WHERE WINGS ARE MADE

2012-01-25T11:34:00.000-08:00

Some see a hopeless end, while others see an endless hope.

~Author Unknown

impression

2012-01-09T03:09:00.001-08:00

paint me dark winter and storm

unfold me shadow and dawn

perceive me chaos and flame

unveil me figment and fay

2012-01-07T16:45:00.000-08:00

Prayer is not asking for what you think you want,

but asking to be changed in ways

you can't imagine.

~Kathleen Morris~

gallop

2012-01-03T16:30:00.001-08:00

i want to ride

i want to feel the wind

on my face

i want to take hold of its mane, its being

its wild unclaimed heart, racing

spirits unfolding

the smell of green and wet and earth

the taste of sky, taking in

and letting go, beating hooves, burning lungs,

pushing forward until the world whirls past, brushstrokes of silver

and silhouettes of stars

until all inside me is calm and quiet

and free.

i want to write

i want to feel the breath of poetry

on my soul

for the girl

2011-12-31T07:49:00.000-08:00

a lonely road this is

the writer pen in hand staring at

the self

a lonely page this is

waiting to be filled

a lonely heart this is

waiting to be loved with all and everything

more and nothing, an emptiness

of soul poured out unto piano keys

into guitar strings, into the deep colours of despair

a lonely canvas this is

waiting to be sung

*inspired by sur le fil -- yann tiersen

autumn is coming

2011-12-27T22:01:00.000-08:00

night falls too soon here;

i am not ready for sleep.

reflection eludes me still,

my pen hovers over its empty pages.

sing to me, you stillness of shadow and leaf

and moon. autumn is coming:

i can hear the softstep-clicking

of its crimson boots...

solitude

2011-12-27T22:00:00.000-08:00

silence stands on tiptoe

reaching for the butterfly in the glass jar

its nimble fingers just two breaths away

from stealing all that is mine

butterflies are fairies in disguise

2011-12-20T10:21:00.001-08:00

summer fresh

2011-12-20T10:17:00.003-08:00

please read us a story...

2011-12-20T10:14:00.001-08:00

fay

2011-12-20T10:13:00.001-08:00

daisy

2011-12-20T09:46:00.001-08:00

the journey

2011-12-20T09:42:00.001-08:00

on the way to somewhere

2011-12-20T09:29:00.001-08:00

robert pattinson

beauty

2011-12-20T09:25:00.001-08:00

dragons fly

2011-12-20T09:18:00.001-08:00

petals of peace

2011-12-20T09:17:00.000-08:00

love complete

2011-12-15T18:57:00.000-08:00

visit http://www.ellf.ru/photos/ for more beautiful photos and art

Young by HEYROCCO

2011-12-15T08:01:00.000-08:00

Young -- love this song. sounds like driving through a tunnel; also driving in the dark, street lamps, trees and stars blurring past as you stare out the window into the night, the song wrapping around you like a blanket of sound softly settling around the silence of thoughts and spirit... deep. ;) hava listen...

celebrations

2011-12-10T14:32:00.000-08:00

streamers dance

as dreamers untangle

the grace of time

the pen

2011-12-06T11:24:00.001-08:00

people talk about life as if i’m

suppose to acquire a taste for it,

acquire a grace for it

before it slips through my fingertips;

along this narrow road i pull

my black bin bag stuffed with bones and hearts

(and heaven only knows what else i’ve broken

this past year) --

gripping the handle until my skin chafes,

gripping this silence until i reach the gate

of forgiveness; sling it all in before i regret

my acquired taste for sensing

the inevitability of the word

repent; as if someone else left it unsaid.

Tool - Parabola (lyrics)

2011-12-06T10:06:00.000-08:00

2011-11-15T10:56:00.001-08:00

"‎'What's on your mind?' asks Facebook.

Sounds like a concerned friend.

How many characters do you have for me?"

-- Pieter-Francois Theron --

guilt

2011-10-31T20:05:00.000-07:00

i found an excuse to see you again

today

and now it is gone

petals trampled into wet stones

i feel awkward now

patting my pockets as if i have

misplaced something

if only

i pressed your smile between

the beats of my heart

between each lonely step

i take

into this empty house

when i had the chance

but now they are hollow

these words that explain

everything

i can never say

because i am too afraid

you’ll forgive me

Never make assumptions...

2011-10-31T19:47:00.000-07:00

OPERATOR:

10111 – what’s your emergency?
CALLER:

hi lady, can you send some help, please?
OPERATOR:

can you tell me where you are?
CALLER:

on the back of a bakkie going at high speed so you will have to speak a little louder 'cause i can’t hear you lekke!
OPERATOR:

why are you on the back of a bakkie going at high speed?

