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en jaa.......... daar is nog baie gedigte wat rond float dalk word dit volgende jaar nog "n bundel,,,,,,, maar my bundels is soos 'n ekspose,, mense raak goed bemoerd vir my oor dit wat ek se dink en voel!!!
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style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;And the stars will create you too&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;My soul you seek in your hands&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;give me the color to paint the night,  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;And I will show you a dream-------&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;Take the palest shade of white  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;For the moonbeams of trust&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;And the deepest shade of indigo to shade the passion&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;Paint the past an unseen black.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;And then my prince…..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;Turn the dream of days to come in a shower of color.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div 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dreams'/><author><name>Ronel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00432684324212512951</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GIedB31J1Xw/SxPSUfWa3BI/AAAAAAAAAHs/_qja_0bokW8/S220/IMG_1868.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5273879745531760144.post-3900595379883208401</id><published>2011-03-12T03:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-03-12T03:33:08.649-08:00</updated><title type='text'>dark angel</title><content type='html'>&lt;style type="text/css"&gt;p { margin-bottom: 0.21cm; }&lt;/style&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="CENTER" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;b&gt;Dark Angel&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="CENTER" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="CENTER" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="CENTER" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="CENTER" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="CENTER" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,sans-serif;"&gt;You come to me in the dead of night&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="CENTER" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,sans-serif;"&gt;Like the breeze of twelve&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="CENTER" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,sans-serif;"&gt;And your hands so cold, feel right&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="CENTER" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,sans-serif;"&gt;With a single sigh I give myself&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="CENTER" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="CENTER" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,sans-serif;"&gt;O’ you child of evil, of fear&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="CENTER" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,sans-serif;"&gt;Your scary lust so intensely here&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="CENTER" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,sans-serif;"&gt;You mesmerize&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="CENTER" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,sans-serif;"&gt;You tantalize&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="CENTER" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="CENTER" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,sans-serif;"&gt;From deep within my loin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="CENTER" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,sans-serif;"&gt;I feel the wetness of need&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="CENTER" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,sans-serif;"&gt;I feel the hardness of your groin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="CENTER" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,sans-serif;"&gt;My darkness you must feed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="CENTER" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="CENTER" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,sans-serif;"&gt;In flashing moments of possession&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="CENTER" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,sans-serif;"&gt;In intense fear and pain&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="CENTER" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,sans-serif;"&gt;You take me without heed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="CENTER" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,sans-serif;"&gt;Your throbbing lust makes us one&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="CENTER" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="CENTER" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,sans-serif;"&gt;In minutes, hours, lifetimes of madness&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="CENTER" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,sans-serif;"&gt;You brutalize me to climax&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="CENTER" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,sans-serif;"&gt;I hear my far of screams in the night&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="CENTER" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,sans-serif;"&gt;And then, it’s over and you’re gone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="CENTER" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="CENTER" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,sans-serif;"&gt;Like an empty screen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="CENTER" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,sans-serif;"&gt;And all that is left&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="CENTER" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,sans-serif;"&gt;The stain of spent&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="CENTER" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,sans-serif;"&gt;In the last rays of the moons light&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="CENTER" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="CENTER" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,sans-serif;"&gt;A single owl far away&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="CENTER" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,sans-serif;"&gt;My bruised body wrapped in night&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="CENTER" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,sans-serif;"&gt;Your seed, all which will stay&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="CENTER" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,sans-serif;"&gt;O’ your touch, so wrong, so right&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="CENTER" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="CENTER" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5273879745531760144-3900595379883208401?l=patriciathechatter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://patriciathechatter.blogspot.com/feeds/3900595379883208401/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5273879745531760144&amp;postID=3900595379883208401' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5273879745531760144/posts/default/3900595379883208401'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5273879745531760144.post-1011936752948059544</id><published>2011-03-12T02:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-03-12T02:59:26.762-08:00</updated><title type='text'>to whom it may concern.........……….</title><content type='html'>ek is nie Delta Dawn&lt;br /&gt;my blom ek dra lank nie verlep&lt;br /&gt;my wasgoed wapper nie op n geroeste lyn&lt;br /&gt;die doring in my vlees&lt;br /&gt;lank nie meer n pyn&lt;br /&gt;ek sit nie  op die stoep soos n wees&lt;br /&gt;en droom van liefde eens vervloe&lt;br /&gt;ek dans partymaal in kroee&lt;br /&gt;ek is nie Delta Dawn&lt;br /&gt;al my mores skyn helder voor ek sterf&lt;br /&gt;daar is geen brandsiek hond op my werf&lt;br /&gt;daar is nie n tattoo hartjie met&lt;br /&gt;‘I love Tiny’ in my bo arm geset&lt;br /&gt;geen vaal pienk flamink in die tuin&lt;br /&gt;maar ek hou darem van wyn&lt;br /&gt;my wasgoed is trots-wit in die wind&lt;br /&gt;ek gil nie histeries op n vuil bek kind&lt;br /&gt;ek dra nie curlers en perms&lt;br /&gt;ek dra nie fluffy pienk slippers en crimpelene&lt;br /&gt;ek rook nie Lexington&lt;br /&gt;ek vee nie paving van beton&lt;br /&gt;ek kla jou nie&lt;br /&gt;ek pla jou nie&lt;br /&gt;ek sit landmyn-kalm op my stoep&lt;br /&gt;ek add nie whom it may concern&lt;br /&gt;of heil die leser op my pos&lt;br /&gt;ek rou nie oor gister&lt;br /&gt;ek dra net fasionable swart&lt;br /&gt;ek dra my deurmekaar krulle los&lt;br /&gt;die rys tekort , die osoonlaag&lt;br /&gt;politieke gemors&lt;br /&gt;al daai dinge is ander se pyn&lt;br /&gt;ek gil nie afrikaners is plesierig&lt;br /&gt;ek dra rip-off jeans&lt;br /&gt;ek eet met my hand&lt;br /&gt;ek dra sleutels  aan n band&lt;br /&gt;ek is nie Delta Dawn&lt;br /&gt;ek het nie tyd om heeldag te wag&lt;br /&gt;ek hou van huil ek hou van lag&lt;br /&gt;ek is commin&lt;br /&gt;ek is smart&lt;br /&gt;ek is n lady&lt;br /&gt;ek like manne met baard&lt;br /&gt;ek is ek&lt;br /&gt;so gemaak en so gelaat staan&lt;br /&gt;ek dans kaal in die volmaan&lt;br /&gt;take it or leave it&lt;br /&gt;chuck it or believe it&lt;br /&gt;…………………&lt;br /&gt;to whom it may concern&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5273879745531760144-1011936752948059544?l=patriciathechatter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://patriciathechatter.blogspot.com/feeds/1011936752948059544/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5273879745531760144&amp;postID=1011936752948059544' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5273879745531760144/posts/default/1011936752948059544'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5273879745531760144/posts/default/1011936752948059544'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://patriciathechatter.blogspot.com/2011/03/to-whom-it-may-concernalle-ooreenkoms.html' title='to whom it may concern.........……….'/><author><name>Ronel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00432684324212512951</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GIedB31J1Xw/SxPSUfWa3BI/AAAAAAAAAHs/_qja_0bokW8/S220/IMG_1868.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5273879745531760144.post-5298714803983903778</id><published>2011-03-12T02:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-03-12T02:38:10.242-08:00</updated><title type='text'>koffiedruppelgedagtes</title><content type='html'>Die reuk van  varsgedrupte koffie&lt;br /&gt;vou om my soos n oggend gebed&lt;br /&gt;voelsang,&lt;br /&gt;wat sal my red?&lt;br /&gt;Pyn omvou die warm lyf,&lt;br /&gt;van my&lt;br /&gt;van n vrou&lt;br /&gt;n oomblik  voel ek broos&lt;br /&gt;die seer  kom le hier vlak in my&lt;br /&gt;Die veraad kook sooibrand op&lt;br /&gt;O God !O God! tas ek in my donker rond&lt;br /&gt;geen liefde, &lt;br /&gt;geen hart,&lt;br /&gt;geen seen oor&lt;br /&gt;my beker is leeg&lt;br /&gt;my hart is leeg&lt;br /&gt;my siel is dood&lt;br /&gt;die satynlap omvou my naakte lyf&lt;br /&gt;die warm bloed klop in my are&lt;br /&gt;maar daar is&lt;br /&gt;daar is ,,,,&lt;br /&gt;daar is niks&lt;br /&gt;in my vrou wees geen behoefte  oor&lt;br /&gt;in my ek wees net glas skerwe verloor&lt;br /&gt;nie drang&lt;br /&gt;nie bedel&lt;br /&gt;nooit weer liefde  vra&lt;br /&gt;lyntjie vir lyntjie kleur&lt;br /&gt;kleur in die masker gesig&lt;br /&gt;maak die glimlag&lt;br /&gt;vlak dalk tot in die lig&lt;br /&gt;een vir een word die vals lae gehang&lt;br /&gt;die lyf van lank terug se nanag passie bedek&lt;br /&gt;bere,&lt;br /&gt;steek weg,&lt;br /&gt;bedek die ek&lt;br /&gt;geen hande wat my middel omvou&lt;br /&gt;geen kyke wat my giggel uit tou&lt;br /&gt;so lank se weg steek&lt;br /&gt;so lank se alleenwees&lt;br /&gt;so lank is dit ek ,,, en ek&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5273879745531760144-5298714803983903778?l=patriciathechatter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://patriciathechatter.blogspot.com/feeds/5298714803983903778/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5273879745531760144&amp;postID=5298714803983903778' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5273879745531760144/posts/default/5298714803983903778'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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drup&lt;br /&gt;wraaksoet benaar jou hoonlag my&lt;br /&gt;jou woede pars die dou uit my siel&lt;br /&gt;haat stol glimgroen in die plank- groewe van jou gemoed&lt;br /&gt;die nag in jou siel&lt;br /&gt;gooi skadus in jou vlasblou oe&lt;br /&gt;klein inmekaar gekrimp&lt;br /&gt;sit ek in my duister sel&lt;br /&gt;tel ek die dooie roosblare&lt;br /&gt;wat stadig saam die wind&lt;br /&gt;deur my sel tralies reen&lt;br /&gt;onverklaarbaar vir my&lt;br /&gt;die dimensies van jou wraak&lt;br /&gt;soos kristal reenboe&lt;br /&gt;in die namiddag son&lt;br /&gt;flymskers, onvang baar&lt;br /&gt;sonder naam&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5273879745531760144-1002338854588304507?l=patriciathechatter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://patriciathechatter.blogspot.com/feeds/1002338854588304507/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link 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src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GIedB31J1Xw/SxPSUfWa3BI/AAAAAAAAAHs/_qja_0bokW8/S220/IMG_1868.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5273879745531760144.post-4791411262579388623</id><published>2011-03-12T02:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-03-12T03:34:25.898-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Die  Strand  jut  wolf</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-nmBFIJexrtU/TXtaMFnrFxI/AAAAAAAAAJA/JR-4QnMqUg0/s1600/wolf.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-nmBFIJexrtU/TXtaMFnrFxI/AAAAAAAAAJA/JR-4QnMqUg0/s320/wolf.jpg" width="230" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Voetspore op die nat sand&lt;br /&gt;Hier het hy geloop,&lt;br /&gt;die Strandjut Wolf&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Net een ry spore na die land&lt;br /&gt;Hy was hier,&lt;br /&gt;die Strandjut Wolf&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Onthou hom,&lt;br /&gt;die Strandjut Wolf&lt;br /&gt;Hy het buite die vuur se kring geroep na al ons gisters&lt;br /&gt;Die Strandjut Wolf&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In sy geel oe, die volmaan&lt;br /&gt;die kennis van sy voorsate&lt;br /&gt;Van elke Cherokee kryger,&lt;br /&gt;nou n Strandjut Wolf&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Een , een loop hul alleen&lt;br /&gt;Die Srandjut Wolf&lt;br /&gt;Hyl roep op verlate strande&lt;br /&gt;In die nag na eerstydse bande&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vermeng in die bloed van die prairie hings&lt;br /&gt;…Cherokee&lt;br /&gt;en die Srandjut Wolf&lt;br /&gt;Stil buite die kring van vlamme&lt;br /&gt;Sal hy staan, met wysheid&lt;br /&gt;Die Strandjut Wolf&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hy weet...&lt;br /&gt;hy sien ...&lt;br /&gt;hy verstaan...&lt;br /&gt;hy is die strandjut wolf&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sy skadu die van n kryger&lt;br /&gt;Sy vorm die van n pronkende hings&lt;br /&gt;Hy is daar,&lt;br /&gt;In die maanlig&lt;br /&gt;Die Strandjut Wolf&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5273879745531760144-4791411262579388623?l=patriciathechatter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://patriciathechatter.blogspot.com/feeds/4791411262579388623/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5273879745531760144&amp;postID=4791411262579388623' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5273879745531760144/posts/default/4791411262579388623'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5273879745531760144/posts/default/4791411262579388623'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://patriciathechatter.blogspot.com/2011/03/die-strand-jut-wolf.html' title='Die  Strand  jut  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src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GIedB31J1Xw/SxPSUfWa3BI/AAAAAAAAAHs/_qja_0bokW8/S220/IMG_1868.