Thursday, September 27, 2012
the air of elsewhere
Monday, January 11, 2010
pulp fiksie
Saturday, January 9, 2010
crazy time
oh indeed
it’s crazy time
dark and deep
the crazy chime
I’m falling
sinking
says the rhyme
lost in winds
of crazy time
oh it’s evil
crazy time
cold and cruel
the crazy cry
I’m gambling
losing
calls the lie
lost in winds
of crazy time
oh it’s lonely
crazy time
sad and sore
the crazy ‘why?’
I’m longing
wanting
sounds the sigh
lost in winds
of crazy time
oh it’s empty
crazy time
dead and dry
the crazy I
I’m ending
dying
reads the line
lost in winds
of crazy time
oh it’s holy
crazy time
sweet and still
the crazy high
I’m resting
loving
says the rhyme
found in winds
Wednesday, December 23, 2009
Easy to avoid God...
Tuesday, December 22, 2009
dans in die skemer
Margie Fontaine was asked after a dance: “Could you explain it?” She answered: “If I could explain it I would not dance it.” Dans in mistige skemer van verwondering.
Monday, December 21, 2009
kersfees
liggies brand op elke straat
en die mense word vir niemand kwaad
want dis kersfees in ons stad
tienduisend vader krismisse
is nat gesweet in hul sneeumusse
want dis kersfees in ons stad
'n honderd winkels in 'n ry
is almal innig lief vir my
en my geldvriend sal my help betaal
en wie moet ek bedank
as ek vir iemand 'n present kan koop
bier kan drink tot die trane loop
of jou lekker lyf
my liefiewyf
kan druk as ons dans
o, 'n katjie
of 'n hondjie
of 'n ringetjie vir jou
my dingetjie vir jou
selfmoord anoniem
se skof is nou van tien tot tien
want geld kan nooit die liefde koop
en partytjies moet ten einde loop
liggies brand op straat
en die mense word vir niemand kwaad
want dis kersfees in ons stad
spaar my
here
spaar my
spaar my nog 'n kersfees
sonder u
Sunday, December 20, 2009
Christianity isn't simple
If Christianity was something we were making up, of course we could make it easier. But it is not. We cannot compete, in simplicity, with people who are inventing religions. How could we? We are dealing with fact. Of course anyone can be simple if he has no facts to bother about. C. S. Lewis
