so soet soos heuning so bitter soos botter.

sometimes being everything for everybody else leaves you with nothing left for yourself.your sanity becomes another mans insanity.
n nuwe lag se ego skeer die stilte lang verwag.
vir jou sal ek my trane gee en jy kan dit bere in jou bottel.


She grew up on a side of the road ,Where the church bells ring and strong love grows. She grew up good She grew up slow Like American honey

Steady as a preacher.
Free as a weedCouldn't wait to get going' But wasn't quite ready to leave
So innocent, pure and sweet
like American honey
There's a wild, wild whisper Blowing in the wind Calling out my name like a long lost friend
Oh I miss those days as the years go by,Oh nothings sweeter than summer time
And American honey
Get caught in the race Of this crazy life mind
I just wanna go back in time To American honey.

There's a wild, wild whisper Blowing in the wind Calling out my name like a long lost friend
Oh I miss those days as the years go by
Oh nothings sweeter than summer time And American honey
Gone for so long now,I gotta get back to her somehow To American honey
Ooh There's a wild, wild whisper Blowing in the wind
Calling out my name like a long lost friend
Oh I miss those days as the years go by
Oh nothings sweeter than summer time
And American honey.

American honey- lady antebellum

a conversation to push or to pull?

Mr. Nothing's got a lot
He's got a lot to say
He's good at being what he's not
Gives nothing away
Another day goes on by
And he never speaks his heart
He takes his chance with what he's got
It's too late now to stop

You push and you pull and struggle with the knot
It's tying you up while you're fadin'
You give and you take and take what you got
Round and round 'till it breaks and
You push and you pull and struggle with the knot
It's tying you up while you're fadin' into your lie

Mr. Nothing is late

He's running out of time
He questions whether chance or fate will ever show a sign
Looks to the sky above
For a glimpse of what it means
And never never never make
Make no sense to him

You push and you pull and struggle with the knot
It's tying you up while you're fadin'
You give and you take and take what you got
Round and round 'till it breaks and
You push and you pull and struggle with the knot
It's tying you up while you're fadin'

You push and you pull it

Civil twilight. letters from the sky.

One of these days the sky's gonna break
And everything will escape, and I'll know
One of these days the mountains are gonna fall
Into the sea, and they'll know

That you and I were made for this
I was made to taste your kiss
We were made to never fall away
Never fall away

One of these days letters are gonna fall
From the sky telling us all to go free
But until that day I'll find a way to let everybody know
That you're coming back, you're coming back for me

'Cause even though you left me here
I have nothing left to fear
These are only walls that hold me here
Hold me here, hold me here

One day soon I'll hold you like the sun holds the moon
And we will hear those planes overhead
And we won't have to be scared
We won't have to be, we won't have to be scared

You're coming back for me
You're coming back for me

You're coming back to me

foto na dans- soldaatvolk

Volg sirene om te herinner.
Vrees om te vergaan
Aangetrek om so te verskil.
Vrees om te vergaan.
Waardering geheg
Aan potensiële verbeuring
So was ek ge-lepelvoer
‘n Spieëlbeeld van ons ouers.
So was elkeen waarop ek nou rus.

My gedagtes behoort agter tralies
Daar's net plek vir een in my kis.
Ek kon net kyk....
Ek kon net kyk....
Ek kon net kyk hoe alles vergaan.

Resies gehou tot my bodem
Terwyl ek telling hou
Telling van ‘n borrel begeerte
Begeerte na bo.
Verweer sodra. Sodra die nommer my naam oorneem
Gekam om in te pas.
Sodat niemand sal agterkom nie.

My gedagtes behoort agter tralies
Daar's net plek vir een in my kis.
Ek kon net kyk....
Ek kon net kyk....
Ek kon net kyk hoe alles vergaan.

My gedagtes behoort agter tralies
Daar's net plek vir een in my kis.
Ek kon net kyk....
Ek kon net kyk....
Ek kon net kyk hoe alles vergaan.

Foto na dans- soldaatvolk

someone like you.

I was going through old photo's recently , when i found a photo that made me shudder. it takes you back to a moment in time where you want to lock yourself in a corner, together with all the promises that was kept by no one. but somehow i always got up. forgave. trusted. she still sang. remember to breath. always just breath.