[typing information into the computer in front of her]
CALLER:

we are being chased by an extra terrestrial!

[yelling in the background: vinniger! dis amper op ons!]
OPERATOR:

excuse me?
CALLER:

no excuses lady, an alien is chasing us!

[shouting in the background: draai links of jy gaan in die rivier in ry! nee, links!]
OPERATOR:

hello? are you there? how did this happen?
CALLER:

we were standing around the braai in the bushveld and we heard a rustle in the trees behind us. Jan took out his pistol, 'cause he thought it was a leopard – you get them in these parts –

[shouting in the background: wat??? nee, hy kom nog!!!]

...so instead of a leopard, out came this metallic animal or object or something that looked like a man, but Jan said it looked like a giant squirrel; whatever it was, it was very lelik. it raised its hand or whatever and in a flash Jan’s gun evaporated!
OPERATOR:

evaporated?

[the operator stops typing for a moment to make sense of what she had just been told...]

evaporated?
CALLER:

ja, lady, it sommer disappeared. so that’s when Nico said, 'ek dink ons moet hol!'

[shouting in the background: hey, waa isit nou?!!]
OPERATOR:

hello? are you there?
CALLER:

[shouting in the background: ry ry ry! hier kommit!]
OPERATOR:

hello?
CALLER:

lady, call NASA en die FBI and the police and sommer vir Mulder too 'cause this purple driehoek-ding gannie stoppie...!
OPERATOR:

wait a minute...

[smiling to herself while shaking her head]

...are you playing the new Virtual Space game?

CALLER:

[shouting in background: o aarde, Jan, ryyyyyyy! die space invader is op ons!]

[screaming, more shouting, then there is nothing but silence...]

OPERATOR:

[talking to herself] these silly teenagers, they always catch someone out with their prank calls; did not think they would ever catch me, though...
POLICE:

...still standing by, Operator, confirm the emergency destination?
OPERATOR:

it was a prank call, officer, sorry to waste your time.

THE SUNDAY TIMES FRONT PAGE STORY THE FOLLOWING DAY:

NASA confirmed that suspicious (possibly UFO) activities were detected over the bushveld last night, but local authorities suggest it was just a very rare lightning storm. Emergency services confirmed that the three youths, whose bodies were discovered early this morning near the area, were “caught unprepared by the elements”. A police spokesperson gave the following statement: “We found bakkie tyre marks for kilometres around the area, as if a vehicle gave chase or were chased, but no vehicle was recovered. The woman’s pink cell phone was found a few metres from her body, still in working order; it seems the 10111-Operator was their last hope...”

dreams

2011-10-28T05:41:00.000-07:00

dive

head

first

wings

crashing

into

waves

of thoughts;

as time d r a g s by

in slow-mo-tion

we wait

(impatiently)

for you:

drift

into sleep

ongetiteld

2011-10-28T05:40:00.000-07:00

wens jy kon my sien

toe ek nog gedans het da oppie stoep

da innie nanag onner’ie sterre

onner’ie oop arms van God

wens jy kon my sien

die meisie wie ek was

voor jy kom groet het

voor jy kom soek het

voetspore innie sand

skulpe van verdorwe woorde

stiltes van niemandsland

muse

2011-10-18T10:11:00.000-07:00

kiss me when the world makes no sense

hold me as the walls crumble as the pillars shake

as the darkness unfolds the stars as the lightning breaks

take me away from it all from the enemy that comes with the dawn

lay me down where twilight has no edge, midnight no return
and i will give you what you need

i will seduce the silences to sleep

and you will

write

maybe this time about me

friend

2011-09-05T19:02:00.000-07:00

they say we are incapable
they say it is impossible to fly
they say we do not see the signs

why do you leave me where i stand
why don't you look back to where i am
just pretend
in mortality
we are all friends

they say we're not invincible
they say it's unforgivable to try
but do they read between the lines

why do you leave me where i stand
why don't you look back to where i am
just pretend
in mortality
we are all friends

the deaf leaves footprints in the sand
to help the blind man understand
if i reach out will you take my hand
or will you leave me where i stand

they say we are so vulnerable
they say it is inevitable to die
well, i guess it's your soul against mine

why do you leave me where i stand
why don't you look back, here i am
i can pretend
in mortality
i am your friend