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5273879745531760144.post-2038318004501582482</id><published>2009-11-30T06:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-30T06:17:47.861-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Vergifnis?</title><content type='html'>Tussen jou en my meer as n berg&lt;br /&gt;Meer soos n slagveld van gebroke dae&lt;br /&gt;Meer soos n uitwissing van drome en siel&lt;br /&gt;Jaar in jaar uit mekaar verniel&lt;br /&gt;Gerepte vredes vlae&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jy het tog hard probeer&lt;br /&gt;Jy het op jou manier goed wou doen&lt;br /&gt;Seker kere  was my woorde seer&lt;br /&gt;Party maal selfs was daar n glimlag en soen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Van daar tot nou het net die papierwerk gebly&lt;br /&gt;Oor en weer mekaar gehaat&lt;br /&gt;Sonder ophou in elke kant gestry&lt;br /&gt;Ek het n lewe&lt;br /&gt;Jy n nuwe maat&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nou staan jy voor my jou oe verdof&lt;br /&gt;Die eens blou oe moeg en seer&lt;br /&gt;In jou siel  van die jong man nog net stof&lt;br /&gt;Jou ligaam maer en verweer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jy staan soekend en kyk na my&lt;br /&gt;Jy se ek vra net vir hul daaglikse brood&lt;br /&gt;Bere die haat ne spreek my vry&lt;br /&gt;Maak dit gelyk want more is ek  dood&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5273879745531760144-2038318004501582482?l=patriciathechatter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://patriciathechatter.blogspot.com/feeds/2038318004501582482/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5273879745531760144&amp;postID=2038318004501582482' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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uit n maer borsie my kind&lt;br /&gt;‘n taai handtjie wat na moeder bors reik my kind&lt;br /&gt;Die hart van n swaeltjie veras in die wind&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;been-swaaiend in die groot akker boom&lt;br /&gt;jy , en die kat pootjies giggel en wink&lt;br /&gt;stil met jou vlas wit hare so sag&lt;br /&gt;geen woord, net die kennis, net die kind&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tong vasgebyt, potlood in hand&lt;br /&gt;skeef-kop drome in griffel sand&lt;br /&gt;ek dink die feetjies het jou gebring my kind&lt;br /&gt;ek glo die engele dans om jou my kind&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kan ek dalk keer dat jy ooit groot word my kind&lt;br /&gt;kan ek nie maar vra dat pyn jou verbygaan my kind&lt;br /&gt;kan ek skydsmure om jou bou my kind&lt;br /&gt;kan jou drome ongeskerf bly in die wind&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5273879745531760144-2968206880659540173?l=patriciathechatter.blogspot.com' alt='' 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src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GIedB31J1Xw/SxPSUfWa3BI/AAAAAAAAAHs/_qja_0bokW8/S220/IMG_1868.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5273879745531760144.post-5201244608361457086</id><published>2009-11-30T06:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-30T06:15:23.635-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Troebadoer</title><content type='html'>Troebadoer&lt;br /&gt;Meester van lied&lt;br /&gt;Koning van verdriet&lt;br /&gt;sing van ons mores&lt;br /&gt;Gisters&lt;br /&gt;en seer&lt;br /&gt;Sing van drome en toekoms&lt;br /&gt;En weer probeer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Troebadoer&lt;br /&gt;Vertel die verhaal&lt;br /&gt;op klawer ritme&lt;br /&gt;en simbaal&lt;br /&gt;Vertel van n dromer&lt;br /&gt;se verhaal&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Troebadoer&lt;br /&gt;Meester van lied&lt;br /&gt;Met n mikrofoon&lt;br /&gt;Kan jy seer in n liedtjie giet&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Troebadoer&lt;br /&gt;Meester van lied&lt;br /&gt;Koning van verdriet&lt;br /&gt;wat lewens in akoorde in verskiet&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sing vir my n liedtjie&lt;br /&gt;Speel vir my jou spel&lt;br /&gt;Kyk agter jou&lt;br /&gt;Gebroke harte getel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Troebadoer&lt;br /&gt;Koning van lied&lt;br /&gt;n slagveld om jou&lt;br /&gt;net maar n droom&lt;br /&gt;om jou gehoor te omvou&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Troebadaoer&lt;br /&gt;Die verhoog is jou tuis&lt;br /&gt;Die woorde jou reis&lt;br /&gt;meester van lied&lt;br /&gt;sing jy,&lt;br /&gt;of is jy koning van verdriet?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5273879745531760144-5201244608361457086?l=patriciathechatter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://patriciathechatter.blogspot.com/feeds/5201244608361457086/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GIedB31J1Xw/SxPSUfWa3BI/AAAAAAAAAHs/_qja_0bokW8/S220/IMG_1868.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5273879745531760144.post-7855899473310265783</id><published>2009-11-30T06:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-30T06:14:23.987-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Starlight star bright</title><content type='html'>Starlight star bright&lt;br /&gt;What have you done to me?&lt;br /&gt;I remember a child’s hands&lt;br /&gt;Pushing you away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remember a song you sang&lt;br /&gt;Looking at me&lt;br /&gt;Not yet a woman&lt;br /&gt;Still a long-hair fairy child&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the dark of the night&lt;br /&gt;My room pure and white&lt;br /&gt;You came for me&lt;br /&gt;In the light of the moon&lt;br /&gt;You took what was mine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Starlight star bright&lt;br /&gt;What have you done to me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That night I created a pace&lt;br /&gt;So deep&lt;br /&gt;So alone&lt;br /&gt;So far away&lt;br /&gt;To hide in far, far away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time after time I hid there&lt;br /&gt;Away from you&lt;br /&gt;There they couldn’t touch me&lt;br /&gt;My body was whole&lt;br /&gt;Was mine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Starlight star bright&lt;br /&gt;What have you done to me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There I could dream&lt;br /&gt;Of fairies and princes true&lt;br /&gt;There love was soft and blue&lt;br /&gt;The words said there was true&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Starlight star bright&lt;br /&gt;What have you done to me&lt;br /&gt;So many years have passed since then&lt;br /&gt;So many nights&lt;br /&gt;Since your footfall and smell&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Starlight star bright&lt;br /&gt;What you did to me&lt;br /&gt; Who am i&lt;br /&gt;What did you do to me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who died right there?&lt;br /&gt;Who was born in that?&lt;br /&gt;Starlight star bright&lt;br /&gt;Did you ever stop to think?&lt;br /&gt;What you did to me&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5273879745531760144-7855899473310265783?l=patriciathechatter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://patriciathechatter.blogspot.com/feeds/7855899473310265783/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5273879745531760144&amp;postID=7855899473310265783' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5273879745531760144/posts/default/7855899473310265783'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5273879745531760144/posts/default/7855899473310265783'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://patriciathechatter.blogspot.com/2009/11/starlight-star-bright.html' title='Starlight star bright'/><author><name>Ronel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00432684324212512951</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GIedB31J1Xw/SxPSUfWa3BI/AAAAAAAAAHs/_qja_0bokW8/S220/IMG_1868.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5273879745531760144.post-7681570201914034105</id><published>2009-11-30T06:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-30T06:13:23.183-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Die Strandjut wolf</title><content type='html'>Voetspore op die nat sand&lt;br /&gt;Hier het hy geloop,&lt;br /&gt;die Strandjut Wolf&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Net een ry spore na die land&lt;br /&gt;Hy was hier,&lt;br /&gt;die Strandjut Wolf&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Onthou hom,&lt;br /&gt;die Strandjut Wolf&lt;br /&gt;Hy het buite die vuur se kring geroep na al ons gisters&lt;br /&gt;Die Strandjut Wolf&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In sy geel oe in die volmaan&lt;br /&gt;Le al die kennis van sy voorsate&lt;br /&gt;Van elke Cherokee kryger,&lt;br /&gt;nou n Strandjut Wolf&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Een , een loop hul alleen&lt;br /&gt;Die Srandjut Wolf&lt;br /&gt;Hul roep op verlate  strande&lt;br /&gt;In die nag na eerstydse bande&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vermeng in die bloed van die prairie hings …Cherokee&lt;br /&gt;En die Srandjut Wolf&lt;br /&gt;Stil buite die kring van vlamme&lt;br /&gt;Sal hy staan, met wysheid&lt;br /&gt;Die Strandjut Wolf&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hy weet,&lt;br /&gt;hy sien ,&lt;br /&gt;hy verstaan&lt;br /&gt;Hy is die strandjut wolf&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sy skadu die van n kryger&lt;br /&gt;Sy vorm die van n pronkende hings&lt;br /&gt;Hy is daar, blink van pels&lt;br /&gt;In die maanlig&lt;br /&gt;Die Strandjut Wolf&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5273879745531760144-7681570201914034105?l=patriciathechatter.blogspot.com' 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src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GIedB31J1Xw/SxPSUfWa3BI/AAAAAAAAAHs/_qja_0bokW8/S220/IMG_1868.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5273879745531760144.post-8877099093996759969</id><published>2008-11-15T00:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-15T01:01:22.575-08:00</updated><title type='text'>In die sloot</title><content type='html'>Siembamba altyd is die merke daar&lt;br /&gt;o verblindend word die realiteite waar&lt;br /&gt;geen woord van wraak&lt;br /&gt;siembamba teen jou gespreek&lt;br /&gt;harte van bloed, orals oor gebreek&lt;br /&gt;siembamba mamma se kind&lt;br /&gt;kom ek gooi jou vir die wind&lt;br /&gt;spin in jou gru hoek&lt;br /&gt;daai dit na jouself, jou vloek&lt;br /&gt;siembamba mamma se rug na jou gekeer&lt;br /&gt;jou geheime vir drank verkoop&lt;br /&gt;vriende van hul lewe gestroop&lt;br /&gt;siembamba kinders nek om gedraai&lt;br /&gt;siembamba ek het jou foto op gevou&lt;br /&gt;kierangs heerlik gebraai&lt;br /&gt;wat jy saai o wat jy saai&lt;br /&gt;voor waar sal jy verseker maai&lt;br /&gt;voor die haan drie maal gaan kraai&lt;br /&gt;siembamba sal die kierangs braai&lt;br /&gt;siembamba ek vat ek begeer&lt;br /&gt;ek maak seer weer en weer&lt;br /&gt;siembamba mamma se kindtjie&lt;br /&gt;weg gegooi in die wind&lt;br /&gt;uit moederskoot&lt;br /&gt;weg gegooi in die sloot&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5273879745531760144-8877099093996759969?l=patriciathechatter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://patriciathechatter.blogspot.com/feeds/8877099093996759969/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5273879745531760144&amp;postID=8877099093996759969' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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kabouters...............&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ghnumpie is 'n klein klein mannetjie&lt;br /&gt;Ghnumpie dra sy brootjies in 'n kannetjie&lt;br /&gt;Ghnumpie bly onder die groot boom in die park&lt;br /&gt;Ghnumpie het tot da gekom in 'n ark&lt;br /&gt;Ghnumpie het berg-af gekom in die vloed&lt;br /&gt;weg gespoel met al sy baie goed&lt;br /&gt;Ghnumpie staan op stene om oor die roos boom te sien&lt;br /&gt;In duime staan hy skaars agtien&lt;br /&gt;In jare is hy honderd en twee&lt;br /&gt;Uit 'n okkerneut dop drink hy sy tee&lt;br /&gt;As hy tussen die blomme wag&lt;br /&gt;hoor jy hom dalk uit sy magie lag.&lt;br /&gt;Ghnumpie is van kabouter land se beste&lt;br /&gt;Ghnumpie kom daar,... daar ver van die Weste&lt;br /&gt;Ghnumpie is 'n oulike kerel gewis&lt;br /&gt;Ghnumpie pas die skoenlappers se kolle op beslis!&lt;br /&gt;So as jy die blomme sien ritsel,........&lt;br /&gt;dalk is dit Ghnumpie,...&lt;br /&gt;wag 'n titsel&lt;br /&gt;want 'n skaam knaap is hy gewis&lt;br /&gt;maar 'n oppasser is hy beslis!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5273879745531760144-1849636765044364144?l=patriciathechatter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://patriciathechatter.blogspot.com/feeds/1849636765044364144/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5273879745531760144&amp;postID=1849636765044364144' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5273879745531760144/posts/default/1849636765044364144'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5273879745531760144/posts/default/1849636765044364144'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://patriciathechatter.blogspot.com/2008/11/ghnumpie.html' title='Ghnumpie'/><author><name>Ronel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00432684324212512951</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GIedB31J1Xw/SxPSUfWa3BI/AAAAAAAAAHs/_qja_0bokW8/S220/IMG_1868.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5273879745531760144.post-5281028271411268711</id><published>2008-11-15T00:46:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-15T00:49:54.369-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Drog beelde in die skemer lig.</title><content type='html'>Was dit daar&lt;br /&gt;Was dit weg&lt;br /&gt;Is dit oe verblindery&lt;br /&gt;Is dit n siel gevange’&lt;br /&gt;of is dit lankal vry&lt;br /&gt;Sien jy my&lt;br /&gt;Sien jy my&lt;br /&gt;Was dit daar&lt;br /&gt;Was dit weg&lt;br /&gt;Is ek lankal dood&lt;br /&gt;Soek in die donker se skemerlig&lt;br /&gt;Dalk het die engel lankal gevlug&lt;br /&gt;Was dit daar&lt;br /&gt;Was dit weg&lt;br /&gt;Is daar n muur van staal&lt;br /&gt;Is dit dalk net n drogbeeld wat daar dwaal&lt;br /&gt;Lankal meer kan jy dit nie pen&lt;br /&gt;Dalk het jy verloor&lt;br /&gt;Dalk het jy gewen&lt;br /&gt;Pasop vir wat jy dink is dit&lt;br /&gt;Pasop vir in leuens verstik&lt;br /&gt;Was dit daar&lt;br /&gt;Was dit weg&lt;br /&gt;Sien jy my&lt;br /&gt;Sien jy my?