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
More people
Up

Popping wheelies in the mud

ME

I have issues

I don’t listen

I don’t learn

I don’t do

I don’t earn

Your respect

I am not

Pretty

Or easy

Neither please'y

Or jobby

Bit I am

A whole

A lot of things

That you are not

Things that are

Other manifestations

Of US

And US

ThIS US

Who are we or what

Lest we forget

Live yet again

With regret

I can’t

Pretend to be

Less than me

Yet again

In the hope

Of love.

we continue

as long as we continue

to place identity

above humanity

as long as we continue

to believe in metaphor

and fake symbols

and everything

that we have been told

as long as we continue

to place identity

above humanity

a poem without a title

ek is

wat ek is

raak bewus

omskep jou lus

raak bewus

van die ding

‘n ding

wat ons almal bind

ongeag wat jy dink

‘n ding wat bestaan

al gaan ons een vir een dood

hierdie ding, die MENSDOM

soveel nonsense

wat belangrik raak

wat ons belangrik maak

almal toegesluit in ‘n huis

en die mure kraak

fondasies van haat

where is the place

for us to imagine

who and what we all

could become

would become

beyond MENSDOM