THE BABY THAT IS

 

there is the baby pure

and perfect before all

the shit happens

dimming the shine

indelible in time

there is the toddler already

tainted with gifts given

pink booties and blue

blankie seemingly safe

within it all

there is the child sent off

in uniform to be taught

to conform force

fed a view of the world

that contrasts with reality

then there is the adult youth spent

on experience gained reeling

through traumas doggedly suppressed

knowing no more

than the baby that was

Homo sapien Sapien?

I have always seen you

Watching me

As I observe you

You steal another symbol

You want me to know

You want to sell it back to me

Another pre-packaged paper-god

Bad liar

Ruthless cheat

I have always seen you

You killed the first warrior

Who deigned to dissent

You thought you killed us all

I see you

When you sold the brow beaten offspring

Your versions of the truth and they bought it

You thought you bought us all

But I am not sold

I see you

People of people

We are species defined

Homo sapien sapien

One humankind

But no...

Wie is djy

Wat is djy

Waar is djy

Smaller and smaller and smaller the define

No more divine

Holding onto your flat-earth-philosophies

Distracted by belief in the metaphor and ego

You uphold the very power

Whose knee is on your neck

And suffocating your mind

'n nuwe normaal

waneer ‘out of the box’

net uitval

in ‘n groter karton doos

dan beteken ons idees fokkol

as domkop nog steeds wegkruip

agter groot woorde

en groter gebàre

dan beteken ons geleerdheid tog fokkol

when relavance reigns

in a mass of mediocrity

en almal is oortuig

dat alles is net ‘fantastic’

en die mensdom glo

in die metafoor

te slim om te besêf

hoe onnoosel ons eintlik is

when new is just another attempt

at doing the same thing over

again hoping for a different result

dan beteken dié poging ook fokkol

law

an edict, a decree

proclaimed and dictated

a whim: a writ

innocuous power

brutal simplicity

everything is legit

raids and crusades

bigotry and prejudice

and genocide

throughout the ages

and still the most

insidious weapon

D.I.R.E. - for JWF

In an age defined

By dogma and despots;

where destinies are determined

By the dictates of the deranged:

Death is desired.

We are ill-informed:

Believing in idiotic, imposed illusions

That insult intelligence

And inspire ideas of ill-intent

In the minds of the ignorant.

Thrice removed from reality,

Repeatedly stripped of any right:

We are religiously resigned

To the rape and ravages

Of the ruthless who rule.

Economically excluded ecological consciousness -

Empty the revolt without evolution -

Evanescent events erased entirely,

Elliciting empty echoes:

Energy expires evoking an end.

Parkie Gedagtes

Julle ken teen die tyd vir my...

We’ve walked a lekker padjie together this far

from one gesȇls with one to two to us few

over time and meetings ill-attended

for all the obvious reasons

en nog gesȇls en ‘n biertjie en kak praat

ons is nou hier

the moment of action that all of that time

created.

We’ve talked the good talk

and now its that time where talk won’t do

when excuses won’t cut it

and action will define this thing that we call

Suurbraak Parkie.

Julle ken teen die tyd mekaar...

We’ve talked a lekker gedagte this far

from one idea to a few to this all

this time your presence is primary

for all the obvious reasons

en nog ‘n dag en hard werk en ander kak

praat ons nie meer nie

the moment of action is all of time

manifest.

We’ve talked the good talk

and now its that time where talk won’t do

when excuses won’t cut it

and action will define this thing that we call

Suurbraak Parkie.

“respect-reflect”

in f-act

a most fitting expression

of love the metaphorical

a thorn and a rose

this Love denied

again the cliché

“If you love something...”

you returned

witness to a better me

than i have ever been

and you

everything and more

i am sure

than what I sensed

as a child of five

who was all of me

once too

now in these moments

there is an ‘all of me’

witnessing all of you

abject submission:

me and my ego

and YOU my friend...

ek in elk

siel verwand

een heelal

bring ons terug

na self

te veel bekke

wat klets

en iets te sê

het net

reach

reach out

new highs

engaging expression

een twis

word bewus

van ekke

in ander

een twis

gerus

FOR SHOM

life is so much

more than what we think

or what we do

living seperates us

from what

we could have been

the final destination

death’s lasting embrace

we forget for a moment

the differences

trivial and profound

we remember for a moment

wholding

(pic credit - MDB)

in your gaze

i am once again able

to see more of me

embracing all of you

the quintessence within

our pasts’ stories

etched upon our skins

scars caressed

tender kisses

memories of tears

in laughter

we grow knowing

yesterday’s fragility

tomorrow’s wholding

Die Naarheid

  

Baie keer 

is ek mismoedig. 

Net kak 

en sukkel 

en steel 

en oorlog. 

Ooral. 

Dan luister ek 

hier naby

en ek verwonder vir my

hoe klein

ons denke en verstand.

Elkeen kyk net 

hiervoor 

hul eie voete,

koppe in die grond.

Ons kyk mekaar mis

en as ons sien

dan is dit uit

dieselfde lense

wat so klein is.

En ek sien nie vir jou nie

omdat jy nie vir my sien nie.

If

If
I get any fitter
I will fuck
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