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5273879745531760144-5281028271411268711?l=patriciathechatter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://patriciathechatter.blogspot.com/feeds/5281028271411268711/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5273879745531760144&amp;postID=5281028271411268711' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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vertel&lt;br /&gt;van die spoke in die gange van die ou reserwe bank,&lt;br /&gt;ek wou jou nog se&lt;br /&gt;van die eens here huis in die plein,&lt;br /&gt;ek wou jou nog vertel&lt;br /&gt;van M wat dronk op paul kruger se hoed geklouter het&lt;br /&gt;en by die voortrekker monument gedans het oppie muur ,&lt;br /&gt;wou jou nog vertel&lt;br /&gt;van lulu se nagmerries,&lt;br /&gt;wou jou vertel van die blinde vrou op die bus,&lt;br /&gt;wou jou vertel&lt;br /&gt;van my baas se haarstyl,&lt;br /&gt;wou jou vertel&lt;br /&gt;hoeveel jy vir my saak maak,&lt;br /&gt;wou jou vertel&lt;br /&gt;hoekom ek so maklik seer kry,&lt;br /&gt; wou jou vertel van my eie wereld waarin ek dieper in weg raak,&lt;br /&gt;ek wou jou vertel,,,&lt;br /&gt;maar nou kan ek nie meer,&lt;br /&gt;ek wou jou sommer n sms stuur maar daar is nie n nommer waarheen,&lt;br /&gt;ek wou se ek gee om,&lt;br /&gt;maar ek kan nie meer,&lt;br /&gt;wou nog saam jou oor n kaffeeontbyt&lt;br /&gt;mense om ons beloer,&lt;br /&gt;ek wou nog se,&lt;br /&gt;maar dit is te laat,&lt;br /&gt;ek wou nog saam jou n slag see toe gaan,&lt;br /&gt;wou nog die sneeu gaan kyk,&lt;br /&gt;ek wou jou nog een lekker gesels mail stuur&lt;br /&gt;ek wou nog jou naam op my foon sien&lt;br /&gt;ek wou nog soveel dinge doen&lt;br /&gt;ek wou nog&lt;br /&gt;ek en jy moes gaan skydive,&lt;br /&gt;ek wou nog,&lt;br /&gt;ag tog ek wou nog maar nou is dit te laat&lt;br /&gt;ek wou nog eenkeer saam jou koffie drink&lt;br /&gt;ek wou nog&lt;br /&gt;in stille bewondering vir jou staar&lt;br /&gt;ek wou nog jou foto laat vergroot en raam&lt;br /&gt;ek wou jou nog vertel hoe T dink jy het hom ok weg gegooi&lt;br /&gt;ek wou nog boodskappe saam jou gestuur het waar jy gaan&lt;br /&gt;ek wou nog jou glimlag een maal sien&lt;br /&gt;ek wou nog ek wou nog&lt;br /&gt;ek wou nog ,,, maar dit te laat&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5273879745531760144-8932236173733195283?l=patriciathechatter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://patriciathechatter.blogspot.com/feeds/8932236173733195283/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5273879745531760144&amp;postID=8932236173733195283' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5273879745531760144/posts/default/8932236173733195283'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5273879745531760144/posts/default/8932236173733195283'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://patriciathechatter.blogspot.com/2008/11/ek-wou-nog.html' title='Ek wou nog'/><author><name>Ronel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00432684324212512951</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GIedB31J1Xw/SxPSUfWa3BI/AAAAAAAAAHs/_qja_0bokW8/S220/IMG_1868.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5273879745531760144.post-3129139871017878226</id><published>2008-11-15T00:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-15T00:35:04.389-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Perels</title><content type='html'>soos 'n perel in 'n skulp&lt;br /&gt;soos n skoenlapper in n net&lt;br /&gt;soos 'n seep bel gevul met jou asem&lt;br /&gt;so voel my hart in jou hande&lt;br /&gt;soos n blom wat na die son reik&lt;br /&gt;soos n swerwer na die pad&lt;br /&gt;so hunker ek na jou&lt;br /&gt;soos kanker vreet jou woede aan my&lt;br /&gt;soos suur brand ander se woorde&lt;br /&gt;soos water in die woestyn&lt;br /&gt;soos wolke in die lug&lt;br /&gt;so is die bevryding van vergifnis&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5273879745531760144-3129139871017878226?l=patriciathechatter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://patriciathechatter.blogspot.com/feeds/3129139871017878226/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5273879745531760144&amp;postID=3129139871017878226' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5273879745531760144/posts/default/3129139871017878226'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5273879745531760144/posts/default/3129139871017878226'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://patriciathechatter.blogspot.com/2008/11/perels.html' title='Perels'/><author><name>Ronel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00432684324212512951</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GIedB31J1Xw/SxPSUfWa3BI/AAAAAAAAAHs/_qja_0bokW8/S220/IMG_1868.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5273879745531760144.post-6325330145992106084</id><published>2008-11-15T00:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-15T00:28:38.188-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Slinters</title><content type='html'>splinters in my tone&lt;br /&gt;splinters in my vingers&lt;br /&gt;splinters in my hart&lt;br /&gt;groet dan net my lippe&lt;br /&gt;pak my voordeur toe met klippe&lt;br /&gt;loop net weg&lt;br /&gt;word 'n skim in die mis&lt;br /&gt;groet dan net my hart&lt;br /&gt;splinters van lag in my lyf&lt;br /&gt;splinters van gisters swerend in my vlees&lt;br /&gt;grou hul uit met 'n koevoet&lt;br /&gt;krap hul uit met 'n mes&lt;br /&gt;laat skoon bloed tap&lt;br /&gt;splinters van gister&lt;br /&gt;splinters in my hake&lt;br /&gt;dorings in my voete&lt;br /&gt;kaalvoet weghardloop van onthou&lt;br /&gt;seer voet weg geharldoop van jou&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5273879745531760144-6325330145992106084?l=patriciathechatter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://patriciathechatter.blogspot.com/feeds/6325330145992106084/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5273879745531760144&amp;postID=6325330145992106084' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5273879745531760144/posts/default/6325330145992106084'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5273879745531760144/posts/default/6325330145992106084'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://patriciathechatter.blogspot.com/2008/11/slinters.html' title='Slinters'/><author><name>Ronel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00432684324212512951</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GIedB31J1Xw/SxPSUfWa3BI/AAAAAAAAAHs/_qja_0bokW8/S220/IMG_1868.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5273879745531760144.post-4050571943172647853</id><published>2008-11-09T01:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T07:42:52.875-08:00</updated><title type='text'>GPS</title><content type='html'>So dan se mens dit is waar dit maar ophou&lt;br /&gt;hier staan die bordjie “Genoeg 12km”&lt;br /&gt;hier is die afdraai na “klaar probeer”&lt;br /&gt;hier is ek, gaan die pad na “Donkerhoek” vat&lt;br /&gt;hier is waar die besluit na 'Die onbekende le&lt;br /&gt;hier is waar mens van seer se pad suid draai&lt;br /&gt;hier is waar “Op gee” oor die bult lê&lt;br /&gt;daar net daar, begin jy die liggies na “Moedeloos” in die verte verskyn&lt;br /&gt;hier net hier, weet jy jy het verloor,&lt;br /&gt;die was die laaste rondte&lt;br /&gt;jy het game set en match jou gat gesien&lt;br /&gt;hier lê “Totsiens”&lt;br /&gt;hier lê “Koebaai”&lt;br /&gt;hier lê okay ek het regtig getry maar dis klaar&lt;br /&gt;hier lê “Opgee is die Plan”&lt;br /&gt;hier lê “Ek kan nie meer”&lt;br /&gt;soos die song se&lt;br /&gt;skipskop skipskop ek se goodbye&lt;br /&gt;die is die GPS na my môres&lt;br /&gt;die is die Map wat ek nou kies&lt;br /&gt;ek ken nie die plek genaamd “môre”&lt;br /&gt;maar who cares?&lt;br /&gt;Wie gee om?&lt;br /&gt;wie gaan weet?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5273879745531760144-4050571943172647853?l=patriciathechatter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://patriciathechatter.blogspot.com/feeds/4050571943172647853/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5273879745531760144&amp;postID=4050571943172647853' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5273879745531760144/posts/default/4050571943172647853'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5273879745531760144/posts/default/4050571943172647853'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://patriciathechatter.blogspot.com/2008/11/so-dan-se-mens-dit-is-waar-dit-maar.html' title='GPS'/><author><name>Ronel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00432684324212512951</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GIedB31J1Xw/SxPSUfWa3BI/AAAAAAAAAHs/_qja_0bokW8/S220/IMG_1868.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5273879745531760144.post-3702747997736844282</id><published>2008-08-01T03:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-01T03:27:57.237-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Partymaal</title><content type='html'>&lt;table id="HB_Mail_Container" height="100%" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" width="100%" border="0" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr height="100%" width="100%" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;td id="HB_Focus_Element" valign="top" width="100%" background="" height="250" unselectable="off"&gt;Partymaal word ek ook bang.&lt;br /&gt;Partymaal wil die spoke my vang.&lt;br /&gt;Partymaal soek ek n rustige stem in die nag.&lt;br /&gt;Partymaal wil ek nie net lag.&lt;br /&gt;Partymaal is ek bang my kinders gaan vir altyd weg.&lt;br /&gt;Partymaal het ek ook die reg.&lt;br /&gt;Partymaal wil ek ok  iemand he my te troos as ek huil.&lt;br /&gt;Partymaal,net partymaal kan ek ook fail.&lt;br /&gt;Partymaal is ek bang vir my nagmerries ek kry.&lt;br /&gt;Partymaal het ek ook worries wat my ry.&lt;br /&gt;Partymaal wil ek net "wees" sonder rede.&lt;br /&gt;Partymaal soek ek ook net rus en vrede.&lt;br /&gt;Partymaal wens ek iemand wil my in fee verhale weer laat glo.&lt;br /&gt;Partymaal wil ek somme net gewoon wees so.&lt;br /&gt;Partymaal wil ek sonder my make up in plakkies kafee toe gaan.&lt;br /&gt;Partymaal wil ek he die wereld moet net so bietjie gaan staan&lt;br /&gt;Partymaal onthou ek ook wat  het ek als verloor&lt;br /&gt;Partymaal wens ek  daar  was nog iemand wat my kon toor&lt;br /&gt;Partymaal verlang ek na dae lankal verby&lt;br /&gt;Partymaal verlang ek na dinge wat my kon verbly&lt;br /&gt;Partymaal ek ok lus en vra die dokter maar n pil&lt;br /&gt;Partymaal word ek moeg vir altyd maar net stil&lt;br /&gt;Partymaal raak ek moeg vir ander se verhale van pyn&lt;br /&gt;Partymaal wil ek net lag saam iemand oor n glasie wyn&lt;br /&gt;Partymaal o. net partymaal  raak ek gatvol vir almal se gekla&lt;br /&gt;Partymaal wil ek net weet daar iemand wat ek "kom hier" kan vra..........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr unselectable="on" hb_tag="1"&gt;&lt;td style="FONT-SIZE: 1pt" height="1" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;div id="hotbar_promo"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5273879745531760144-3702747997736844282?l=patriciathechatter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://patriciathechatter.blogspot.com/feeds/3702747997736844282/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5273879745531760144&amp;postID=3702747997736844282' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5273879745531760144/posts/default/3702747997736844282'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5273879745531760144/posts/default/3702747997736844282'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://patriciathechatter.blogspot.com/2008/08/partymaal_01.html' title='Partymaal'/><author><name>Ronel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00432684324212512951</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GIedB31J1Xw/SxPSUfWa3BI/AAAAAAAAAHs/_qja_0bokW8/S220/IMG_1868.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5273879745531760144.post-4482612719579400798</id><published>2008-08-01T03:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-01T03:25:23.497-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Skoppelmaai</title><content type='html'>&lt;table id="HB_Mail_Container" height="100%" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" width="100%" border="0" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr height="100%" width="100%" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;td id="HB_Focus_Element" valign="top" width="100%" background="" height="250" unselectable="off"&gt;Woorde wat draai&lt;br /&gt;Gedagtes skoppelmaai&lt;br /&gt;Kanse gebou&lt;br /&gt;Sinne verbrou&lt;br /&gt;Waaiend, draaiend&lt;br /&gt;Gevolgtrekkings gemaak&lt;br /&gt;Om en om skoppelmaaiend&lt;br /&gt;Miskonsepsies en versteekte swakhede&lt;br /&gt;Krakre wat deurslaan&lt;br /&gt;Bek hou, aanhou , omgeslaan&lt;br /&gt;Sing maar ‘n liedtjie,…&lt;br /&gt;Speel iemand ooit nog n ramkiekie?&lt;br /&gt;Weet ek dalk wat niemand wil se&lt;br /&gt;Tas ek ma in die donker waar die waarheid le?&lt;br /&gt;Almal ma bietjie gek&lt;br /&gt;Onnodig die waarheid bedek&lt;br /&gt;Gedagtes terug op hok&lt;br /&gt;Noodlot voor stok&lt;br /&gt;Draai draai skoppelmaai&lt;br /&gt;Wie sal ooit die waarheid raai&lt;br /&gt;Sing my n song&lt;br /&gt;Van ‘n eensame boerklong&lt;br /&gt;Leuens opgedress in vere&lt;br /&gt;Vrolik in parade klere&lt;br /&gt;Droom jou sweet drome&lt;br /&gt;Dubbelstik jou jeans se some&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr unselectable="on" hb_tag="1"&gt;&lt;td style="FONT-SIZE: 1pt" height="1" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;div id="hotbar_promo"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5273879745531760144-4482612719579400798?l=patriciathechatter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://patriciathechatter.blogspot.com/feeds/4482612719579400798/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5273879745531760144&amp;postID=4482612719579400798' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5273879745531760144/posts/default/4482612719579400798'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5273879745531760144/posts/default/4482612719579400798'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://patriciathechatter.blogspot.com/2008/08/skoppelmaai.html' title='Skoppelmaai'/><author><name>Ronel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00432684324212512951</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GIedB31J1Xw/SxPSUfWa3BI/AAAAAAAAAHs/_qja_0bokW8/S220/IMG_1868.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5273879745531760144.post-2740947888989286137</id><published>2008-08-01T03:22:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-01T03:22:46.807-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Die bokser</title><content type='html'>&lt;table id="HB_Mail_Container" height="100%" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" width="100%" border="0" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr height="100%" width="100%" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;td id="HB_Focus_Element" valign="top" width="100%" background="" height="250" unselectable="off"&gt;Die hout reuk hang oor die kroeg&lt;br /&gt;Soos met die kryt het hy sy hoek&lt;br /&gt;Gedruis van geselskap hangin die lug&lt;br /&gt;Die een se jammer&lt;br /&gt;Daai een se bou n brug&lt;br /&gt;Maar Punch se hoek is sye nes vervloee&lt;br /&gt;Hy droom van die loopbaan wat hy opgegee het vir liefde&lt;br /&gt;Vertel van  die Toweels en die Holtz&lt;br /&gt;Vertel van  hak houe en skare wat juig&lt;br /&gt;Sy neus krom van paar houe te veel&lt;br /&gt;Sy oe vol drome soos hy die kryt reuk onthou&lt;br /&gt;Sit sy arms om jou  lyf&lt;br /&gt;Want eens was hy jonk en famous mos&lt;br /&gt;Die blonde  girlkie gee n glimlag en n dop&lt;br /&gt;Hy vertel van daai oppie ken,….. planke toe drop&lt;br /&gt;Veraf kan hy nog die rondte klok hoor&lt;br /&gt; Sien die girl in haar hakkies die bord om dra&lt;br /&gt;Hy onthou die ys op die oop geslaande oog&lt;br /&gt;Onthou die sweet en bloed druppend op die kryt&lt;br /&gt;Die water in sy mond  word droog&lt;br /&gt;Skadu dans terwyl hy beplan&lt;br /&gt;Die kroeg gedruis bring hom terug&lt;br /&gt;En stadig skaaam glimlag hy oor sy droom&lt;br /&gt;Eens was hy amper famous&lt;br /&gt;Eens amper ,… wat n droom&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr unselectable="on" hb_tag="1"&gt;&lt;td style="FONT-SIZE: 1pt" height="1" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;div id="hotbar_promo"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5273879745531760144-2740947888989286137?l=patriciathechatter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://patriciathechatter.blogspot.com/feeds/2740947888989286137/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5273879745531760144&amp;postID=2740947888989286137' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5273879745531760144/posts/default/2740947888989286137'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5273879745531760144/posts/default/2740947888989286137'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://patriciathechatter.blogspot.com/2008/08/die-bokser.html' title='Die bokser'/><author><name>Ronel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00432684324212512951</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GIedB31J1Xw/SxPSUfWa3BI/AAAAAAAAAHs/_qja_0bokW8/S220/IMG_1868.