A photo has the hidden ability to disguise a smile. broken heart.love. It is a moment captured in time -as in you will literally never feel, look, cry , contain yourself like that ever again. i call it
" the blue tango". It 's the intense dance you do with your inner voice and your "blues".It either tells you to be brave and jump face first into a spinning bike or to step back and double bounce the situation to see if you might be sleeping?. "why should she cry?if her eyes are already blue"

There is so much that time can never erase. things that you will hold with you for the rest of your life. It catches the life you had a that moment. The life you will never return to. The scars and the brilliant disguises. Fight to change always and never settle for the blue tango. In the brilliant words of Greg Carlin - "arm yourself my love" .Let go of all that is left yesterday and it's school boy charm, Get another round of Tequila and dance with the devil.


i am alive and ready. my heart can be your home. you are the narrator to your story, so make it count. be yourself on every photo , be true to the moment and never look back. droom verlore. maybe it's time to put the gun down that you repeatedly shoot yourself in the heart with. Moulin Rouge the shit out of it baby.

"I heard
That you're settled down
That you
Found a girl
And you're
Married now

I heard
That your dreams came true.
Guess she gave you things
I didn't give to you

Old friend
Why are you so shy?
Ain't like you to hold back
Or hide from the light

I hate to turn up out of the blue uninvited
But I couldn't stay away, I couldn't fight it.
I had hoped you'd see my face and that you'd be reminded
That for me it isn't over

Never mind
I'll find someone like you
I wish nothing but the best for you too
"Don't forget me", I begged
"I'll remember", you said
"Sometimes it lasts in love
But sometimes it hurts instead."
Sometimes it lasts in love
But sometimes it hurts instead,

You know how the time flies
Only yesterday
It was the time of our lives
We were born and raised
In a summer haze
Bound by the surprise
Of our glory days

I hate to turn up out of the blue uninvited
But I couldn't stay away, I couldn't fight it.
I had hoped you'd see my face and that you'd be reminded
That for me it isn't over.

Never mind
I'll find someone like you
I wish nothing but the best for you too
"Don't forget me", I begged
"I'll remember", you said
"Sometimes it lasts in love
But sometimes it hurts instead."

Nothing compares
No worries or cares
Regrets and mistakes
They are memories made.
Who would have known
How bittersweet this would taste?

Never mind
I'll find someone like you
I wish nothing but the best for you too
"Don't forget me", I begged
"I'll remember", you said
"Sometimes it lasts in love
But sometimes it hurts instead"

Never mind
I'll find someone like you. "

"Sometimes it lasts in love
But sometimes it hurts instead"

Adele - Someone like you.

the story - for you.

All of these lines across my face
Tell you the story of who I am
So many stories of where I've been
And how I got to where I am
But these stories don't mean anything
When you've got no one to tell them to
It's true...I was made for you


I climbed across the mountain tops
Swam all across the ocean blue
I crossed all the lines and I broke all the rules
But baby I broke them all for you
Because even when I was flat broke
You made me feel like a million bucks
You do
I was made for you


You see the smile that's on my mouth
It's hiding the words that don't come out
And all of my friends who think that I'm blessed
They don't know my head is a mess
No, they don't know who I really am
And they don't know what
I've been through like you do
And I was made for you...


All of these lines across my face
Tell you the story of who I am
So many stories of where I've been
And how I got to where I am
But these stories don't mean anything
When you've got no one to tell them to
It's true...


I was made for you...

the story- Brandi carlile

oupa van zyl.

Memory is a way of holding onto the things you love, the things you are, the things you never want to lose.
my grand father would have been 85 years old today.

he had such a celebrated and full life with three beautiful children , who grew up to be my dad and two aunts. when i see my dad i see my grand father's spirit in him, focused, yet emotional, balanced yet stern. i am privileged enough to be the only grand child who could remember this remarkable strong surgeon, with his thick brown glasses and white moustache that was always covered in Turkish delight.. he was a well respected man in the community of Rustenburg and even the mayor at one stage.

he would be so proud of his three children and his wife for being the back bone since his death. at her age she still makes you listen with a look. it has almost been ten years since his death and some days i wonder if he was still here what would he have said about an African safari, a car accident or another grandchild..or what he would have said about a divorce, pain and heartache. if it wasn't for this man i would not have the loving father and friend that i have today nor two remarkable doctors that i would gladly put my trust in and drink with any day..

your red chair and your magic that you gave us will always be remembered.today will always be your day.

Footfalls echo in the memory
Down the passage which we did not take
Towards the door we never opened
~T.S. Eliot