Gedig deur: Kanniedood. Die foto is Kanniedood ons skrywer van London deur my geneem ons het die dag gedoop as a "day in the gardens of stone."

Spook Soene

Dis laat in ons Jaegerbomb advontuur. Ons fantasiee loop oor die bekers vol bier....in 'n amperste visioen van realiteit.....soekend....waars daai man met my kinders op sy heup!
Ons sweef saam in 'n mallemoes van dinge. Ons vat saggies.... ..'n kooltjie vuur val om in my pens..
Raak ontslae van die man! Vat sy kinders ook...en wag....wag vir bewussyn verloor, waar sy kinders vrugbaar raak in my suurmelk voor
Vuurwarm kole keer op mekaar. Ons soen mekaar....'n vulkansiese vuur wat my oe laat skietbrand agter my lede,....tussen my beneJou tong in my mond, 'n bekende vriend wat lanklaas kom visit het, Jou vat...jou gryp...jirre nee! Die man gaan vir ons kom skree,twee cobras wat draai om en om, draai....Druk, draai....DrukMy soene....my byte....my grype,
Ek wil jou hê....in my drome......maar nout jy bene...nout jy lyf... 'n vuurwarm vat en 'n skerp punt tong, Die skreeu sit vas in my hart,ek wil vir jou verewig vat....veraltyd....nog...gee my nog van Pandora se Boks.
Moenie ophou nie.....nog nie loop nie....kom ek vat vir jou eers more, maar jy's hazy.......spookasem voor my pornoshow. Myne. Joune. Beterwete herrinner vir my,Maar ek wil nie. Wil nie weet nie. Ek wil weer dit voel.
Jou vat....vuurkole op my pens, my hallusinasie sterk, nakend & kens, Ek is vrou....ek is vry!....vry in my kop, my hart opgelsuit by my man vasgevang in sy dop
Fok! Wie's jy? Wat nou!!
Ons twee sit soos broei-hoenners op ons mistake, waar die man nou-nou gaan loop skeef lê en TV kyk,'n Kom kol oppie bed,en ek?...ek is jou ma se slet! Hy't geverdwyn in my kop....spookasem bene.....en 'n spookasem lyf...
Ek loop kruip in langs my geliefde. My kop is vol dade, oorgelaat aan my eie genade.

Bonatuurlik deel 1.

Deel 2.

Metro moleste.

Ek kan verstaan dat mense ongelukkig raak by hul werk. Veskeie faktore kan dit veroorsaak ek wil egter net een ding bespreek. Op 25-06-2008 besluit die Jhb metro polisie en werkers uit die kantoor geledere hul verhogings is onvoldoende, en n massastaak volg vanaf laat middag.
Nog punte wat tot dit gely het is agterstallige oortyd gelde en n onsuksesvolle ooreenkoms tussen die unie en die vetkatte wat op die hoe vlakke sit en septer swaai. Nou hier is my kruk, wat het geword van petisie optrek, wat het geword van vreedsaam protesteer, wat van onderhandelinge, hel wat van selfs n „slow strike“? Maar nee, nee die volgende word gedoen, die N2 snelweg in en uit Jhb word afgeblok deur metro lede in hul voertuie, in en uitgange in Jhb word af geblok deur werkers van metro, onskuldige mense met gesinne word in hul kantoor vas gekeer. Nou vra ek met trane in my oe wat het dit gehelp? Mense op pad huis toe was gedryg deur metro, daar was op n stadium selfs n geskietery tussen metro en die saps, mense se karre was beskadig en met klippe bestook. Wat het die protes aksie bereik, ek sal julle se net mooi niks. Al wat gebeur het is die pers het n „field day“ gehad, en almal het gebel en gekak en kerm oor die ongerief en geweld wat dit veroorsaak.
Watse oplossing is daar vir die gemors in ons land want elke dag steek n nuwe gier van geweld kop uit. As dit nie ATM’s is wat opgeblaas word nie is dit Xenophobia’ of metro lede wat met aapstreke begin?
Ek het n paar idee’s wat ek later sal bespreek in n opvolg artikel, maar indien iemand met n plan opkom se my.

Arive alive

Humor.