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5273879745531760144.post-452793298100969504</id><published>2008-08-01T03:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-01T03:22:13.273-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hoeveel</title><content type='html'>&lt;table id="HB_Mail_Container" height="100%" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" width="100%" border="0" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr height="100%" width="100%" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;td id="HB_Focus_Element" valign="top" width="100%" background="" height="250" unselectable="off"&gt;Hoeveel sente maak n rand&lt;br /&gt;Hoeveel spelers aan n kant&lt;br /&gt;Hoeveel seerkry is  vir elkeen bedoel&lt;br /&gt;Hoeveel trane in n poel&lt;br /&gt;Hoeveel keer mag liefde jou besoek&lt;br /&gt;Hoeveel  stof pas in een hoek&lt;br /&gt;Hoeveel mense mag jy berou&lt;br /&gt;Hoeveel lewens mag jy brou&lt;br /&gt;Hoeveel klappe moet jy vat&lt;br /&gt;Hoeveel hartseer pas in n bad&lt;br /&gt;Hoeveel glimlaggies maak n baba groot&lt;br /&gt;Hoeveel wilde als maak mens dood&lt;br /&gt;Hoeveel harte mag jy breek&lt;br /&gt;Hoeveel leuens mag jy versteek&lt;br /&gt;Hoeveel keer was jy nie daar&lt;br /&gt;Hoeveel keer was jou woorde onwaar&lt;br /&gt;Hoeveel siele mag jy trap&lt;br /&gt;Hoeveel drome mag jy oor stap&lt;br /&gt;Hoeveel kinders se lewens gaan jy verwoes&lt;br /&gt;Hoeveel  van jou houe kan mens voor koes&lt;br /&gt;Waneer is dit genoeg&lt;br /&gt;Waneer is dit nou net genoeg ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr unselectable="on" hb_tag="1"&gt;&lt;td style="FONT-SIZE: 1pt" height="1" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;div id="hotbar_promo"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5273879745531760144-452793298100969504?l=patriciathechatter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://patriciathechatter.blogspot.com/feeds/452793298100969504/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5273879745531760144&amp;postID=452793298100969504' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5273879745531760144/posts/default/452793298100969504'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;td id="HB_Focus_Element" valign="top" width="100%" background="" height="250" unselectable="off"&gt;Anita my kind so skryf ek al jare hier vir jou,  deel ek jou met die seker drie mense wat my goed lees, vandag verjaar jy, maar lankal nie meer n kind, maar steeds my kind.&lt;br /&gt;Ek sien jou sater dag uit die kar klim, klaar n dame, n vrou, moderne haarstyl en smaak volle uitrusting, die trane loop teen my wange ek jou so kyk, pragtig, self versekerd en in beheer van jou mikro wereld, baba stoel argeloos in die hand, kleuter wat om jou trippel,  man wat jou met stille bewondering bekyk,en ek weet dankie Heer ek het goed gedoen, dankie dat ek bly klou het aan hulle deur elke stormsee, dankie vir die kleinseun uit hierdie pragtige dogter wat U my gegee het, wat op my skoot klouter sy blonde haartjies wat ruik na babasjampoe en  met sy groot blou ogies my ernstig aankyk en vir my se” Miemie jy my famoelis seksie hot babe, trou met my dank koop ek vir jou ‘n ring en n pienk yskas” Dankie vir die papbek baba, met sy pa se naam wat oopbek vir my lag, Dankie  Heer  vir ons dra deur die stormsee dankie vir my kinders, dankie vir Genade.&lt;br /&gt;Laat nag kuier ek en jy praat net praat en praat en pak ons einas en drome vir mekaar uit, huil saam lag saam maak saam planne,, ruil tussenin doeke en  trek bat man pajamas reg, en skielik is ek en jy wat ek en my ma was toe ek so jong vrou was, vriendinne, so naa aan mekaar, ons vertel vir mekaar die stil pyne in ons hart van maande verby, lag vir mekaar se flaters, en ek verstom my, kan nie glo ek so gelukkig om so geseend te mag wees om na al die dinge en jare al my kinders teen my hart en onder my dak te mag he.&lt;br /&gt;So hierdie seker net so veel n dank aan my Hemelse vader as wat dit n verjaarsdag wens is. Dankie my kind date k nie in ide skadus van jou wereld staan maar in die spreilig van jou show, dankie dat ek jou ma mag wees, mag jy n geseende  dag he en net goeie goed jou toekom!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr unselectable="on" hb_tag="1"&gt;&lt;td style="FONT-SIZE: 1pt" height="1" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;div id="hotbar_promo"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5273879745531760144-5814477295015787404?l=patriciathechatter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://patriciathechatter.blogspot.com/feeds/5814477295015787404/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5273879745531760144&amp;postID=5814477295015787404' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5273879745531760144/posts/default/5814477295015787404'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5273879745531760144/posts/default/5814477295015787404'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://patriciathechatter.blogspot.com/2008/08/vir-my-dogter-op-haar-verjaarsdag.html' title='Vir my dogter op haar verjaarsdag'/><author><name>Ronel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00432684324212512951</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GIedB31J1Xw/SxPSUfWa3BI/AAAAAAAAAHs/_qja_0bokW8/S220/IMG_1868.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5273879745531760144.post-4244016071100320608</id><published>2008-08-01T03:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-01T03:20:21.478-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Smartlas</title><content type='html'>&lt;table id="HB_Mail_Container" height="100%" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" width="100%" border="0" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr height="100%" width="100%" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;td id="HB_Focus_Element" valign="top" width="100%" background="" height="250" unselectable="off"&gt;Sy staan  in die dynserigheid van die aandlug,&lt;br /&gt;Ha kop na onder&lt;br /&gt;Smartlas vasgeknel op ha rug&lt;br /&gt;Hande omhoog&lt;br /&gt;In smekende betoog&lt;br /&gt;En ek wonder&lt;br /&gt;Ja ek wonder&lt;br /&gt;Hoe ek die sware las kan verlig&lt;br /&gt;Die vensters van haar siel is toe gedig&lt;br /&gt;Smartlas in groewe om haar  mond&lt;br /&gt;Hande  vraend na haar God&lt;br /&gt;Haar oe op haar voete gerig&lt;br /&gt;En ek wonder&lt;br /&gt;Ja ek wonder&lt;br /&gt;Hoe God hierdie sware las sal verlig&lt;br /&gt;Beloftes  van gister deur die suide wind weg gesteel&lt;br /&gt;Drome van eens..&lt;br /&gt;Verpleterd&lt;br /&gt;Vertrap &lt;br /&gt;Verskeur ondervoet&lt;br /&gt;Trane soos diamante&lt;br /&gt;Aanmekaar geryg&lt;br /&gt;Skitter wit teen die laaste strale&lt;br /&gt;Van haar pynedag&lt;br /&gt; O’ God  ek wonder hoe&lt;br /&gt; O “ God bring krag&lt;br /&gt;Pyn soos warm lood deur  are&lt;br /&gt;Waar eens warm bloed gevloei het&lt;br /&gt;Deur n hart gepomp&lt;br /&gt;Hart wat liefde kon voel&lt;br /&gt;Ek wonder&lt;br /&gt;Ja ek wonder&lt;br /&gt;Hoe om die swarelas te verlig&lt;br /&gt;Soos Lot se vrou bly sy staan&lt;br /&gt;Verets teen die opkomende maan&lt;br /&gt;Net n buite lyn&lt;br /&gt;Van mens eens , dalk gewees&lt;br /&gt;Die silwer lig&lt;br /&gt;Haar vroulike lyf omvou&lt;br /&gt;Hande om hoog&lt;br /&gt;Smekend na die heelal&lt;br /&gt;Smekend na krag&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ja jy in gedagtes&lt;br /&gt;In drome&lt;br /&gt;Is sielevreugde&lt;br /&gt;In verre liefde&lt;br /&gt;Is jy… net vir my&lt;br /&gt;N vrou se hart is soos  die sterrestelsels&lt;br /&gt;Onmeetbaar groot&lt;br /&gt;Kan alles vat&lt;br /&gt;Kan alles verduur&lt;br /&gt;… vergewe&lt;br /&gt;En raak self gesond na n ontploffing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr unselectable="on" hb_tag="1"&gt;&lt;td style="FONT-SIZE: 1pt" height="1" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;div id="hotbar_promo"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5273879745531760144-4244016071100320608?l=patriciathechatter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://patriciathechatter.blogspot.com/feeds/4244016071100320608/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5273879745531760144&amp;postID=4244016071100320608' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5273879745531760144/posts/default/4244016071100320608'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5273879745531760144/posts/default/4244016071100320608'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://patriciathechatter.blogspot.com/2008/08/smartlas.html' title='Smartlas'/><author><name>Ronel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00432684324212512951</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GIedB31J1Xw/SxPSUfWa3BI/AAAAAAAAAHs/_qja_0bokW8/S220/IMG_1868.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5273879745531760144.post-7150563655980596897</id><published>2008-08-01T03:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-01T03:18:56.356-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Waar is al die Hero's Heen</title><content type='html'>&lt;table id="HB_Mail_Container" height="100%" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" width="100%" border="0" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr height="100%" width="100%" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;td id="HB_Focus_Element" valign="top" width="100%" background="" height="250" unselectable="off"&gt;Waar is al die  hero’s heen&lt;br /&gt;Waar is al die hero’s heen niemand sal kan se&lt;br /&gt;Wie  troos die wat ween&lt;br /&gt;Ons soldate het gaan le&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Al die dapper manne het gaan drink&lt;br /&gt;Nerens ‘n perd onthou&lt;br /&gt;Soek hul in hul  flashycars&lt;br /&gt;Waar die hoer huis se liggies wink&lt;br /&gt;Een vir een het die helde gevou&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Waar is al die hero’s heen&lt;br /&gt;Glo nie daar een meer oor&lt;br /&gt;Hulle name geskryf op monumente  van steen&lt;br /&gt;Lankal gegroet in die “bagpipes “ se koor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In die weemoed klank van “Scotland the Brave” gegroet&lt;br /&gt;Het die spoke van die helde van gisteraan&lt;br /&gt;Hul dapperheid in dwaasheid geboet&lt;br /&gt;Net die perde het alleen bly staan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Waar  is al die helde heen&lt;br /&gt;Van ‘n tyd lankl gelee&lt;br /&gt;Is dit waaragtig nog net ‘n naam op steen&lt;br /&gt;Waar is hul nou?.... hul asse ter see&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Daar is geen helde meer&lt;br /&gt;Almal staan alleen&lt;br /&gt;Daar is geen hero’s meer&lt;br /&gt;Net jy alleen,…. En God se seen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Skoppelmaai&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woorde wat draai&lt;br /&gt;Gedagtes skoppelmaai&lt;br /&gt;Kanse gebou&lt;br /&gt;Sinne verbrou&lt;br /&gt;Waaiend, draaiend&lt;br /&gt;Gevolgtrekkings gemaak&lt;br /&gt;Om en om skoppelmaaiend&lt;br /&gt;Miskonsepsies en versteekte swakhede&lt;br /&gt;Krake wat deurslaan&lt;br /&gt;Bek hou, aanhou , omgeslaan&lt;br /&gt;Sing maar ‘n liedtjie,…&lt;br /&gt;Speel iemand ooit nog n ramkiekie?&lt;br /&gt;Weet ek dalk wat niemand wil se&lt;br /&gt;Tas ek ma in die donker waar die waarheid le?&lt;br /&gt;Almal ma bietjie gek&lt;br /&gt;Onnodig die waarheid bedek&lt;br /&gt;Gedagtes terug op hok&lt;br /&gt;Noodlot voor stok&lt;br /&gt;Draai draai skoppelmaai&lt;br /&gt;Wie sal ooit die waarheid raai&lt;br /&gt;Sing my n song&lt;br /&gt;Van ‘n eensame boerklong&lt;br /&gt;Leuens opgedress in vere&lt;br /&gt;Vrolik in parade klere&lt;br /&gt;Droom jou sweet drome&lt;br /&gt;Dubbelstik jou jeans se 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wroeg, binne jou siel&lt;br /&gt;wonder oor wat as…..&lt;br /&gt;of oor miskien……&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dalk die anne pad gevat&lt;br /&gt;miskien liewer stil gebly&lt;br /&gt;aanvaarding kom tog wel&lt;br /&gt;stadig heel die gemoed wat knel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;die rou wonde groei tog toe eendag&lt;br /&gt;stil verloor deel van die vrag&lt;br /&gt;die verwyte word vrygespreeek&lt;br /&gt;jy vergeet die klanke , die reuk&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;slaap begin terug kruip&lt;br /&gt;in die nagte so swart&lt;br /&gt;lag vervang die trane,&lt;br /&gt;kwart by kwart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;stadig soos die dood se rou&lt;br /&gt;word die lug dag by dag blou&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;die pad deur  jouself word  weer glad en oop&lt;br /&gt;die vreugde kom weer in jou loop&lt;br /&gt;eendag klink ver maar kom tog wel&lt;br /&gt;geluk word weer n spel.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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tyd'/><author><name>Ronel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00432684324212512951</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GIedB31J1Xw/SxPSUfWa3BI/AAAAAAAAAHs/_qja_0bokW8/S220/IMG_1868.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5273879745531760144.post-6795375821295409843</id><published>2008-05-30T00:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-30T00:17:06.400-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Rondomtalie</title><content type='html'>Rondomtalie&lt;br /&gt;Rondomtalie&lt;br /&gt;Hou teen die kop&lt;br /&gt;Rondomtalie&lt;br /&gt;Rondomtalie&lt;br /&gt;Sal dit ooit stop&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dae ,weke maande sonder pyn&lt;br /&gt;Dan net een dag als onder in my glas wyn&lt;br /&gt;Realiteit skyn helder en rou-seer&lt;br /&gt;Daar le dit in my glas onder weer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heel jong mense het begin&lt;br /&gt;Met ‘n glimlag en n ring&lt;br /&gt;Het self hier en daar vir mekaar gesing&lt;br /&gt;Als was moontlik in die begin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rondomtalie&lt;br /&gt;Rondomtalie&lt;br /&gt;Gaan die groot wiel ooit stop?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Al in die rondte&lt;br /&gt;in my wyn&lt;br /&gt;Al in die rondte&lt;br /&gt;in my pyn&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;als in  stukke geval&lt;br /&gt;water plastend oor die wal&lt;br /&gt;geen realiteit&lt;br /&gt;geen stukke om te lap&lt;br /&gt;Al’s wat eens was, nou vertrap&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Op die as se spil is dit uit balans&lt;br /&gt;elke moontlike verbeurde kans&lt;br /&gt;rondomtalie&lt;br /&gt;rondomtalie&lt;br /&gt;alles nou weg&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;duister laaie&lt;br /&gt;Rondomtalie&lt;br /&gt;Rondomtalie&lt;br /&gt;alles is weg&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5273879745531760144-6795375821295409843?l=patriciathechatter.blogspot.com' alt='' 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src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GIedB31J1Xw/SxPSUfWa3BI/AAAAAAAAAHs/_qja_0bokW8/S220/IMG_1868.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5273879745531760144.post-8384046320207911521</id><published>2008-03-25T01:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-25T02:00:21.292-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Celtic circle song</title><content type='html'>In a circle of nothing&lt;br /&gt;All can be explained&lt;br /&gt;In a circle of all&lt;br /&gt;Nothing can be explained&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Emptiness becomes reality&lt;br /&gt;And reality fades&lt;br /&gt;The loving sweetness becomes bitter&lt;br /&gt;Bitter in sorrow and pain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once where sunshine use to shine&lt;br /&gt;Dark coldness now flows&lt;br /&gt;Once where flowers used to grow&lt;br /&gt;Nothing makes color any more&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In a circle of darkness&lt;br /&gt;Surely the light can shine&lt;br /&gt;In a circle of pain&lt;br /&gt;Numbness must take over to fall&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Understanding the light&lt;br /&gt;Darkness must be known&lt;br /&gt;Understanding happiness&lt;br /&gt;Sadness must once share your bed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Getting to the planes&lt;br /&gt;Steps from hell must be built&lt;br /&gt;To find your mind&lt;br /&gt;In madness once it must be lost&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To achieve completeness&lt;br /&gt;Emptiness must first be searched&lt;br /&gt;Only those standing and looking up&lt;br /&gt;Will find the secret pathway to the stars&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even deserts have flowers&lt;br /&gt;Even noise can turn into song&lt;br /&gt;With all ends comes beginning&lt;br /&gt;With all beginning first there must be an end&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Around the oak tree make a circle with a song&lt;br /&gt;Create a song sung to faeries&lt;br /&gt;Let angel wings bring background rhythm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Find the sweet melody within your soul&lt;br /&gt;Find the words from healed pain&lt;br /&gt;see them written in the  eyes of crystal  children&lt;br /&gt;and sing it with a voice so true&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For chaos to be stilled&lt;br /&gt;The Tower first must Fall&lt;br /&gt;For the angels to create perfection&lt;br /&gt;Blackness called ego must flee&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5273879745531760144-8384046320207911521?l=patriciathechatter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://patriciathechatter.blogspot.com/feeds/8384046320207911521/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5273879745531760144&amp;postID=8384046320207911521' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5273879745531760144/posts/default/8384046320207911521'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5273879745531760144/posts/default/8384046320207911521'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://patriciathechatter.blogspot.com/2008/03/celtic-circle-song.html' title='A Celtic circle song'/><author><name>Ronel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00432684324212512951</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GIedB31J1Xw/SxPSUfWa3BI/AAAAAAAAAHs/_qja_0bokW8/S220/IMG_1868.