SONNET I
How can I look into your auburn eyes When the light of your soul is so blinding More radiant than the sun in our skies Purer than when a thousand angels sing Winter wanes in your perpetual spring Chased by the glow of your fiery hair Into my heart that never stops burning Into this inextinguishable prayer Life without you is living without air Is locked away for an eternity If I turn around and you are not there I would be a river without the sea For you are the fire that burns my veins You are the sun for the rest of my days
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You or Me
I’m sitting, waiting and thinking of you somewhere that side thinking of me, we know tonight only one of us will remain the other will settle his final debt. In the distance I see a silhouette — War is raw backwards but raw is a hymn made of explosions, cracked skulls and splatter, the rat-tat-tat-tat of guns and kaboom! The notes to the score for a gruesome dance. In the distance what I saw disappeared — All of them said we’d get used to this life of people falling. But we never do, because it’s all fantasy, tales adorned with glory and power and fire and pride In the distance I hear screams and gunfire — This Magnum Opus by some unseen hand an abstract of tissue and human waste of towering machines crushing the soul and black birds bowing and picking at things. In the distance and here it went quiet — Alone with my thoughts and thinking of us of we don’t want to die but since we’ll die probably soon then let’s find a reason like a family or honour or fear. In the distance you rose, in the distance you fell.
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The South
Constantia Heights with her green belt Sparkling pearls and quiet comfort — towers Fynbos dunes lost in pallid plains and flats The restless Cape Doctor ruffles my hair Shakes people and tickles old oaks — scatters Relics and phantoms into the pale sky Ants wrestle desperately in the long grass I wrestle black ink on white paper We wrestle institutions of the past Hottentots Hollands mountains sits quieted Observant, dark, grey and distant — ponders The ocean’s weight / The swoop of a swallow Benedikt Sebastian
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