AMAZINGLY SIMPLE HOME REMEDIES
1. IF YOU'RE CHOKING ON AN ICE CUBE, SIMPLY POUR A CUP OF BOILING WATER DOWN YOUR THROAT. PRESTO! THE BLOCKAGE WILL INSTANTLY REMOVE ITSELF.2. AVOID CUTTING YOURSELF WHEN SLICING VEGETABLES BY GETTING SOMEONE ELSE TO HOLD THE VEGETABLES WHILE YOU CHOP.3. AVOID ARGUMENTS WITH THE FEMALES ABOUT LIFTING THE TOILET SEAT - USE THE SINK.4. FOR HIGH BLOOD PRESSURE SUFFERERS ~ SIMPLY CUT YOURSELF AND BLEED FOR A FEW MINUTES, THUS REDUCING THE PRESSURE ON YOUR VEINS. REMEMBER TO USE A TIMER.5. A MOUSE TRAP PLACED ON TOP OF YOUR ALARM CLOCK WILL PREVENT YOU FROM ROLLING OVER AND GOING BACK TO SLEEP AFTER YOU HIT THE SNOOZE BUTTON.6. IF YOU HAVE A BAD COUGH, TAKE A LARGE DOSE OF LAXATIVES. THEN YOU'LL BE AFRAID TO COUGH.7. YOU ONLY NEED TWO TOOLS IN LIFE - Q20 AND DUCT TAPE. IF IT DOESN'T MOVE AND SHOULD, USE THE Q20. IF IT SHOULDN'T MOVE AND DOES, USE THE DUCT TAPE.8. REMEMBER - EVERYONE SEEMS NORMAL UNTIL YOU GET TO KNOW THEM.9. IF YOU CAN'T FIX IT WITH A HAMMER, YOU'VE GOT AN ELECTRICAL PROBLEM

Humor.

Elizium for the sleepless soul

Painting by Carl Macoy musician and artist.

Humor

Romantiese skriba

Her ghost in the mist.

Standing on the castle walls I stared into the coming of the night. Beyond the forest lay thick and gloomy covered in a thick mist. She said she would return before the fall of darkness yet forsaken dread caught me and I knew I shall not see her again. A chill ran down my spine, pulling my cloak tight around my shoulders I left returning to the Wild boar tavern below.

Inside the air was filled with laughing drunk patrons, stale smell of tobacco and ale. Dark corners filled with even darker men, plotting, sneering from dawn till dusk.
No place is safe in this old world. My old soul yearns with sudden pain just to see her again. How I miss her why oh why did she leave me for that wake, my heart shatters in a thousand pieces.

Has she crossed the river styx, has she paid the ferryman his due. If only she had taken me with her, I could protect her in that dark places until we came to the light. Trapped in my thoughts and pain I stayed till just before sunrise.

Mounting my steed I slowly rode out the castle gate knowing not where the road my lead, for I care not without her my life has no meaning. An hours ride into the forest my steed suddenly reared and I saw the thick fog all around me. Dismounting I sensed something was afoot but what I could not say.
And suddenly I saw a figure emerging from the mist. Could it be, “by the sword of Odin” I gasped, it’s her. She stood smiling at me and held out her hand, as I took it she said. “I have come for you my love I can not cross the styx alone.”
At last things are as they should be and the mist enfolded us as we dissapeard from this dark old world.

DIEPER DENKE!

Finding & Keeping a Life Partner

Golden rules for finding your life partner by Dov Heller, M.A
When it comes to making the decision about choosing a life partner, no one wants to make a mistake. Yet, with a divorce rate of close to 50%, it appears that many are making serious mistakes in their approach to finding

Mr/Miss right!

If you ask most couples who are engaged why they're getting married,
they'll say: "We're in love". I believe this is the #1 mistake people make when they date. Choosing a life partner should never be based on love.
Though this may sound "not politically correct", there's a profound truth here. Love is not the basis for getting married. Rather, love is the result of a good marriage. When the other ingredients are right, then the love will come. Let me say it again:
"You can't build a lifetime relationship on love alone". You need a lot more!!!
Here are five questions you must ask yourself if you're serious about finding and keeping a life partner.
QUESTION 1: Do we share a common life purpose?
Why is this so important? Let me put it this way: If you're married for 20 or 30 years, that's a long time to live with someone. What do you plan to do with each other all that time? Travel, eat and jog together?
You need to share something deeper and more meaningful. You need a common life purpose.