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5273879745531760144.post-1229382814274120846</id><published>2008-03-25T01:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-25T01:14:17.515-07:00</updated><title type='text'>KAALVOET KIND</title><content type='html'>Jy wat kaalvoet buite gespeel het&lt;br /&gt;Jy wat laggende vertroue  gehad het in die  wet&lt;br /&gt;Jy wat eens geglo het in  eendag en drome&lt;br /&gt;Wa is daai ongerafelde some&lt;br /&gt;Soek in jou hart die kind&lt;br /&gt;Soek jou verlore siel in die wind&lt;br /&gt;Het jy jou self liefde in bruin uniform verloor&lt;br /&gt;Het jou jou hart in n ander se  bloed versmoor&lt;br /&gt;Waneer het jy engele verban&lt;br /&gt;Waa het jou sagte hart gaan staan&lt;br /&gt;Soek weer die kaalvoet kind&lt;br /&gt;Asseblief my lief&lt;br /&gt;Jy moet hom vind&lt;br /&gt;Die engele staan en wag om jou pyn te dra&lt;br /&gt;Al wat jy moet doen is jou arms uit steek en vra&lt;br /&gt;Het te veel onsekere dae jou verwoes&lt;br /&gt;Het jy te veel kere vir aanvalle moes koes.&lt;br /&gt;Het jy te veel pyn aanskou&lt;br /&gt;Is jy in te veel bitterheid omvou&lt;br /&gt;Wat  het geword van die kaalvoet kind my lief&lt;br /&gt;Wie het jou inner vreugde gedief&lt;br /&gt;Wil jy nie mar een mal nog vertrou&lt;br /&gt;Kan ek jou nie vry maak van  berou&lt;br /&gt;Ek vra jou weer eens kaalvoet kind&lt;br /&gt;Gee my n kans m jou te help geluk vind&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5273879745531760144-1229382814274120846?l=patriciathechatter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://patriciathechatter.blogspot.com/feeds/1229382814274120846/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5273879745531760144&amp;postID=1229382814274120846' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5273879745531760144/posts/default/1229382814274120846'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5273879745531760144/posts/default/1229382814274120846'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://patriciathechatter.blogspot.com/2008/03/kaalvoet-kind.html' title='KAALVOET KIND'/><author><name>Ronel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00432684324212512951</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GIedB31J1Xw/SxPSUfWa3BI/AAAAAAAAAHs/_qja_0bokW8/S220/IMG_1868.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5273879745531760144.post-8918977485470903109</id><published>2008-02-26T22:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-26T23:00:03.276-08:00</updated><title type='text'>wat het geword</title><content type='html'>Jou oe het vir my vertel en gese&lt;br /&gt;Toe ek styf teen jou  gele&lt;br /&gt;Dat jy my teen demone sal beskerm&lt;br /&gt;En daar sal wees om  jou  oor my te ontferm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vertroue van my diepste geheime het jy gekry&lt;br /&gt;Belowe om altyd iewers  hier rond te bly&lt;br /&gt;Oor my eina’s uit gevra&lt;br /&gt;My voete  warm gehou&lt;br /&gt;My siel gedra&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Altyd reg met jou swaard in die gang&lt;br /&gt;Daar om my te troos in dae van bang&lt;br /&gt;Altyd reguit betroubare raad&lt;br /&gt;“ek is hier maak op my staat”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Leunens het jy gese sal jy nie vertel&lt;br /&gt;Ek sal nie jou siel seer knel&lt;br /&gt;Maat toe eendag gaan jy weg&lt;br /&gt;En niks wat ek dink  was meer reg&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Die demone wat jy gekap het dan&lt;br /&gt;Was jy nou self , n monster nie meer n man&lt;br /&gt;Jy het haat en  woede gespoeg en gebraak&lt;br /&gt;Als na my gestuur pure haat&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jy het om mooi te sien verloor&lt;br /&gt;Net wraak woede en pyn gestoor&lt;br /&gt;Jou oe wat  vuur  vlam en spoeg&lt;br /&gt;Nooit van aanval kry jy genoeg&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stil het ek omgedraai en gevlug&lt;br /&gt;Want my vriend kom nooit weer terug&lt;br /&gt;Jou monster het oorwin&lt;br /&gt;Niks meer van die kosbare kaleidoskoop daarin&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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geword'/><author><name>Ronel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00432684324212512951</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GIedB31J1Xw/SxPSUfWa3BI/AAAAAAAAAHs/_qja_0bokW8/S220/IMG_1868.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5273879745531760144.post-5936501156142454332</id><published>2008-02-22T03:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-22T03:33:24.284-08:00</updated><title type='text'>wat se jy</title><content type='html'>wat se jy&lt;br /&gt;as jy niks meer se nie&lt;br /&gt;wat se jy&lt;br /&gt;as jou woorde opraak&lt;br /&gt;wat se jy&lt;br /&gt;as jy nie kan verstaan nie&lt;br /&gt;en as niemand die antwoord weet&lt;br /&gt;wat se jy&lt;br /&gt;as die gewoel in jou gemoed&lt;br /&gt;monster oe het en n stert&lt;br /&gt;wat se jy&lt;br /&gt;as niemand wil hoor wat jy waarsku&lt;br /&gt;as niemand  verstaan wat jy sien&lt;br /&gt;hoe verduidelik jy aan n vreemde die  seer en  gevaar&lt;br /&gt;hoe beskryf jy n monster sonder n naam&lt;br /&gt;hoe kan jy weg loop as jy weet jy moet bly&lt;br /&gt;hoe gaan jy weg  sonder om klaar te maak&lt;br /&gt;hoe hou jy op veg voor die finale beuel geblaas het&lt;br /&gt;wat se jy&lt;br /&gt;aan mense wat nie  wil verstaan nie&lt;br /&gt;wat se jy&lt;br /&gt;aan mense wat nie kan hoor&lt;br /&gt;hoe verduidlik jy die  klanke van die nag aan n dowe&lt;br /&gt; hoe verduidelik jy die kleur van bloed aan die blind&lt;br /&gt;wat se jy&lt;br /&gt;as jou woorde weg geraak het&lt;br /&gt;wat sing jy&lt;br /&gt;sonder klank&lt;br /&gt;hoe huil jy&lt;br /&gt;sonder trane&lt;br /&gt;hoe gil jy&lt;br /&gt;sonder n stem&lt;br /&gt;wat se jy&lt;br /&gt;sonder letters&lt;br /&gt;wat se jy&lt;br /&gt;as jy alleen probeer  verstaan&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5273879745531760144-5936501156142454332?l=patriciathechatter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://patriciathechatter.blogspot.com/feeds/5936501156142454332/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5273879745531760144&amp;postID=5936501156142454332' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5273879745531760144/posts/default/5936501156142454332'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5273879745531760144/posts/default/5936501156142454332'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://patriciathechatter.blogspot.com/2008/02/wat-se-jy.html' title='wat se jy'/><author><name>Ronel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00432684324212512951</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GIedB31J1Xw/SxPSUfWa3BI/AAAAAAAAAHs/_qja_0bokW8/S220/IMG_1868.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5273879745531760144.post-4506149985128225507</id><published>2008-02-11T23:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-11T23:31:03.355-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My droom</title><content type='html'>Dapper  sit jy op jou hings vol krag&lt;br /&gt;Jou oe gerig op die aankomende veldslag&lt;br /&gt; jou swaard hang swaar aan jou sy,&lt;br /&gt;dubbel hand vatsel met net een robyn&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jou oorlogs kleed n suiwer wit en blou&lt;br /&gt;die leeu kyk regs na eerbaarheid toe vertrou&lt;br /&gt;jou bors kleed fier om jou groot bors&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;die mis van die valleie le agter jou in lae&lt;br /&gt;die groen van Scotland vertel van jou lojaliteit&lt;br /&gt;die kastele  met jou drome  agter jou in mis vae&lt;br /&gt;jou geveg voor jou, geen vrees geen spyt&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;langs jou in gedagte staan sy daar&lt;br /&gt;wagtende groetend vol hoop&lt;br /&gt;sy moet wag tot die geveg klaar&lt;br /&gt;tot jy die vyand van sy veglus stroop&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;die bruin vos perd net soos jy gefokus op die geveg&lt;br /&gt;saam gepanser en gesmee as een&lt;br /&gt;jy jou vos perd en jou swaard van reg&lt;br /&gt;so dapper want dan kan ander op ju steun&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so  het die droom voort gegaan&lt;br /&gt;oor valleie ritmies het julle  op die musiek gallop&lt;br /&gt;die oggend lig het oor julle kom staan&lt;br /&gt;so het die 13 de eeuse droom gestop.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5273879745531760144-4506149985128225507?l=patriciathechatter.blogspot.com' alt='' 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src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GIedB31J1Xw/SxPSUfWa3BI/AAAAAAAAAHs/_qja_0bokW8/S220/IMG_1868.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5273879745531760144.post-4368830452834874444</id><published>2008-02-11T23:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-11T23:29:59.404-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Maan Drome</title><content type='html'>Wierook walms, draai om my&lt;br /&gt;Draaiende dansend hoor die heelal ,&lt;br /&gt;Fluister die gety&lt;br /&gt;Dansend draaiend sonder om te val&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wie is jy&lt;br /&gt;Hoekom so hartseer&lt;br /&gt;Waarom steel van my&lt;br /&gt;Swaai die wens van n veer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My siel bou ek weer heel&lt;br /&gt;My drome skuif ek reg&lt;br /&gt;Elke dag is nie meer te veel&lt;br /&gt;Vir my geluk het ek geveg&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As ek alleen is  kom jy nie my hand hou&lt;br /&gt;As ek my trane stort is jy nie daar&lt;br /&gt;Is nie meer jy wat my drome omvou&lt;br /&gt;Hierdie is my wonder wereld waar in ek vaar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In my reise word die groen van my hart verblindend mooi&lt;br /&gt;Die oranje van my emosies skyn soos n vlam&lt;br /&gt;Soos n robyn skitter die rooi&lt;br /&gt;Die dou druppels glinster op die boom se stam&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gaan weg van my nou&lt;br /&gt;Kom terug as jy wil verstaan&lt;br /&gt;Hou op jou koue tentakels aan my klou&lt;br /&gt;Ek leef my golwe op die maan&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5273879745531760144-4368830452834874444?l=patriciathechatter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://patriciathechatter.blogspot.com/feeds/4368830452834874444/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5273879745531760144&amp;postID=4368830452834874444' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' 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maskers&lt;br /&gt; ek en jy&lt;br /&gt;mense met stories hy hy en sy&lt;br /&gt;almal se storie het n wiskey by&lt;br /&gt;mense met maskers&lt;br /&gt;ek en jy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;droom is net glas&lt;br /&gt;en seerkry die bars&lt;br /&gt;mense met maskers&lt;br /&gt; ek en jy&lt;br /&gt;vertel maar die verhale as jy wil&lt;br /&gt;skreeu dit dan uit ,, in wind kan jy gi&lt;br /&gt;lmense se stories nie almal daar&lt;br /&gt;sommige dele het hul laat vaar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so kruip hul weg agter mure van klip&lt;br /&gt;jy bly agterwee sneuwel in die wip&lt;br /&gt;mense met maskers&lt;br /&gt;ek en jy&lt;br /&gt;daar is geen drome wat bly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;altyd sal die wense vervaag&lt;br /&gt;realiteit kom vat ons aan die kraag&lt;br /&gt;geen skoonheid is werklik of heel&lt;br /&gt;die seer bly soos n klip in die keel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hande vol hoop wil ons toevou&lt;br /&gt;maar op dryfsand word ons drome gebou&lt;br /&gt;geen liefde of drome is ooit waar&lt;br /&gt;die lewe wil net martel en klaar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dalk is die wereld ons ewige hel&lt;br /&gt;en sal ons pyn iewers tot ons voordeel tel&lt;br /&gt;maar tot ons hierdie wereld verlaat&lt;br /&gt;sal ons moet voortstoei in ons smaad&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gillend en skreeuend word ons verwoes&lt;br /&gt;vir seer byte en klappe koes&lt;br /&gt;mense met maskers&lt;br /&gt;ek en jy&lt;br /&gt;is 'n leuen sy verhaal die een wat ons kry&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so bou ons die smarte self in ons op&lt;br /&gt;draai die dinge alewig in ons kop&lt;br /&gt;droom maar drome oo naiewe kind&lt;br /&gt;tot die bitter se waarheid jy vind&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;daar is geen rose wat soet ruik daarbui&lt;br /&gt;daar is nie liefde sommer gekry&lt;br /&gt;die geluk is net n waan en realiteit le in ons traan&lt;br /&gt;mense met maskers&lt;br /&gt;ek en jy&lt;br /&gt;mense met stories hy hy en sy&lt;br /&gt;almal se storie het n wiskey by&lt;br /&gt;mense met maskers&lt;br /&gt;ek en 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net al in die rond&lt;br /&gt;skreeuend storm my woede die leegte in&lt;br /&gt;als wat pyn en opkook soos suur&lt;br /&gt;elke weefsel pyn tot in die vinger se punte&lt;br /&gt;die boosheid wink dat ek dit moet volg&lt;br /&gt;stap saam stap saam kom ek verlos jou van hier&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;eens vry nou n gevange dier&lt;br /&gt;nooit verlos van die foute gemaak&lt;br /&gt;tot die derde en vierde geslag geraak&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;net splinters van wreedheid oral gesaai&lt;br /&gt;en vrolike verwoesting in die lug belaai&lt;br /&gt;die stilte om my vol onheil gelaai&lt;br /&gt;klouend suiers van die wreedeseekat&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;als voel die pyn en seer&lt;br /&gt;teen die bloed wat van die mure afdrup&lt;br /&gt;so is dit hier in my kop se wip&lt;br /&gt;geen lig wat in die donker skyn net haat&lt;br /&gt;alles slymerig groen en vol smaad&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;die engele van die boosheid hou aan roep&lt;br /&gt;kom saam kom saam&lt;br /&gt;word deel van die groep&lt;br /&gt;hul se verlossing le in hulle skoot&lt;br /&gt;hul vertel kom ry saam met ons op die boot&lt;br /&gt;vaar die swart see van die dood&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5273879745531760144-3888763040140012296?l=patriciathechatter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://patriciathechatter.blogspot.com/feeds/3888763040140012296/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5273879745531760144&amp;postID=3888763040140012296' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5273879745531760144/posts/default/3888763040140012296'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5273879745531760144/posts/default/3888763040140012296'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' 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pateet gebly&lt;br /&gt;Was ek tevrede in my hel&lt;br /&gt;Dan sou ek by jou as mens tel&lt;br /&gt; Maar omdat ek beried was om vir my siel te veg&lt;br /&gt;Draai jy om en stoot my weg&lt;br /&gt;Harteloos goedkoop en jammerlik was vereis&lt;br /&gt;Om te bly op my kosbare vriend se lys&lt;br /&gt;Eens se beloftes van altyd verstaan&lt;br /&gt;Eens  se wees net reguit is ek vermaan&lt;br /&gt;Toe kon ek  se wat ek wou&lt;br /&gt;En steeds het jy my in jou warmte gevou&lt;br /&gt;Ek het jou oor en oor laat belowe veraad sal jy nie pleeg&lt;br /&gt;Vriende tot vir altyd het ons gese&lt;br /&gt;‘n vas hou plek waar veiligheid le&lt;br /&gt;Nou is ek op maandag  uit gooi vrag&lt;br /&gt;Want vir my eerlikheid is daar nou nie meer  krag&lt;br /&gt;Skerp woorde word na my gegooi&lt;br /&gt;Of sommer net uitgewis&lt;br /&gt;Weg is ek, teen n,  muur uit gepis !