just to say

2011-09-05T18:57:00.000-07:00

all i wanted to say was sorry
sorry
all i wanted to see was your face
your smile
all i wanted you to do was reach out
and take my hand
and maybe understand

all i wanted to say was sorry
sorry
all i wanted to be was your girl
your woman
all i wanted you to do was reach out
and take my hand
and maybe understand

that all i wanted was you

red room

2011-09-05T18:42:00.000-07:00

i slam my guitar against the wall
i strum with bleeding fingers
i let the song bleed unto the carpet
staining the silence between me and you

the one you never notice
the one i breathe in and out and in

i leave the broken lovesong on the floor
i walk away and close the door

THE SECOND DREAM by Van Renselar

2011-09-02T05:36:00.000-07:00

RAINBOW ART by Amit Bar (Bodypaint 1995)

2011-09-02T05:31:00.000-07:00

2011-08-30T23:14:00.000-07:00

ROBERT PATTINSON AND KRISTEN STEWART

interval

2011-08-26T00:14:00.000-07:00

Lady Midnight, we dance:

i draw you into my arms

you pirouette slowly and low

i hold you graciously so

i kiss your cheek as we rise

you giggle and stars

tinkle like tiny bells

around your slender neck,

like sparkling diamonds

on the black of your dress

as it fans out, i step in

hold your body a little closer,

my heart beats a little faster

i smell the sweet scent of dawn

on your smooth skin.

the strings fade out

as morning fades in;
and soon

this magical duet

reaches its cadence.

my darling,

in good time

this day, too, will fall

and you will rise

and we will waltz

again.

just

2011-08-14T20:17:00.001-07:00

don’t say a word

just look at me with

your blue eyes

and kiss my silence

goodbye

verdict

2011-08-14T20:12:00.001-07:00

no blues

only your face

in this place

of no regret

i taste the pleasure

of your smile

on my lips

like a child

i savour the sweetness

knowing

its flavour is rare

and sacred,

reserved

nothing lies in this steel silence

as still as the night reaching,

taking, breaking,

darkness seeping into bones

dreams lost among my own

III

no tears

only the longing

for your kiss that i

know i’ll miss

i clench a breath

of your memory

tight in my fist

your soul

like a precious stone

sacred,

preserved

among planets

2011-08-14T20:09:00.001-07:00

i miss you so

though I know I

shouldn’t.

we were warriors once,

now we’re just wishing alone

on a star too far away

oh how I wish you would’ve stayed

though I know you

couldn’t.

dreamscapes

2011-08-14T20:08:00.001-07:00

far beyond a stolen island

beyond a sinking sun

i'm finding my way

the sky never seems to be lonely

never seems to crave

this silence wrapped in tears

light burst in the darkness!

a ripple of black breaking the waves,

taking the saved, to open their eyes.

far beyond this stolen island

beyond a burning sun

i'm finding my way home

vampire

2011-08-14T19:35:00.001-07:00

am i the only one
daring to ask you
why you took my soul
when i did not even
offer my thoughts?

shadowrunner

2011-08-14T19:07:00.000-07:00

so i let it fall

all these things that make the

darkness numb, make the night
ache

cross the road

to where they smoke a grace

glowing faces from another place

‘chase away these goblins with their pink
punk haircuts,’

she mumbles as she

lets them fall -- glass marbles

to entice,

roll the dice...

do not let the silence

label
me

ruthless, a masked intruder

shadows radiate from my
black bones,
i am not a thief,

just a hunter for a fragile mind,

leave the bait and i will take it,

i can break it, make the past

hollow;
so i follow

the punk girl home

as she skip-skips
to the sound of her own heartbeat,

feet brush-crush
the surface of the cold hard street
she smiles as i

pretend
i’m just a silly little dream...

the artist

2011-08-14T14:31:00.000-07:00

being

the memory hides the world

words I do not recall

photographs lie

paint polishes the goodness and the sin

it’s where it all begins

belonging

the echoes hide the face

bare feet leave footprints

in the street

pencil marks on the carpet

(sympathy for the dead)

believing

imagination hides reality

holy water washes the truth

from my hands

the beggar becomes the ruler

the king becomes the clown

there’s no one else to be

but who i created:

purple accessories

2011-08-14T13:51:00.001-07:00

i’m purple blackcurrant yoghurt and butterflies.

i’m the purple kaleidoscope jacket.

i’m purple wands and magic cars, purple prayers

whispered to the stars.

the purple jumper soft against her skin.

i’m a purple boot lost without the other.

the purple dragon tattoo, she may be back

for another.

