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Ek het jou lief
Ek het jou lief , nie net vir wat jy is nie ,
maar vir wat ek word waneer ek by jou is .
ek het jou lief nie net vir die hoogtes wat jy bereik nie
maar vir die hoogtes waarheen jy my lei.
Ek het jou lief , vir die goeie dinge wat jy in my na vore bring.
Ek het jou lief, omdat jy al my swakhede oorsien wat ek niekan mis kyk nie,
en omdat jy die lig en verborge skoonheid in my raak sien
wat ander nie die moeite doen om te vind nie.
Ek het jou lief, omdat jy die moontlikheid van swakheid in my igroneer
en omdat jy slegs agslaan op die moontlikheid van goeie in my.
Ek het jou lief omdat jy jou ore sluit vir die wan klanke in my
, en eeder vir my musiek vir die lewe bring.
Ek het jou lief omdat jy my help met die balke in my lewe
sodat ek eendag 'n tempel daarmee kan bou.
Ek het jou lief omdat jy daarin geslaag het om my gelukkig te maak
waneer ek nie eers wou smile nie.
jy het dit gedoen . . . Nie deur aanraking nie .... Sonder 'n teken ... Net deur jou self te wees.
ek het jou onvoorwaardelik lief?
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Nothing but love.
multifaceted in its structure
physical, emotional , intellectual and spiritual
the four being a prerequisite .
It's the all encompassing warmth
a complete understanding.
mind, body and soul in unison .
The joy of sharing one each other`s accomplishments
and in turn have a witness to your own proudest days.
The mystery of cherishing just that one person
The pure pleasure that comes from silent times
The willingness to love
and the capacity to be loved
as if the sun were warming both sides at once .
for a brief moment time stands still
and for that one night the stars allign
we found love.
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A Winter tale.
oh Winter – how you often linger long,
what windswept elements you deal;
your cold dark chamber does my spirit feel.
your shivering grip of uncheerfull thoughts is strong.
and often in your shadows I belong -
a land of phantoms that appears often real.
But now a warm and gentle wind I feel,
and hear the choristers of the morning song,
foretelling Spring's arrival; I was wrong,
the morning of the year with beauty gleams,
and nature with a thousand words in seems.
Untruthful is the winter of the mind -
not like half remembered dreams I can find,
A verdant field I wander – quiet, still.
I keep the winter memory near
and sing in darkness - none will hear
A sweet sweet winters tale a girl leave.
and in this cold she no more breathe
till long life over I too depart,
to infinite nights a new start.
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An open heart of wonder
an equal part of sorrow
if given life upon breathing
then life is worth living
as today follows through to tomorrow.
sadness will wake this holds true
and everything you dream of
lie but a heartbreak away
if given a chance
do dare take it
choices pose two ways
for life is mere a flip side of death
and even in the shadows, you will know
which or what to choose.
It`s just a game of chance, after all
life is fifty-fifty at best!…
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Oh jupiter
send me on my merry way
there where the creek lay
a troubled road will follow
a road that could better myself
I know not the change it will make
but it is a chance I have to take
even if it leads away from what I know
and when I reach the end
a willow tree will fall
and upon him I will call
to lend me a wheeping branch
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GEWETE.
Hoe jy nie in die lug bly hang nie
jou koue greep , harde hale
en tussen die droe takke le jy vir my en glimlag
en daar skiet die hemel oop
oplaas `n warm wind
wat streel streel jou koue asem weg blaas
en hoor nou net die kore van `n oggend lied
bring die lente stuk stuk terug
met eens die verlede lank klaar verby
en sit ek weer in die oggend strale
ek hou jou briesie op `n afstand weg
lag lag fluit die lente blare
skoon is die lug met aand sterre skitter
diep asems en tande kners
stok styf span die rug want
skielik hoor ek jou nog sag sag vir my vluister.
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AN EMOTIONAL TREE
The gust came like punches.
one of those arresting, blustery blows.
It was like a giant stood behind that tree
cupping his hands over his mouth
blew as hard as he could.
Without mercy
blood shot almond-shaped leaves.
stood frozen
then making their slow, deliberative dance
toward the asphalt below
where they lay silently without notice
and a heart breaks.
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lonesome art thou sitting here in the light
repent and wrath bears out the sound
far from the stars, close to thy moon
between here and there somwhere before long.
as words art not utterd in truth
thy crawl on the grave of perished aliveness
then thy sleep peacefully
let me not into shallow grounds
bears out the hurt in thys trembling heart
beyond a gaze into the sky , light fled thys sight.
find me then thee who talks upon my shame
place them on my grave, thou will not live in freedoms fate.
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A Hundred hands have held me
a Hundred hands have fed me
a Hundred hands have met me
yet I only have two .
a Hundred eyes have burned me
a Hundred eyes have turned me
a Hundred eyes have spurned me
yet I only have two
a Hundred feet have led me
a Hundred feet have sent me
a Hundred feet have left me
yet I only have two
a Hundred of everyone
a Hundred of everything
a Hundred down to two
i`m you
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stranger
Yes me, I don`t hear it anymore
Aimlessly, hardly aware it was gone.
I tell you , listen ,please listen
oh do listen to me . . .
Iterclacing of the horror
Ever growing dark corners of my youth .
silence . . .
Dazzling display int`t it .
I hear it no more
The angry voices plunging me into a nightmare
ment for death and destruction
" no vacancy " it was written
All over the heart of a stranger .
or so i thought
It was a lost cause
Like the sun rising at night
A speeding bullet flew by
came to a stop in this heart
No magor damage
or so i thought.
Only one prayer send by
one caring heart, yes
one kind word expected by a friend,
recieved by a stranger.
when in the dark you lose
sight of love,
when quite time reach shore.
when laughter turns into crying.
when fears become a reallity.
i`ll keep this promise
i will be here.
Remember me, you will
remember me.
- Chrissie Harmse?
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