&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5273879745531760144.post-5416209651101763756</id><published>2007-12-13T23:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-13T23:33:34.685-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Aorta</title><content type='html'>polsend die bloed deur die are&lt;br /&gt;hoof aar, lewens aar,&lt;br /&gt;gelykmatige ritme sonder ophou voort&lt;br /&gt;die plek waar ons se ons liefde sit&lt;br /&gt;die  oopgesnyde weefsel voor die bloed ...wit&lt;br /&gt;maar slegs die  lewe se vog loop daar&lt;br /&gt;die ding wat ons noem ons hart,,,&lt;br /&gt;net n stuk vleis en n lewensaar&lt;br /&gt;die blou blomme wat groei uit my siel&lt;br /&gt;bevlek met die rooi van polsende plasma&lt;br /&gt;goue skynsels van my bloed wat drup&lt;br /&gt;want my siel is in my hart uitmekaar geruk&lt;br /&gt;dalk het die son daar eens geskyn&lt;br /&gt;ek sien die weerkaatsing  in die  pers verwyn&lt;br /&gt;die pad deur my hart na my siel&lt;br /&gt;is geslote met mure verniel&lt;br /&gt;bou rommel tussen die  tuin gebou&lt;br /&gt;stukke van eendag, toe en nou&lt;br /&gt;oop laserasies in die  weefsel geslaan&lt;br /&gt;skaars hoorbaar die klop, amper weg getaan&lt;br /&gt;polsend lekkend die vog van die  hart&lt;br /&gt;verlore in n rivier sonder smart&lt;br /&gt;my siel is my hart is waarvan ek leef&lt;br /&gt;die drome die pyn wat van die een na die ander sweef&lt;br /&gt;die bloed loop deur die voedings  aar&lt;br /&gt; na elkeen van my blomme se blaar&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5273879745531760144-5416209651101763756?l=patriciathechatter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://patriciathechatter.blogspot.com/feeds/5416209651101763756/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GIedB31J1Xw/SxPSUfWa3BI/AAAAAAAAAHs/_qja_0bokW8/S220/IMG_1868.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5273879745531760144.post-9161867215775226524</id><published>2007-12-11T22:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-11T22:17:02.156-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Se hom as jy hom sien</title><content type='html'>So baie wat ek nog wil se&lt;br /&gt;Maar die woorde wil nie reg le&lt;br /&gt;Soveel wat ek wil vertel&lt;br /&gt;Maar kry dit nie gestel&lt;br /&gt;Die woorde wil nie reg vou&lt;br /&gt;Als wat ek  se kom uit verbrou&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ek sien jou naam op my foon&lt;br /&gt;O jy, as koning in my hart gekroon&lt;br /&gt;Jou gille luister ek toonloos aan&lt;br /&gt;Wonder waar kom jou woede nou wee vandaan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eens het jy mooi en sag gepraat&lt;br /&gt;Mooi dinge gese wat my raak&lt;br /&gt;Ek dink jy het hom dood gemaak&lt;br /&gt;Die loper vn my hart het my versaak&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ek mis hom so,  my vriend vir lag en speel&lt;br /&gt;Die een wat met n skewe glimlag my dimpels kon streel&lt;br /&gt;Waar is hy die Prins wat  ek soek&lt;br /&gt;Wie is jy, die man wat skel en vloek&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In die wind hoor ek hom nog sing&lt;br /&gt;Ek onthou die vreugde wat hy bring&lt;br /&gt;Eenkant sal ek staan en wag&lt;br /&gt;Vir die man met die mooiste lag&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ek is nie seker wie is jy&lt;br /&gt;Die een so kwaad vir my&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maar as jy hom sien sal jy hom se&lt;br /&gt;Waar my trane le&lt;br /&gt;Sal jy hom vertel ek dink aan hom&lt;br /&gt;En wag elke dag dat hy terug kom&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sal jy hom mee deel&lt;br /&gt;Jy het my lag gesteel&lt;br /&gt;Se asseblief vir hom&lt;br /&gt;Hy moet na my toe kom&lt;br /&gt;Dalk kan hy nie wis&lt;br /&gt;Ek het jou met hom misgis&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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loop&lt;br /&gt;Sodat jou gemoed kan heel&lt;br /&gt;Ek wens jy wou my toelaat om jou te red&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;was jy nog maar n kind&lt;br /&gt;Kon ek jou woede uit jou uit sus&lt;br /&gt;Was ek sterk genoeg om gehoorsaamheid af te dwing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ek wens jy kon verstaan&lt;br /&gt;Jou siel het salwing nodig&lt;br /&gt;Om jou hart skoon te was&lt;br /&gt;met n suiwer traan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;die Vallei van Duisend Heuwels sal jou omhels&lt;br /&gt;en stil jou gemoed streel&lt;br /&gt;Ek wens jy wou my toelaat om die frons weg te streel&lt;br /&gt;Om jou weer te laat lag&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Neem my hand net vir n dag of ses&lt;br /&gt;Kom loop saam na water waar rus is&lt;br /&gt;Kom kyk na God's les&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In stil bewondering sal ons staan&lt;br /&gt;Net loop en dink&lt;br /&gt;en vertoef onder die maan&lt;br /&gt;Gee my jou hand en loop saam&lt;br /&gt;Laat my toe om daar , in stilte by jou te staan&lt;div 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/&gt;met mense wat ons nie kon sien het jy gesels&lt;br /&gt;op dakke geklim geen erg aan wat die lewe behels&lt;br /&gt;van geboue gespring&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;o jy my prag blou oog nooi&lt;br /&gt;ek onthou toe jy maar ne paar dae oud was&lt;br /&gt;gesiggie op n woedende plooi&lt;br /&gt;jou frustrasie het jy uit gegooi&lt;br /&gt;om te lewe n geveg , n las&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ek onthou die bekommerde dokter,, nie rerig gedink jy gaan dit maak&lt;br /&gt;maar gillend het jy voort gebeur&lt;br /&gt;die lewe het vlak deur jou gevloei&lt;br /&gt;elke slukkie vir jou n gestoei&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nou is jy groot oo dapper vrou&lt;br /&gt;jy skyn en skitter en giggel vrolik voort&lt;br /&gt;klouter op elke plek elke gebou&lt;br /&gt;jy die mense om jou se lewens koord&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;soos Jeanne van vroeer is jy vir my&lt;br /&gt;die engele jou gekies om mee te konvereer&lt;br /&gt;waar jy al jou energie vandaan kry&lt;br /&gt;om so trots en mooi, jy my eer&lt;div 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verkeerde perd om op te saal&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;het gese jy is uit op n pad van verwoes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hier binne is dit vol demone en smart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jy het daai deksel oop, nou moet ons koes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;als is wild ,, als uit die krat&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nooit weer kry ons dit terug in die kas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;al die wereld se pyne en haat nou vry&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;elkeen van die vrygelaat my las&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hoe sal ons ooit die dwaasheid gebere kry&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nou loop jy aan gepanser na die slag&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sonder hoop en krag&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sieklik van die demone se mag&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;die versink in pyn en smag&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jy geen idee van die omvang van die bose&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jy bring nie lelies of rose&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;om almal na hul kas terug te stuur&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br 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sout soos die see se sproei&lt;br /&gt;elke bietjie opgekropte smart&lt;br /&gt;die siel se oneindige bloei&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;n natgeswete lyf in lakens gekoek&lt;br /&gt;jou stem weergalm elke woord&lt;br /&gt;ek hoor oor en oor elke vloek&lt;br /&gt;ja woede n bitter koord&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;elke dwars getikte woord kom terug&lt;br /&gt;elke terug sluk van terugbaklei&lt;br /&gt;dit word gal braak in my keel dik&lt;br /&gt;elke keer van liewer stil bly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ek is die ambeeld vir jou woede so radeloos&lt;br /&gt;ek is die teiken vir dit wat jy nie kan slaan&lt;br /&gt;jou oe moeg jou siel vuis voos&lt;br /&gt;ek  net die af veeplek van jou ongehuilde traan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my dade word die verskoning vir jou rusie&lt;br /&gt;my self beeld die plek waar jy teen skop&lt;br /&gt;verdraai van realiteit jou visie&lt;br /&gt;en die harwar gooi jy na my kop&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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van Jan.V Celliers&lt;br /&gt;steek nog n sigaret aan.&lt;br /&gt;... en onthou&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ek skommel die gedagtes deur my kop&lt;br /&gt;skei die vergeet van die onthou&lt;br /&gt;wonder oor die lesse ontvang van jou&lt;br /&gt;die stad dreun iewers in die agtergrond&lt;br /&gt;ek hoor&lt;br /&gt;maar dit gaan verby&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;die wete dat vrede tog nou daal&lt;br /&gt;kom oor my&lt;br /&gt;en ek besef eintlik is my siel myne&lt;br /&gt;my siel is vry&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ek luister na die fluister van die wyse nag&lt;br /&gt;ek aanvaar wie jy is&lt;br /&gt;aanvaar jou mag&lt;br /&gt;geen skop of slaan&lt;br /&gt;net aanvaar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jou teenwoordigheid in afwesigheid&lt;br /&gt;jy is , jy is&lt;br /&gt;jy is maar net daar'n deel van my siel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lag,... huil,....&lt;br /&gt;saam , aleen,&lt;br /&gt;verniel&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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Raka die donker monster van die siel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Deur die inrigting se vensters loer hy smalend vir jou&lt;br /&gt;hy weet is net die pille se tralies wat hom weg hou&lt;br /&gt;as die waker in wit van jou vergeet&lt;br /&gt;kom hy  gillend in en begin vreet&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sy gesig laggend teen die trallies gedruk&lt;br /&gt;Sy smaad op jou gemikkyk die babbelende siele om jou heen&lt;br /&gt;Teen sy mag het hul geen steun&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O as Raka jou adres eers kon vind&lt;br /&gt;verwoes hy als, die  drome&lt;br /&gt;Die kind&lt;br /&gt;Pasop vir die spore van Raka waar dit val&lt;br /&gt;Fluisterend skud hul hul koppe en praat van mal&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maar verstaan hul die naels diep ingegrou&lt;br /&gt;In daardie brose siel van jou&lt;br /&gt;die diep spore van die gil&lt;br /&gt;word toe gemessel met die wit poeier van n pil&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vir jare na jy gedink het jy't gewen kom sy ween&lt;br /&gt;roep nog deur jou nag&lt;br /&gt;hy 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oor die pyn&lt;br /&gt;en word gesond, net skyn&lt;br /&gt;die littekens bly altyd daar&lt;br /&gt;en word die weer  swaar&lt;br /&gt;dan klop dit van diep onder in&lt;br /&gt;hoe dieper die wond gesny&lt;br /&gt;hoe groter die merk wat bly&lt;br /&gt;al word die merk toe gesmeer&lt;br /&gt;met die nanag koue kom die pyn maar weer&lt;br /&gt;in flitsende oomblike van bloed&lt;br /&gt;onthou jy elke woord elke groet&lt;br /&gt;op die agterdag van ons dag&lt;br /&gt;onthou is  dan al waarvoor ons krag&lt;br /&gt;die pyn van lank gelee&lt;br /&gt;besoek ons dan in tranerige oe , tree vir tree&lt;br /&gt;op die stoep sit en terug onthou&lt;br /&gt;is al wat dan oor bly vir my en jou&lt;br /&gt;so leef die pyn en lag&lt;br /&gt;want dalk is dit ons laaste dag&lt;br /&gt;leef, wees lief, en huil klaar&lt;br /&gt;more is nou nou daar&lt;br /&gt;en as jy daar  staan&lt;br /&gt;op die einde van jou baan&lt;br /&gt;ervaar dan die onthou&lt;br /&gt;jy het elke oomblik braaf omvou&lt;br /&gt;gryp na wat jou hart verbly&lt;br /&gt;want al wat op die einde oorbly&lt;br /&gt;is jy allenig&lt;br /&gt;alleen net jy!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5273879745531760144-7515680944587299413?l=patriciathechatter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://patriciathechatter.blogspot.com/feeds/7515680944587299413/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5273879745531760144&amp;postID=7515680944587299413' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5273879745531760144/posts/default/7515680944587299413'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5273879745531760144/posts/default/7515680944587299413'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://patriciathechatter.blogspot.com/2007/10/tyd.html' title='tyd-'/><author><name>Ronel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00432684324212512951</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GIedB31J1Xw/SxPSUfWa3BI/AAAAAAAAAHs/_qja_0bokW8/S220/IMG_1868.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5273879745531760144.post-7245458456876277039</id><published>2007-10-10T12:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-11T06:46:45.710-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Woorde diewe</title><content type='html'>Ek wou nog iets se&lt;br /&gt;Voor die oggend kom le&lt;br /&gt;Maar toe het ‘n kabouter my woorde kom steel&lt;br /&gt;Een wat in die sonsopkoms speel&lt;br /&gt;Ek wou nog onder die kombers terug wikkel&lt;br /&gt;Toe hoor ek hom onder die blomme giggel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ek neurie saggies vir Koos Dup&lt;br /&gt;Toe die feetjies my kom roep&lt;br /&gt;Sy wil  toe  vir my vinnig iets  fluister&lt;br /&gt;En se ek moet mooi luister&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sy ken my trane se druppels se naam&lt;br /&gt;Sy bere daai perels in ‘n raam&lt;br /&gt;En eendag moet ek almal dra&lt;br /&gt;Dan is al die swart dae kla&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ek verduidelik haar my wens&lt;br /&gt;Verduidelik haar waaroor ek grens&lt;br /&gt;Toe dans sy al om my stoel&lt;br /&gt;Dat ek duislig begin voel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ek wou jou my droom vertel&lt;br /&gt;Een van die lewe se spel&lt;br /&gt;Toe het die kabouter my woorde kom steel&lt;br /&gt;Die een wat onder my venster kom speel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So nou se ek maar min&lt;br /&gt;Wens jou in my dae in&lt;br /&gt;Want durf ek iets hoop&lt;br /&gt;Sal feetjie land my giggelend daarvan stroop&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So kom kuier liewer vir my&lt;br /&gt;As die feetjies op die maanlig ry&lt;br /&gt;Dan miskien as jy laat bly&lt;br /&gt;Sal hul jou hier by my kom kry&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dan kan jy hulle vertel van goed&lt;br /&gt;Wat in die wereld woed&lt;br /&gt;Dan kan jy hulle maar se&lt;br /&gt;Wat is dit wat ek wil he&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5273879745531760144-7245458456876277039?l=patriciathechatter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://patriciathechatter.blogspot.com/feeds/7245458456876277039/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5273879745531760144&amp;postID=7245458456876277039' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5273879745531760144/posts/default/7245458456876277039'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5273879745531760144/posts/default/7245458456876277039'/><link rel='alternate' 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src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GIedB31J1Xw/Rwe34X5POMI/AAAAAAAAAD4/vI-NA2SX1Fg/s320/naked+before+you.jpg" style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;" /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5273879745531760144-806234927677730776?l=patriciathechatter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://patriciathechatter.blogspot.com/feeds/806234927677730776/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5273879745531760144&amp;postID=806234927677730776' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5273879745531760144/posts/default/806234927677730776'/><link 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type='text'>bird of paradise</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GIedB31J1Xw/Rwe3hX5POLI/AAAAAAAAADw/xx3lDOxGI4g/s1600-h/bird+of+paradise.