Wednesday, October 27, 2010


i lack when it comes to that team, i shouldn't and i know it.

i don't want to just be an average joe hockey player.

perfect practise makes perfect.

oh girl, you're killing me.

closely evaluating
the charm in you
as your smile
gives me a warm embrace

free falling
to reach the intensity
we have found
surrender the want
and give us what we need.

You dont hav any flaws
and every inch of you is wanted
a silent touch at night
oh girl, you're killing me
but baby i think you are darn pretty

ur craving for that cigarette
keeps you sain
why do we all play this dangerous game?
i don't believe in roman gods, because
someday i'll meet you straight up that path.

Tuesday, October 26, 2010

there are so many things in life that we can learn from.
the things we see and most propably always do.
we just don't have the eye to see the lesson in everything we do, i urge you to look deeper.

look deeper within yourself and open your mind to the world. not to the things of the world, but to the world in whole.

be mezmirised by how the nature takes it's course through the living and the dead.

now we want to say there is no such thing as a God. okay, then go and be your own God. lets see how far you get.

strike one:
you've fallen, eager to get back up and prove everyone wrong.

strike two:
you've taken a blow to the ribs and you're mouth is bleeding frantically. you're sub-concious mind is praying out loud, but you refuse to hear it. "ignore the sounds and move on" you tell yourself.

strike three:
you're knees are leveled with grounds. you struggle to keep sight on those who are precious to you, you try and get up, but the mountains are pushing you down. you have reached your physical limit. your inner being is yet again shouting out in prayer, you try and refuse these callings and block your ears. nothing but soft murmers, that's all you hear. your hands disobey your orders and lifts to the heavens as you stand there with your arms leaping to the God of all Gods. you are unanounced the most difficult person you know, but He who gave you life gave you another chance.

die Here weet.

verskoon my
vir wat ek se maar,
vir nog meer wat ek wens
vir nog meer wat ek wens.
en my woorde is min maar,
ek dink jy kry
die punt.
ek dink ons praat te veel
en se te min

want daar's iets in jou oe wat my rustig maak
en ek dink dit is tyd dat ek rustig raak
want daar's iets in jou oe wat my rustig maak
en die Here weet
ek dink dis tyd,
ek dink dis tyd.

want ek sal jou aan die anderkant van jou gedagtes kom uithaal
dis hier waar mens se dinge vergaan
aan die anderkant van jou gedagtes kom uithaal.

the fever, you are a fever.


As I find myself seeing more than just the things you do, but how you do it and how you react on certain things. When I see you or listen to you I pay attention to more than you. I pay attention to what exactly you’re saying, how you’re saying it and how you express it.

You have all my attention when you walk in or simply walk past a room. You make me want to write. Write about how someone grows on you, how they develop over the years, how they have a certain effect on people, how they make you want to sing and write songs for them, how they inspire you to make the best doodle pages you have ever made, how they start thinking that they like you more than just liking you, how they get you all loved up in a matter of time.

That’s what she does to me.

This girl, gets me thinking about more than just the possibility of making her happy, she gives me the opportunity to show her. She has shown me a few things. “Be patient with me” she pleads, but patients is not all I’ll give this girl.

Anyone can be pretty, but it takes a fuck load to fill another girls shoes. How do you overpower Queen Elizabeth? You don’t, you start from scratch and become her, more than her.

I run from prejudice, I run from pessimist, but I run to you.

You were confusing to me, but I think I’m getting use to this a lot faster than I though I ever would. My edge has become blunt and my senses are giving over to you. You make me exited, my pretty girl.

21 days :)