Two things can happen in a marriage:
(1) You can grow together, or
(2) You can grow apart.50% of the people out there are growing apart. To make a marriage work, you need to know what you want out of life! Bottom line; and marry someone who wants the same thing.
QUESTION 2: Do I feel safe expressing my feelings and thoughts with this person?
This question goes to the core of the quality of your relationship.Feeling safe means you can communicate openly with this person. The basis of having good communication is trust - i.e. trust that I won't get "punished" ;or hurt for expressing my honest thoughts and feelings. A colleague of mine defines an abusive person as someone with whom you feel afraid to express your thoughts and feelings. Be honest with yourself on this one.
Make sure you feel emotionally safe with the person you plan to marry.

QUESTION 3: Is he/she a mensch?
A mensch is someone who is a refined and sensitive person. How can you test? Here are some suggestions.
Do they work on personal growth on a regular basis?Are they serious about improving themselves?A teacher of mine defines a good person as "someone who is always striving to be good and do the right ".So ask your significant other what do they do with their time? Is this person materialistic?
Usually a materialistic person is not someone whose top priority is character refinement.

There are essentially two types of people in the world:
(1) People who are dedicated to personal growth, and(2) People who are dedicated to seeking comfort.Someone whose goal in life is to be comfortable will put personal comfort ahead of doing the right thing. You need to know that before walking down the aisle.
QUESTION 4: How does he/she treat other people?The one most important thing that makes any relationship work is the ability to give. By giving, we mean the ability to give another person pleasure.
Ask: Is this someone who enjoys giving pleasure to others or are they wrapped up in themselves and self-absorbed? To measure this, think about the following:
How do they treat people whom they do not have to be nice to, such as waiters, bus boys, taxi drivers, etc.How do they treat their parents and siblings? Do they have gratitude and appreciation? If they don't have gratitude for the people who have given them everything;
Can you do nearly as much for them? You can be sure that someone who treats others poorly, will eventually treat you poorly as well.

QUESTION 5: Is there anything I'm hoping to change about this person after we're married?
Too many people make the mistake of marrying someone with the intention Of trying to "improve" them after they're married. As a colleague of mine puts it, "You can probably expect someone to change after marriage for the worse". If you cannot fully accept this person the way they are now, then you are not ready to marry them.

In conclusion, dating doesn't have to be difficult and treacherous. Thekey is to try leading a little more with your head and less with yourheart. It pays to be as objective as possible when you are dating; so be sureto ask questions that will help you get to the key issues. Falling inloveis a great feeling, but when you wake up with a ring on your finger, you don't want to find yourself in trouble because you didn't do yourhomework.

Another perspective....There are some people in your life that need to be loved from adistance....It's amazing what you can accomplish when you let go of or at least minimize your time with draining, negative, incompatible, not-goinganywhere relationships. Observe the relationships around you.
Pay attention....Which ones lift and which ones lean? Which ones encourage and which onesdiscourage? Which ones are on a path of growth uphill and which ones are going downhill? When you leave certain people do you feelBetter or feel worse? Which ones always have drama or don't reallyunderstand, know, or appreciate you?The more you seek quality, respect, growth, peace of mind, love and
truth around you...the easier it will become for you to decide who getsto sit in the front row and who should be moved to the balcony of yourlife.An African proverb states, "Before you get married, keep both eyes open,and after you marry, close one eye". Before you get involved and make acommitment to someone, don't let lust, pity, desperation, immaturity, ignorance, pressure from others or a low self-esteem make you blind towarning signs. Keep your eyes open, and don't fool yourself that you canchange someone or that what you see as faults aren't really that important.

Do you bring out the best in each other? Do you compliment andcompromise with each other, or do you compete, compare and control?What do you bring to the relationship? Do you bring past relationships, past hurt, past mistrust, past pain?You can't take someone to the altar to alter them. You can't makesomeone love you or make someone stay.
If you develop self-esteem, spiritual discernment, and "a life"; youwon't find yourself making someone else responsible for your happinessorresponsible for your pain. Seeking status, sex, and security are thewrong reasons to be in a relationship.