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5118261285507512498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GIedB31J1Xw/Rwe3hX5POLI/AAAAAAAAADw/xx3lDOxGI4g/s320/bird+of+paradise.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5273879745531760144-2259955300671850010?l=patriciathechatter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://patriciathechatter.blogspot.com/feeds/2259955300671850010/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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tog n vriend het jy gekry&lt;br /&gt;in die woud se koue is sy huis&lt;br /&gt;daar alleen voel hy tuis&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;moenie die Bos Reus sy woud misgun&lt;br /&gt;moet hom nie sy vrede misgun&lt;br /&gt;om in sy donker rond te speel&lt;br /&gt;alleen diep daar in sy kasteel&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5273879745531760144-3271224206621914098?l=patriciathechatter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://patriciathechatter.blogspot.com/feeds/3271224206621914098/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5273879745531760144&amp;postID=3271224206621914098' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5273879745531760144/posts/default/3271224206621914098'/><link rel='self' 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jou kop getoor&lt;br /&gt;vat n grooot dosis medisyne dan&lt;br /&gt;staan terug so ver jy kan&lt;br /&gt;kyk mooi kyk van bo&lt;br /&gt;is jy seker dit is soos jy glo&lt;br /&gt;kyk eers waar kom dit vandaan&lt;br /&gt;en kyk waar sou jy wil he dit gaan&lt;br /&gt;want die perspektief deur die glaas&lt;br /&gt;is gehul in n waas&lt;br /&gt;dalk is wat jy gaan verloor&lt;br /&gt;nie werd waarmee jy getoor&lt;br /&gt;gaan liewer staan&lt;br /&gt;herstel van die waan&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5273879745531760144-209223597202526356?l=patriciathechatter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://patriciathechatter.blogspot.com/feeds/209223597202526356/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5273879745531760144&amp;postID=209223597202526356' title='0 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type='html'>tierlantyntjies&lt;br /&gt;toerlantyntjies&lt;br /&gt;kom dans saam met my&lt;br /&gt;draai in die rondte&lt;br /&gt;vang die fairydust in die wind&lt;br /&gt;sing vir my&lt;br /&gt;tierlantyntjies&lt;br /&gt;toerlantyntjies&lt;br /&gt;vlieg saam met my&lt;br /&gt;as ons hoog vlieg&lt;br /&gt;knyp jou ogies toe&lt;br /&gt;en lag uit jou maag&lt;br /&gt;tierlantyntjies&lt;br /&gt;toerlantyntjies&lt;br /&gt;sing n liedtjie vir my&lt;br /&gt;jaag die reenboog&lt;br /&gt;en stort in die kleure&lt;br /&gt;kom ons bekruip n kwikstertjie&lt;br /&gt;of ry n skoppelmaai&lt;br /&gt;tierlantyntjies&lt;br /&gt;toeralantyntjies&lt;br /&gt;kom dans saam met my&lt;br /&gt;draai my in die rondte&lt;br /&gt;kielie my maag&lt;br /&gt;kom draai saam met my&lt;br /&gt;tierlantyntjies&lt;br /&gt;toerlantyntjies&lt;br /&gt;draai dan's ons vry&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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gedagtes waai vas teen drade&lt;br /&gt;ander word uit gewaai sonder kwade&lt;br /&gt;onthou goed steek vas&lt;br /&gt;belangrike goed waai weg oor die bruin gras&lt;br /&gt;maar niks is meer heel of bruikbaar&lt;br /&gt;is net die soweto rose waarteen ek staar&lt;br /&gt;optel is lankal nie meer n oplossing&lt;br /&gt;net verwaaidheid wat al hoe verder uit kring&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;iewers speel kinders met n pap geskopte bal&lt;br /&gt;geen idee van waarvandaan die volgende knal&lt;br /&gt;'n veraf eentonige deuntjie speel&lt;br /&gt;oor en oor hoor ek dit te veel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;geen einde aan die stof en wind&lt;br /&gt;geen toekoms hier vir n gesonde kind&lt;br /&gt;die kind genaamd Moreselied&lt;br /&gt;sal hier groot word in verdriet&lt;br /&gt;die winde waai die sakke&lt;br /&gt;die winde roer die takke&lt;br /&gt;die wat vas steek is gedagtes van jou&lt;br /&gt;en die wat weg waai vergeet ek gou&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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soweto'/><author><name>Ronel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00432684324212512951</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GIedB31J1Xw/SxPSUfWa3BI/AAAAAAAAAHs/_qja_0bokW8/S220/IMG_1868.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5273879745531760144.post-4009307811105363445</id><published>2007-09-28T13:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-28T13:41:12.008-07:00</updated><title type='text'>STOM</title><content type='html'>Ek kom om jou iets te vertel&lt;br /&gt;maar ek draai om&lt;br /&gt;want die pyn maak my stom&lt;br /&gt;Ek wens vir n kans om te se&lt;br /&gt;wens vir n kans om my saak te stel&lt;br /&gt;maar jou weg wys n bevel&lt;br /&gt;soos graniet jou stem&lt;br /&gt;soos klip jou beslis&lt;br /&gt;ek tel die foon op&lt;br /&gt;sit dit neer,,&lt;br /&gt;sien nie kans vir die seer&lt;br /&gt;skryf vir nou brief&lt;br /&gt;gooi dit in n argief&lt;br /&gt;ek weet stuur ek dit sal jy dit lees&lt;br /&gt;maar niks wat ek se maak n verskil&lt;br /&gt;jou hart is vir my verkil&lt;br /&gt;geen antwoord sal ek kry&lt;br /&gt;nooit weer sal jy my bevry&lt;br /&gt;gevange is my siel tot die dag van dood&lt;br /&gt;gevang in barre nood&lt;br /&gt;jou hart het jy n klip gemaak&lt;br /&gt;ek ken nie die rede vir jou wraak&lt;br /&gt;te bang om met jou te praat&lt;br /&gt;te bang om na jou uit te raak&lt;br /&gt;trek my hande terug&lt;br /&gt;wens ek kon van alles vlug&lt;br /&gt;maar gevang in my siel is ek nou&lt;br /&gt;vir altyd sal ek wag vir jou&lt;br /&gt;maar iets het jy wel bereik&lt;br /&gt;my dapperheid het gewyk&lt;br /&gt;vrees het die plek gevat&lt;br /&gt;altyd bang vir jou woorde se lat&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5273879745531760144-4009307811105363445?l=patriciathechatter.blogspot.com' alt='' 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src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GIedB31J1Xw/SxPSUfWa3BI/AAAAAAAAAHs/_qja_0bokW8/S220/IMG_1868.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5273879745531760144.post-647319065081653616</id><published>2007-09-28T01:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-28T02:01:58.485-07:00</updated><title type='text'>een jaar</title><content type='html'>LOUIS HOLTZHAUSEN&lt;br /&gt;GEBORE 01/10/1933&lt;br /&gt;GESTERF 30/09/2006&lt;br /&gt;Dot,… van Dottie,… van n kindermond se mismaking van Doggie, ek was altyd jou Dot, of jou Popperlapper,……. Jy het vir my die lappop gesing, en krokodil, later het jy jou ou Philips band speler om my vier jarige nekkie gehang en die lappop plaat op band gesit, en so het ek elke dag geloop en öns plaat geluister. Jy het vir my n hanslam gebring, en saam met my in die nag opgestaan om vir hom melk te voer uit n kingsize pepsi bottle met tiet oor getrek.Pa jy het vir my verduidelik van doring bome met kersfees blommetjies, van tamaties plant, en tafels leer met donkie brue, Pa jy het my geleer Grunters vang op die strand en sardines ryg op n vishoek, en hom soo styf draai, draai met die rekgaring. Jy het agter my gestaan, ek skaars lank genoeg, met jy hande bo –oor my hande die houtdraai beitels vasgehou terwyl jy my geleer het, jy het my geleer van Tambotie, en Olien, van CV joints en propshafts. Ek het met my kleine voetjies op jou groot voete te staan terwyl jy met my wals. En samba. Aai pa, jy het my deur die Duitse klas gehelp, ek het n kwaartaal wiskunde gepluk om dat een of ander algebra som vir n wiskunde onderwyseres bewys het sy het dit verkeerd uitgewerk- want jou metode het gaan draai by die skole inspekteur, en toe’s jy deur my reg en sy verkeerd ek moes buite staan, want sy het ons gehaat! Maar dit was okay, want soos my pa dit gedoen het was reg!Ek onthou n staaltjie wat jy graag vertel het, jy het toe ek twee jaar oud was jou alfa se engine getrek, en partjie vir partjie gewas met diesel, ek het daar langs jou gesit en Nelly moes koffie aandra en ek net twee jaar oud, a lklaar die “lady” het so ewe toe jy verwoed met die kwas was en diesel in my koffie spat gese “stupid”en my koppie koffie op jou voete uitgekeer!Pa jy het my van die Bybel, die Koran, Omar Kahajn, algebra, Shakespeare, en Langehoven geleer, jy het my lief gemaak vir soveel dinge, ek sal boeke vol moet skryf om dit als te kan net noem, maar Pa jy was altyd een oproep ver, my lewe lank, net een oproep dan kon jy my die antwoord op enige vraag gee.!Ek onthou hoe ek elke oggend by jou koffie gekry het as jy my kom wakker maak, dan het ek by jou gaan sit en na die voeltjies kyk en koffie drink, dan kon ek jou enige iets vra pa en jy het dit vir my verduidelik, jy het al die antwoorde geken.Die laaste paar jaar was swaar vir jou pa, jy kon nie sien nie jy kon ons nie hoor nie, jou wereld het so gekrimp- en jy het so hard probeer om deur ons oe te sien, met ons ore te hoor- hel Dad, ek is jammer vir al die kere wat ek ongedullig was, maar ek se tog dankie vir Ons Genadige Vader laat hy my die eer gegee het om jou in jou laaste jare kon versorg, vir jou skelm sjokolade koop, marshmallows in jou laai weg steek, vir jou sjokolade koek te bak, jy was so bang om te gaan, en elke dag het jy gese”ek en jy gaan dit of dat doen sodra my oe weer reg is,”en ja Pa ek weet jy kan nou weer sien en hoor ek weet waar jy nou is is mense wat jou stories luister en jou grappe lag, ek weet jy is nou by die ander mense wat jy so gemis het , maar dit is so swaar om te laat gaan, toe ek jou daar sien le, het ek gedink, hoe kan jy, jy het dan n halfuur terug nog vir ma koffie in die kamer gevat, die kombuiskas was dan nog vol koffie soos jy gemors het, jy het dan noggie eers vir kans gegee om jou jou saterdag oggend special ontbyt te maak nie, jy het nog nie eers more gese nie.!En ek het gedink,,,, wie pa, wie, moet nou as ek bel al die antwoorde wil he??Totsiens pa, jy was my hero, jy was die slimste man wat ek geken het, ek weet nie wie moet nou dank as ek eet nie, ek weet nie wie gaan by die hek met die dag se nuus flitse en goudprys vir my wag nie, maar is reg Pa, ek sal aangaan in jou eer Totsiens pa ek’s lief vir jou.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5273879745531760144-647319065081653616?l=patriciathechatter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://patriciathechatter.blogspot.com/feeds/647319065081653616/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5273879745531760144&amp;postID=647319065081653616' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5273879745531760144/posts/default/647319065081653616'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5273879745531760144/posts/default/647319065081653616'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://patriciathechatter.blogspot.com/2007/09/een-jaar.html' title='een jaar'/><author><name>Ronel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00432684324212512951</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GIedB31J1Xw/SxPSUfWa3BI/AAAAAAAAAHs/_qja_0bokW8/S220/IMG_1868.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5273879745531760144.post-8759944356711738896</id><published>2007-09-26T13:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-10T14:16:34.605-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Demone en Drake</title><content type='html'>Vra n vriendin my vandag of ek al die pyn beleef het dat mens se lyf en kop "numb" raak,, se haar ja ek ken dit dat dit so seer is dat jou siel stom raak,, dat daar duisende goet in jou kop maal maar nie een van dit kan jy in woorde sit nie ek ken dit , ken die naam, ken die gesig ken die naar lee gevoel in jou maag. Ek dink en dink en dink tot als in my kop omtol, ek probeer die onthou eenkant toe skuif ,, trek deur my logies brein elke stukkie inligting verwyt my self met "as jy net" "of hoekom het jy " of hoekom het jy nie" soek antwoorde kry hulle, luister na wat ander se, verwerp weer my antwoorde, soek verder , hardlooop voort, pak goed aan wat my brein moeg maak wat my liggaam uit put,,, want dan kan ek als aflsuit-- by jou geleer,, werk dit weg! net in die donkerste van die nag ,, ure op die foon bieg ek by n bekende vreemdeling, vertel ek hom geheime so diep dat jy dit nie eers ken,,, bring verligting partymaal om dit op sy foon oor af tepak,, praat hy my so moeg dat ek in droomlose slaap verval,,wil wil ek na hom gryp en vasklou maar kannie vertrou, weet dat waneeer ek vertrou gaan ek berou,raak ek al hoe dieper weg in my eie kop,, sien die bekommerde trekke in die mense om my se oe as ek onsamenhangend raak,, maar vee hul waarskuwings weg!! as hul se kry ent jy stuur af op n ramp lag ek net en se los my uit ,, hettie tyd vir n break down nie en storm in die volgende projek in hardloop weg, weg van jou verwerping, weg van die seer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mense kom van ver, kom vat my hand net dat ek gillend in my siel hulle weg stoot dat ek voel ek kan mal word van hulle teenwoordigheid in my bubble , ek stoot hulle met geweld uit,, met drif als in my gil ;GET THE FUCK OUT OF MY FACE!!!!&lt;br /&gt;Ek gryp verwoed na verf canvass, storm in my eie wereld terug skilder die demone wat in my kop feesvier. ek skilder ek skreeu ek skryf,, ek werk ,, ek hardloop steeds vir die draak,, altyd weg van die draak, altyd ader aan my eie afgrond. En ek weet die dag gaan kom wat niks in my gaan roer meer dat ek van al die agtertoe kyk soos Lot se vrou gaan verander in n sout pilaar dat my siel so hard gaan word soos die marmer op die graf,,&lt;br /&gt;Hulle se mense wat stom word leer party maal weer praat, maar vir nou praat ek hier, vir nou skilder ek praat op canvass en papier,kyk ek uit op die reen in die stad en erken aan my self die nuwe besef, niks wat ek daaraan kan doen --I was just not worth it- is verwerp want ek was nie goed genoeg,, sad but true, ek is gemeet en te lig gevind,, dan los ek ,ek los die probeer los die aanhou ,, en hardloop verder weg,,, met my stom siel&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5273879745531760144-8759944356711738896?l=patriciathechatter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GIedB31J1Xw/SxPSUfWa3BI/AAAAAAAAAHs/_qja_0bokW8/S220/IMG_1868.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5273879745531760144.post-2185941970671943069</id><published>2007-09-24T02:23:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-24T02:23:47.330-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pa</title><content type='html'>Het vanoggend vir die son gesit en wag pa&lt;br /&gt;Daa op jou vou stoel op die stoep&lt;br /&gt;Het gekyk hoe Maaitji sy klokkie probeer uit oorle&lt;br /&gt;Terwyl hy die duifies bekruip&lt;br /&gt;Het na jou verlang pa&lt;br /&gt;Jy wat altyd al die antwoorde gehad het&lt;br /&gt;Jy wat altyd kon my siel raak vat&lt;br /&gt;Jy sou vir Maaitji gelike het pa&lt;br /&gt;Ek kan al hoor hoe lag jy vir sy mannewalles&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jy het al die voëltjies aan hul fluit herken&lt;br /&gt;Jy kon so aandagtig luister en dan vertel&lt;br /&gt;Ek is so spyt vir al die dae wat ek nie bietjie langer geluister het&lt;br /&gt;Jy wou so graag jou kennis hier by ons gelos het pa.