the inner childs pain

Why did they argue, scream and fight?
Why were you scared to sleep at night?
What did you say to make them sad?
What did you do to make them mad?

You cry alone, you cry in fear,
You pray the madness will dissapear.

The one who loves you, but this can't show,
who buys you things so you will know.

The one who likes to inflict pain,
and all the blood is so insaine!

The ones who scream, the ones who break,
the ones who give, the ones who take.

The confused child if full of fear,
she wants to run away from here!

kids

I played with young ones today
I saw the joys of life
Of memories long lost in my soul,

The happiness an ice cream brings to their eyes
The reckless abandon of mess all over their face
The sheer ecstasy of the smile you receive
When the kid sees you looking at their messy face
What bliss.

All this delight is a insensitive reminder to me
Of my unfruitful kin.
My supreme fear is rested its head in my haven.

So Moms and Dads when you feel you have had enough
Remember to buy your masterpiece an ice cream
And behold your joy
This is love bartered out of life.

Ons gaan see toe

Sy is opgewonde
Ons gaan see toe!
Ons gaan see toe!
Skree sy

Dis haar eerste keer
By die regte see
G’n swembad die keer nie
Geen selfgemaakte golwe nie.

Dis warm, soutwater en egte golwe
Sy gryp haar emmer en grafie
Vandag wil sy `n sandkasteel bou
Ons gaan see toe!

Ek was see toe
Baie keer al
Ek het kastele gebou
Baie keer al

Maar ek is ouer as haar
En sy was nog nooit daar
Ons gaan see toe!
Ek wens die dag was al klaar…

Sunday, August 19, 2007
8/19/2007 12:57:08 AM

THe days of childhood

the days of childhood started from an embryo who had artistical ability to strongly move the crowd
Be able to beat Moses in his all-time record of moving the sea, my days were of an angry foetus that couldn't stand being played by a lot of his mother's emotions and wanted to come out.
But until I came out, I was either comfortable or not and depending on the situation, my mother would try to drown me with her strenuos lifestyle, trust me that's why I became an angry poet.
With poetry, she made me do her, and she made me become sexually obsessed to this specie who later groomed me into a poet. Listen and take time to read this thought, because in my days of childhood, rebellion and the lifestyle of an activist became part of me.

puberty

i'll buy you a sweet if
you dont tell…well
what can she say
her naive nine year old mind
is cornered by confusion
shuld i tell about the thief
an' if i dont,will i go to hell
maybe God will forgive me if i pray
or maybe i'll pretend to be blind
an' what eye saw was an illusion

who will know about my bed
time stories, i cant let her know
daddy said it's our little secret
he promised to buy me sweets everytime
i felt hurt inside…
but this feeling i cant hide
somebody must know about this crime
i cant confine a sinful secret
he should've listened when i said no
didn't he know what he did was bad?

mama…last night
while you were working
dad was kissing the breast
his hands held the hips
then fell between the thighs
i watched as he broke virginity
him in her,she held tight
at the door,i thought of knocking
but i waited till they were at rest
his beer breath kissed her lips
i froze to listen to her familiar cries
i saw puberty born an no more virginity.