WHAT KEEPS A RELATIONSHIP STRONG ARE:
1. TRUST
2. COMMUNICATION
3. INTIMACY
4. A SENSE OF HUMOR
5. SHARING TASKS
6. SOME GETAWAY TIME WITHOUT BUSINESS OR CHILDREN
7. DAILY EXCHANGES (meal, shared activity, hug, call, touch, notes)
8. SHARING COMMON GOALS AND INTERESTS
9. GIVING EACH OTHER SPACE TO GROW WITHOUT FEELING INSECURE
10. GIVING EACH OTHER A SENSE OF BELONGING AND ASSURANCES OF COMMITMENT

If these qualities are missing, the relationship will erode as resentment, withdrawal, abuse, neglect, and dishonesty; and pain will replace it.

Humor!

DOG DIARY
8:00 am – Dog food! My favorite thing!
9:30 am – A car ride! My favorite thing!
9:40 am – A walk in the park! My favorite thing!
10:30 am – Got rubbed and petted! My favorite thing!
12:00 pm – Lunch! My favorite thing!
1:00 pm – Played in the yard! My favorite thing!
3:00 pm – Wagged my tail! My favorite thing!
5:00 pm – Milk bones! My favorite thing!
7:00 pm – Got to play ball! My favorite thing!
8:00 pm – Wow! Watched TV with my people! My favorite thing!
11:00 pm – Sleeping on the bed! My favorite thing!

CAT DIARY
Day 983 of my captivity.
My captors continue to taunt me with bizarre little dangling objects.
They dine lavishly on fresh meat, while the other inmates and I are fed hash or some sort of dry nuggets. Although I make my contempt for the rations perfectly clear, I nevertheless must eat something in order to keep up my strength. The only thing that keeps me going is my dream of escape.
In an attempt to disgust them, I once again vomit on the carpet.
Today I decapitated a mouse and dropped its headless body at their feet. I had hoped this would strike fear into their hearts, since it clearly demonstrates what I am capable of. However, they merely made condescending comments about what a 'good little hunter' I am. Bastards!
There was some sort of assembly of their accomplices tonight. I was placed in solitary confinement for the duration of the event. However, I could hear the noises and smell the food. I overheard that my confinement was due to the power of 'allergies.' I must learn what this means, and how to use it to my advantage.
Today I was almost successful in an attempt to assassinate one of my tormentors by weaving around his feet as he was walking. I must try this again tomorrow – but this time at the top of the stairs.
I am convinced that the other prisoners here are flunkies and snitches. The dog receives special privileges. He is regularly released – and seems to be more than willing to return. He is obviously retarded.
The bird has got to be an informant. I observe him communicate with the guards regularly. I am certain that he reports my every move. My captors have arranged protective custody for him in an elevated cell, so he is safe. . .
. . . for now. . .

Humor.

Hierdie is n briefie wat in n standard 2 klaskamer op getel was, die jong liefde is darem te goed.

DIE BOERE VROU.

Altyd as kind terwyl ek geskiedenis geleer het op skool van die voortrekkers het n mens altyd die term "n boer en sy roer gehoor". Wel wat van die boervrou en haar roer hulle het net so hard geveg as die mans soms harder. Saluut aan al ons pragtige afrikaner vroue daar is min wat gaan kers vashou by julle.

Epitaph van verlore liefde

Ek was op pad vanaf nerens
Op pad heen na erens,
Te lank gelede om te onthou;
En langs die pad was n afdraai
na die huisie van jou hart;

en instede van in toe
loop ek oor, en mis ek die padjie na jou hart;
nou is ek weer oppad na nerens;
op pad heen na erens
maar ek kyk nog uit,
dalk sien ek weer...
as jy sal...
die padjie na die huisie van jou hart.

Welkom.

Wel dis my eerste keer dat ek nou die "blogg" ding gaan probeer. Ek vind nog uit hoe werk als, so wees geduldig met my asseblief. My blogg sal in engels en afrikaans verskyn, en soms in n mengsel van alby. So taalpuriste verskoon dit. Ek wil op die blogg gesels oor alles en nog wat, musiek, taal, ons land wat in n gemors verkeer, kuns, rolprente, geloof ens. Ek hoop ek maak baie nuwe vriende en dat ons met gedates en woorde n paar wonde kan heel wat dalk in ons harte vekeer. Die titel van die blogg die rustelose siel, is ek dink, die gevoel wat meeste wit afrikaners in ons land voel. Maar dit vir later so welkom by my blogg ek hoop jy die leser geniet dit, enige kritiek, raad en komentaar is altyd welkom.