i’m the purple freshwater pearls bracelet

wrapped around her wrist. the purple studs

crushed inside her fists. a girl with purple painted

fingernails, strumming the blues --

purple wishes almost never come true.

beyond the purple mountains of the Western Cape,

purple paw prints decorate caves.

the locals there won’t admit it exists --
a shadow that shape-shifts

behind drapes of purple mist.

set your sails to the purple horizon, my son.

take your bow and purple arrow, when you see the purple sparrow,

follow it down to where the silence meets

the stormy purple seas. there your true love will be.

i’m purple poetry and rain.

i’m the purple plum mascara.

i’m purple songs and wings, purple laughter about silly things.

the purple daydream where it all begins.

fly

2011-08-14T13:48:00.001-07:00

solitude

whispers her delight

at our encounter;

in the depths of night,

i tiptoe past slumber

and wide-eyed in wonder,

she flutters along.

we unlock shadows

and tie dawn into a bow;

we sing to the silence

and glue glitter on the old, lonely

winter sun as he

stretches and yawns

before chasing us home.

as morning wakes, i fall asleep

curled up on the ceiling

unaware of the wings, carefully

strapped to my dreams.

untitled

2011-08-11T23:28:00.000-07:00

i am weak

i am stoned

i am lost

in a world unknown

where silence is broken

by a sacred word

and dragons slain

with a single sword

in this matrix

tattooed by time

may i find you

lost somewhere

in mine

on the doorstep of reality

2011-08-11T23:25:00.000-07:00

i’m trying not to focus

on the silence that you say has shaken

has taken your identity

i cannot breathe

you open all the windows

let the day out, let the night in

i can see again

let the music flow around us

like a butterfly-bullet stuck in a dream

for life

2011-08-11T23:20:00.000-07:00

hit me with space

my time is up

i touch your reflection

and face the night,

fires fly and i get lost

among trumpet-stars and

butterflies: please invite me

into your

seahorse-heart.

fight or flight

2011-08-11T23:18:00.000-07:00

rushing dreamwaves

and silver bullets

my eyes follow the moon

down to you

slow pick and strum

the inevitable song

i want to deny everything

and stay home

empty spaceships

and wooden swords

pretend it’s not broken

and i am yours

lines of thoughts

2011-03-18T17:56:00.000-07:00

between the folds of indifference/

you lose your voice and i my hate/

i tiptoe past the indecision of our fate.

***

hard and fast these prayers that roast the day/

move on/

slip away.

nosce te ipsum

2011-02-03T21:15:00.000-08:00

pull on my hi-top trainers,

red laces tied in a knot. i jump

into the blue tide and low low low

i lay her down. she stares at me,

green-eyed raven i cannot look away.

‘silly boy’, she says, ‘you should know by now

you cannot stop the rain’.

pull up my hood against the wind

blank faces hide in the nest of dark. i sink

into the blue tide, down low below

these battered rhymes.

break this heart you left intact,

it’s not beating anyway.

death is the dreamer not the reaper.

i am the prince of denial.

pearl

2011-01-05T17:49:00.000-08:00

did i paint you my dear your soft skin and plump lips did i sit at my window and stare at the night slowly becoming light

behind closed doors i can hear the baby shriek and the kitchen maid humming a lullaby as she sweeps

so i pick up my brush and my palette and i mix colours of sounds outside and in my mind’s eye i can see you smile as you fight sleep.

scarlet memories

2011-01-04T14:59:00.000-08:00

i want to see you
yellow and blue and grey
colours of clouds
and lights of day;
my love i wish
you could stay.
i taste our
bitttersweet last moments together,
scarlet berries and salted tears
as we lay tangled
in the shadows of day.
my love i wish
you could see me
yellow and blush and frail
here without you.

view from the stars

2010-12-30T01:51:00.001-08:00

blue metallic lies i wish i could fly to where

you are. streams of colour draped over the bodice

of night. look down on outstretched landscapes of green,

snakeskin-valleys and seams sown into abstract refrains

and dreams. i forget to cry.

tangled in this collage of melancholy, i wait

for your return.

32 today

2010-09-30T20:30:00.000-07:00

32 places i've been kissed

32 times i said i love you

32 snowflakes on my head

32 types of smiles

32 songs that make me cry

32 more to make me dance

32 friends are forever

32 others i've lost along the way

32 words can form a poem

32 notes, a lovesong

32 mistakes i don't regret

32 things i don't have the guts to do

32 funky hairstyles

32 prayers

32 times i fell asleep

curled up on God's lap

32 shooting stars

32 x 1 zillion of all of the above

in the 32 years i've been alive

31 is only a number

32 000 000 000 000 moments

of being loved.

i am truly blessed.

may i continue to grow, continue to love,

continue to just be myself every step of the way.

no matter what they say, i am free

and no one can ever change that.

