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Random Voice: The purple man
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Tuesday, October 21, 2014. In a very yellow house. Lived a very purple man. He kept a very orange cat. And a colourful toucan. His hair was somewhat blue. And his coat was somewhat green. And his eyes were dark and weary. And he was seldom seen. You see people mocked and teased him. When he went into town. It made him kind of nervous. And made him feel so down. He wanted to be ordinary,. Fit it a little more,. But he was very different. On each and every score. Then one day he met a lady. 8220;O My,.
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Random Voice: May 2013
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Wednesday, May 1, 2013. In the night-time isolation. Screams a solitary soul. Against the sea of soulless faces. Without purpose, without goal. Flying from unsmiling lips. Covering the silent mutters. Slowly slipping, grasping calling. But no hero there to stop. Just a another nameless someone. In another endless drop. Into darkness and oblivion. While the faces turn away. Not a muttering of sorrow. No one wishes he would stay. In this sea of dread and darkness. Self-preservation is the key.
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Random Voice: July 2012
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Sunday, July 29, 2012. How true is this picture of you that I see? Is it reflection or is it debris. Of a life you have lived before you met me. Or is it the total of what you can be? Do you walk with the truth or deception and lies? Do I really know you or will I be surprised. If I listen to what others may already know,. Are you my idol or are you just low? I guess I will never know. Wednesday, July 18, 2012. Monday, July 16, 2012. There once was a boy from Inkhandla. Who told Mbeki to Hamba.
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Random Voice: November 2014
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Tuesday, November 11, 2014. I try to visit Butterfly World as often as I can. It is a great spot for photographers as you can get up close to many of the animals. Although the tropical butterfly garden is hot inside, there is a restaurant available where you can get refreshments. Here are some of my photos from my visits:. The garden itself is beautiful with tropical flowers and plants everywhere. There are little ponds and streams. The garden area is not big but it is very tranquil. Weskus Lewe Blogspot...
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Random Voice: Butterfly World
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Tuesday, November 11, 2014. I try to visit Butterfly World as often as I can. It is a great spot for photographers as you can get up close to many of the animals. Although the tropical butterfly garden is hot inside, there is a restaurant available where you can get refreshments. Here are some of my photos from my visits:. The garden itself is beautiful with tropical flowers and plants everywhere. There are little ponds and streams. The garden area is not big but it is very tranquil. Weskus Lewe Blogspot...
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Random Voice: This world
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Saturday, September 27, 2014. Silent prayers without direction. Float towards unhearing ears. Prayers for power and protection. Hope to still unending fears. This world of angry devastation. Brings so many hopeless cries. It seems so soulless and so random. When the innocent around us dies. In a world torn by religion,. Ruled by ungodly men,. I ask myself a simple question:. How will it end and when? Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). Family Support - A site for parents by parents.
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afrikaanse gedagtes: May 2012
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Thursday, 31 May 2012. Ek het 'n feetjie nodig. Ek het ‘n feetjie nodig. Wat die skool kan laat verdwyn. Wat my buite kan laat hardloop. Waar die son so lekker skyn. Ek het ‘n feetjie nodig. Wat my kamer skoon kan hou. Wat my blomkool sal kom opeet. En my spelwoorde onthou. 8216;n pers feetjie wat my bed opmaak. En ‘n pienke wat iets weet. Van wiskunde en EBW. En van Halley se komeet. 8216;n oranje een vir musiek. Om my toonlere te doen. En ‘n flambojante bloue. Wat alles kan regsoen. Wees maar my dromer...
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afrikaanse gedagtes: January 2013
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Thursday, 31 January 2013. Koue klip kasernes vibreer verwoestend grou. Treinspore wat gister wil onthou. Voetspore van vergete passasiers het al vervaag. Tolbosse het selfs voeltjies van platforms verjaag. Stasies is gesluit en stil en werkers is verdaag. Wind huil argeloos om hoeke en reen kom vlaag op vlaag. Al die fotos van die stasies is nou in wit en swart. Die treine en die spore staan lankal al apart. 8216;n Uil roep steur die stilte en kleef deur murg en been. Thursday, 24 January 2013. Toegedra...
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afrikaanse gedagtes: Die lyn
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Saturday, 21 March 2015. Die tatoe idee het as ‘n soort rebellie begin. Dewald se pa haat tatoeërmerke. Dewald se pa haat alles wat nie voor 1850 allemansgebruik was nie. Wel, dalk nou nie heeltemal 1850 nie, maar jy verstaan wat ek bedoel. Hy was nie die verligte, moderne tipe nie. Elke verbetering wat Dewald op die plaas wil aanbring kos amper ‘n jaar van argumente, navorsing en soebat voor die ou man instem. Dan keur hy boonop nog meer as die helfte af. Sy kon nie kook nie. Dewald het kom sê dat sy di...
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afrikaanse gedagtes: September 2012
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Saturday, 29 September 2012. Woede - woede -. Speel my gedagtes jou. Geskil van alle sagtheid,. Brutaliteit in koue grou. Sweet aggressie oor my huis. Vertaal in glasskerp klank. Versprei sy eie stank. Ek verstaan jou seer. En jou verpakte smart. Die haat groei uit jou siekte. Verwyderd van jou hart. Ek mis jou maar ek mis jou voor die eerste dood. Jou tweede het maar net die grense nog vergroot. Sunday, 23 September 2012. Want een is ‘n honderd. Sê die stem van my hart. Vir die stem van my brein:. Fluis...