Written apace with Middle English:
i) Yore - long ago
ii) Alas - sorrowful exclamation
iii) Anon - Immediately
iv) Sire - father
v) Quethe - say
c) The following are used with no syllabic consequences:
i) ñ - on
ii) h' - he
iii) 'n' - and
iv) t' - to
v) th' - the
vi) ruef'l - rueful
Within the confines
Of an infinite space,
An illusion of freedom
Looms over us.
We’re brainwashed as children,
Then live to die.
Anchors of trauma,
Curses of choice.
They keep us in place.
Yes, tell me.
Argue that I’m wrong.
“Stop being a cynic,
People aren’t all like that!”
You can say whatever,
But you can’t sway me.
My mind has already been made.
And in my reality,
.sdrawkcab lla ti tog ev‘uoY
Jou wens
Die vraag is ‘n stuk van my moed.
So asof ons dit albei weet.
‘n Druk van een, gee sonne-gloed
Ag, kon ‘n mens dit maar net meet?
Tog besef, my eensaamheid
die soektog na die wedren-uil
van jaloesie en afgunstigheid
wat binne in jou glimlag skuil.
Jou bede heel nogsteeds die tyd
Verlore paradyse weer gevind.
Koue weer kon dit nie keer
Onthou waar ons, ons toe bevind…
Mag jy die vreugde weer herleef
My broederskap jou hart in weef
Dalk sal jy weer dit verstaan?
Die weg waarlangs ek met jou gaan?
Soort soek soort
Soort soek soort
Voëls van ‘n veer
vergader tesame
weer en weer.
Ons beelde is nou
in aparte rame
Tog blyk dit soos een
naam van die selfde
soort, ja soek soort
Jy by die see
In my drome sien ek ‘n duidelike beeld
Van jou en hoe jy wandel langs die see
en die aandwind huil alweer verveeld
net voor die eerste ster sy glimlag gee
Donker kaalvoet spore sink diep in
nog dieper in die nat en koue sand
Ek verlang nou, en ek wens, besin
Ag, was jou spore maar in my hand
Die lang spore ry loop kronkelend
Soos wat jy vlug, en soos wat jy jaag
Weg van die bruisende gety
Oomblikke later – Die maanlig skuif verby
Die laaste sonlig weerkaats jou gesig
Al blink dit nogsteeds, steur dit nie jou sig
Jou een oog is oop, en steeds is hy droog
Tog wil daar trane uit alby oë kom.
‘n reguit ry spore vleg deur joune in
Iets jaag jou steeds
Of wie volg jou spore, waar het dit begin?
dalk kan dit ek wees?
Jou spoor is nog nie in myne gevlek
Die strand lê nog ver vorentoe uitgestrek…
Like debris then that clutches rolling logs,
this fit of time ensnares like demogues.
What e'er was wholesome, now in total fog
does placate for it's venture, fanfares bog!
Aye, celebrate the venture, 'morrow's clog
will by the neck's redemptor's cost with smog,
the Monarchy's indenture, total flog
will strip away your mention, your works . . . rogue!
Then give you no attention, your need's ~ dog
to grind you to dimension less than cog.
This tree to birth did bring, your cutting's tog
was gathered for wealth's pension ~ your's they hog ~
And thereby River tossed, like . . . . rolling logs!
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