PS: thanks Alistair, for making them believe

you've tamed the tiger!! ;)

skins

2010-09-30T19:10:00.000-07:00

inside my world of earphones,

silence sings;

inside this bubble of music

i am free to forget

– if only for limited

breakbeats per magic –

where i fit in.

[safe inside the box]

reality: mute

imagination: syncopate

believe

2010-09-21T07:08:00.000-07:00

yesterday your wings fooled me

but i’m still convinced

you’re just

a girl

alone in the garden

2010-09-21T07:04:00.000-07:00

as i sit here

alone among the flowers

i see them

dancing on the leaves

i dare not breathe

i dare not blink

for they’ll be gone

before i think

as i sit here

alone among the fairies

i dream

i’m dancing on the leaves

autumn

2010-09-21T07:03:00.000-07:00

how i miss the sound of you

falling

down the

tree

like the rustle of an electric

guitar

in the morning

the lingering shadows

shaping

in the breeze

yesterday

2010-09-21T07:02:00.001-07:00

Oliver stole the

silence

from the rain

I know it was him

because yesterday

I found his wings

in my back pocket

vlerke

2010-09-09T07:53:00.000-07:00

dankie vir julle comments. julle weet nie hoe baie dit vir my beteken dat my woorde jul siele kan vlerke gee nie!! en ek se dankie vir God vir hierdie geskenk, if nothing else, to spread His love. ek is veral dankbaar dat ek weer vriende kan "ontmoet" wat ek dekades laas gesien het. wat 'n seening!! woorde het vlerke indeed. ;)

A WINTER POEM by kYogoku tAmeko

2010-03-02T06:51:00.000-08:00

fOLLOWING tHE wIND,
hAIL fALLS iN A sUDDEN bURST -
pASSING qUICKLY bY;
tHEN aGAIN, fROM bETWEEN tHE cLOUDS,
lIGHT sPILLS fROM tHE mOON.

Lilly (dedicated to a dear friend who passed away)

2009-11-03T09:38:00.000-08:00

it's strange how i remember
your laughter - a girl
hiding her wings
from this world
afraid they might be torn
and she might never get a chance
to escape
her secret silences

it's strange how i long
for your friendly embrace
like Spring
inviting the wind in
never asking
never intruding, only
imagining
that one day she too
might be whisked away
to dance among clouds

and now, as whirlwinds,
we wait for a chance
to let ourselves go
permission to break down
and start again

how strange that i never realise
this love that i feel
is God's gift of you
to me

(Lilly: jy is altyd in ons harte. mag jy saam met God dans daar tussen die wolke! uiteindelik is jy vry. steeds, ons mis jou.)

magic hour

2009-09-24T20:50:00.000-07:00

i'm tired but i can't fall asleep again. so i lie here staring at the wall thinking about stuff. maybe this maybe that. whys and i wonder... mmm... pondering. i hear the train rushing past. some creaky noises in the kitchen. the fridge starting up again. a waterdrop drops into the sink kaploks! free at last! only to go down the drain. shame. out there i am sure there are other people staring at ceilings wondering, listening, crying, worrying, praying, feeling the weightless sleepless joy of being in love... aaah. it's the early morning madness, or to some, magic. when the fairies move about and a goblin pokes a small hole in your rice packet with a long sharp fingernail. when the ghosts swing from trees and aliens dance around a lazer fire. when Luke Skywalker hugs Darth Vader and says, 'i missed you, daddy'... (oops, maybe that was the far out dream that woke me up in the first place?) well, whatever the dark knight holds, his sword shouldn't be feared; he won't cut off your head or stab you in the heart. he might just lift you up by the scruff of your neck, plonk you down behind him in the saddle and gallop off into the sunrise, eyes blazing...

and you might wake up in your bed much much later with bags under your eyes, dirt on your cheeks and rice in your pockets mumbling, 'daddy?'

klop drie keer

2009-09-13T08:12:00.000-07:00

vermom die kind

wat droom van feëtjies

sing ‘n wiegelied in die nag

lê wakker en staar na die gediertes

wat in die donker vir jou wag

2009-09-02T03:29:00.000-07:00

"If I make a fool of myself,
who cares? I'm not
frightened by anyone's
perception of me."

ANGELINA JOLIE
(Cosmopolitan, September 2009)