&lt;br /&gt;Oggend koffie is nie dieselle sonder jou&lt;br /&gt;En kos op sit nie meer n ritueel vir jou vermaak&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jou plek is so leeg,&lt;br /&gt;Ek kan nie jou gereedskap uitpak&lt;br /&gt;Ek wil nie jou boeke lees&lt;br /&gt;Ek het jou stories diep in n laai gedruk&lt;br /&gt;Maar net partymaal kruip jou stem deur&lt;br /&gt;Net partymaal sit jy da buite, by my pa&lt;br /&gt;Partymaal herken ek die voëltjies aan hul fluit&lt;br /&gt;Maar ons mis jou pa&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5273879745531760144-2185941970671943069?l=patriciathechatter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://patriciathechatter.blogspot.com/feeds/2185941970671943069/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5273879745531760144&amp;postID=2185941970671943069' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5273879745531760144/posts/default/2185941970671943069'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5273879745531760144/posts/default/2185941970671943069'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://patriciathechatter.blogspot.com/2007/09/pa.html' title='Pa'/><author><name>Ronel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00432684324212512951</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GIedB31J1Xw/SxPSUfWa3BI/AAAAAAAAAHs/_qja_0bokW8/S220/IMG_1868.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5273879745531760144.post-4023435732550092880</id><published>2007-09-24T02:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-24T02:23:07.361-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Die laaste groet</title><content type='html'>Die paaie wat ons stap&lt;br /&gt;Die berge wat ons klim&lt;br /&gt;Het ons ooit kon raai&lt;br /&gt;Waarheen ons weg sal draai?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saam het ons gestap&lt;br /&gt;Vyande, maats, ouers&lt;br /&gt;En toe op n dag vreemd vir mekaar&lt;br /&gt;‘n onbekende wat na my staar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ek wonder wie is jy&lt;br /&gt;Sien geen erkenning in jou oë&lt;br /&gt;Dan kom die besef, dis verby&lt;br /&gt;Ons is klaar ek en jy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So groet ons dan vandag&lt;br /&gt;Wens mekaar totsiens, half oorbluf&lt;br /&gt;Ons pad saam is nou tot niet&lt;br /&gt;Soos die laaste noot van ‘n lied&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So koop ek my siel uit pand&lt;br /&gt;Daar nie eers woede oor&lt;br /&gt;So groet ek jou met die hand&lt;br /&gt;Ek kyk, die pad ,,,, duister voor&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5273879745531760144-4023435732550092880?l=patriciathechatter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://patriciathechatter.blogspot.com/feeds/4023435732550092880/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5273879745531760144&amp;postID=4023435732550092880' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5273879745531760144/posts/default/4023435732550092880'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5273879745531760144/posts/default/4023435732550092880'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://patriciathechatter.blogspot.com/2007/09/die-laaste-groet_24.html' title='Die laaste groet'/><author><name>Ronel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00432684324212512951</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GIedB31J1Xw/SxPSUfWa3BI/AAAAAAAAAHs/_qja_0bokW8/S220/IMG_1868.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5273879745531760144.post-1461902715058929278</id><published>2007-09-24T02:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-24T02:20:07.980-07:00</updated><title type='text'>n Gebed vir jou my kind</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;Hoe vat ek jou pyn weg as wat jy se my verskeur my kind&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;hoe stel ek jou gerus as jou woorde my laat voel&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;ek verdrink&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;hoe se ek dit sal okay wees&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;as vrees my asem uit druk&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;hoe se ek ek weet dit sal regkom &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;ek moet jou pyn beter maak ek is jou ma&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;ek moet pleister plak &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;maar jou seer is vir my te veel&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;my vrees loop dieper as joune&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;en die keer kan ek dit nie gesond maak&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;die keer kan ek dit nie laat weg gaan &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;die keer kan ek nie se toema ons sort dit uit&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;die keer kan net God beskik&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Ek ken die vrees,vir jou vroulike lyf&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;ek dra self die littekens van daai geveg...- geveg&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;ek ken die nanag paniek van wat as,,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;maar ek my kind, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;het toe reeds geleef&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;toe ek dit moes luister&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;maar jy my kind, is nog in jou jeug,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;jou kind is klein &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;dalk nou jou enigste ooit&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;jou lyf nog te jonk om te verwoes&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;jou hart is nog vol drome&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;myne net vol pyn en vrees&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Ek sal bid my kind, soos net n ma maar kan&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Ek sal nie my vrees vir jou wys&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Ek sal jou hand hou my kind&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;maar al die seer van my vriendinne begrawe&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;al die pyn van moeg wees vir pyn &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;dit alles stroom in my gemoed deur&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;maar ek sal dit nie vir jou vertel my kind&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;ek sal alleen in my binne kamer huil&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;vir jou sal ek net my liefde gee&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;my hart sal ek jou nie deel mee&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;‘n roos vir jou my kind en n gebed &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;‘n Gebed vir net lag en vreugde&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;‘n gebed van redding en vrede‘&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;n Gebed vir jou my kind, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5273879745531760144.post-529312793387940141</id><published>2007-09-23T08:27:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-05T09:24:25.047-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Demons and Dragons</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GIedB31J1Xw/RwZkQ35POKI/AAAAAAAAADo/qg2AOXrkDoM/s1600-h/demons%2Band%2Bdragons%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5117888267597854882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GIedB31J1Xw/RwZkQ35POKI/AAAAAAAAADo/qg2AOXrkDoM/s320/demons%2Band%2Bdragons%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GIedB31J1Xw/RvaGJ35POII/AAAAAAAAADY/ZCmEJi4r6sY/s1600-h/demons+and+dragons.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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Dragons'/><author><name>Ronel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00432684324212512951</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GIedB31J1Xw/SxPSUfWa3BI/AAAAAAAAAHs/_qja_0bokW8/S220/IMG_1868.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GIedB31J1Xw/RwZkQ35POKI/AAAAAAAAADo/qg2AOXrkDoM/s72-c/demons%2Band%2Bdragons%5B1%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5273879745531760144.post-1957784333103556335</id><published>2007-09-22T02:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-22T02:08:13.409-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Swart Drake</title><content type='html'>Vertel ek die vreemdeling n verhaal&lt;br /&gt;wat ek diep uit die gedagtes gaan haal&lt;br /&gt;Luister ek die kritiek van n ander&lt;br /&gt;Wat hard met sy woorde na my klap&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;En ek wonder oor n refrein&lt;br /&gt;Een van hartseer en pyn&lt;br /&gt;Sonder dat jy een myl in my skoene loop&lt;br /&gt;Wil jy my van my selfbeeld stroop&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maar vinnig het ek agter my muur gevlug&lt;br /&gt;Wie is jy gaan weg gaan terug&lt;br /&gt;Hierdie is my veilige plek&lt;br /&gt;Jou wrede woorde kan nie tot hier strek&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hier waar ek veilig skuil&lt;br /&gt;Hier waar ek amper alleen huil&lt;br /&gt;Nog net een mens kon my deur vind&lt;br /&gt;En dit nie jy wreedaard satans kind&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jou harde woorde en preek&lt;br /&gt;Sal my nie kry hier versteek&lt;br /&gt; n veertien pond hammer sal nie werk&lt;br /&gt;Daarvoor is my muur te sterk&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Slegs sagte woorde en geduld&lt;br /&gt;Kan my hier waar ek is vervul&lt;br /&gt;Net iemand wat die siel verstaan&lt;br /&gt;Sal die deur vind vir hier ingaan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soos King Arther se swaard&lt;br /&gt;Is daar net een met suiwer gewaad&lt;br /&gt;Wat die sleutel ooit kan vind&lt;br /&gt;Net n Hart suiwer gesind&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jy met jou swart wraak kleed&lt;br /&gt;Die is n waarskuwing vir jou leed&lt;br /&gt;Die Drake agter hierdie wand&lt;br /&gt;Sal jou siel tot kool verbrand&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Loop dus wyd voor my muur verby&lt;br /&gt;En pasop vir in jou woorde gly&lt;br /&gt;Hier kry jy seer&lt;br /&gt;Hier sal my pyn jou verteer&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5273879745531760144-1957784333103556335?l=patriciathechatter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://patriciathechatter.blogspot.com/feeds/1957784333103556335/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5273879745531760144&amp;postID=1957784333103556335' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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bier en vleisbraai hou&lt;br /&gt;maar hy het n goue hart&lt;br /&gt;al dra hy swaar aan sy eie smart&lt;br /&gt;vir elke boemelaar het hy tyd&lt;br /&gt;vir almal se seer het hy spyt&lt;br /&gt;maar een fout het hy wel&lt;br /&gt;maak nie saak hoe ek dit stel&lt;br /&gt;elke lof wat ek gee&lt;br /&gt;verdien hy honderd maal weer&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5273879745531760144-6884137355631931305?l=patriciathechatter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://patriciathechatter.blogspot.com/feeds/6884137355631931305/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5273879745531760144&amp;postID=6884137355631931305' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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toe kom ek op die verhaaltjie af,,,,, dit het my nogal laat dink,,, en laat twee keer kyk na mense in en om my lewe wil dit graag met julle deel en hoop dit bring vir jule ook n epithanie,,, en nee ek het geen idee wie die man was wat dit geskryf het nie maar hou van sy siening...........................................................................................................................................................Ons is in die Keg en kyk hoe die Springbokke verloor. Daar is drie meisies wat by die tafel langs ons sit. Gedurende die wedstryd word daar oor en weer gejuig en getreur. As die eindfluitjie blaas is ons kwaad en ontsteld. En die drie meisies skuif oor na ons toe. Dit is toe dat een van my pelle (kom ons noem hom maar Johan) vir een van die meisies (kom ons noem haar maar Susan) die vraag vra.As jy nou in ‘n verhouding met my betrokke sou raak, wat sal jy my kan bied, wil hy weet. Maar Susan weet nie dadelik wat om te antwoord nie. “Baie”, is haar enkelvoudige antwoord drie Savanah-slukke later.“Soos wat?” hou Johan aan.Sy gooi die oudste truuk in die boek. “Ek is ‘n goeie seksmaat,” sê sy.Johan se antwoord is vinnig: “Sal jy my dan ook elke oggend op my voorkop wakker soen en my ‘n drukkie gee as ek in die tuin werk?”Sy huiwer, maar gaan dadelik oor na truuk nommer twee: “En ek kan lekker kos maak!”“Ek kan ook,” skiet hy terug, “maar sal jy hand-om-die-lyf by my kom staan as ek vir ons vleis braai of kruisbeen op die kombuistafel sit as ek kos maak?”Susan wip haar oë na die dak. “Geskenkies. Ek sal jou kort-kort verras met ‘n geskenkie!”“Klink lekker, maar sal jy my hand vashou as ons saam met jou pelle kuier of as ons deur die winkel stap,” wil hy weet.En toe kom sy met die ultimate truuk: “Ek is baie openminded en eroties . . . en warmbloedig. Boy oh boy, jy het geen idee nie!”Haar vriendinne giggel Savanha-Dry giggels.“Dit is goed,” sê Johan. “Maar ek wil ook hê dat jy ‘n kers opsteek en met ‘n glas wyn saam met my in die bad kom sit en kuier totdat die water koud is.”Susan speel met die label om die bottel.Die geselsskap raak boring. Ons betaal die rekening en staan op. Susan is vies. “Hel, maar jy verwag darem baie,” sê sy.Dit was eers toe ons buite by die kar kom, dat Johan teleurgesteld opmerk: “En ek het gedink ek is baie werd.”EK HET GEDINK EK IS NOGAL BAIE WERD......................................&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5273879745531760144-1542228298303851674?l=patriciathechatter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://patriciathechatter.blogspot.com/feeds/1542228298303851674/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5273879745531760144&amp;postID=1542228298303851674' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5273879745531760144/posts/default/1542228298303851674'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5273879745531760144/posts/default/1542228298303851674'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://patriciathechatter.blogspot.com/2007/09/n-geleende-stuk.html' title='n Geleende stuk........'/><author><name>Ronel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00432684324212512951</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GIedB31J1Xw/SxPSUfWa3BI/AAAAAAAAAHs/_qja_0bokW8/S220/IMG_1868.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5273879745531760144.post-2077196370487520010</id><published>2007-09-22T01:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-23T13:40:32.409-07:00</updated><title type='text'>n kind se droom van n ster</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GIedB31J1Xw/RvaFhn5POHI/AAAAAAAAADQ/cPLH-opPP3A/s1600-h/the+bird+woman.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5113421239617009778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GIedB31J1Xw/RvaFhn5POHI/AAAAAAAAADQ/cPLH-opPP3A/s320/the+bird+woman.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;THE BIRD WOMAN&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;**&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;**&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;**&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;'n Kind se Droom van 'n Ster &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ek steel die naam by die vertaalde weergawe van die boek van dickens, want soos ek al tevore gese het dit is een van die verhale wat ek in my kinder dae gelees het wat my altyd by gebly het-------ja ek was regtig die dogtertjie wat op die skool trap gesit en dickens lees het terwyl ander skipping rope gespring het,---------- Ek wonder oor daai ster baie dae dink ek aan wat was my droom van n ster,, en regtig as ek so terug dink kan ek nie onthou wat my aspirasies en drome was nie,,, het nooit regtig gedroom oor n huis met n pappie en n mammie en kiddies en n hond en n stasie wa nie,, was altyd veral op hoorskool vir my vreemd dat my vriendinne se enigste droom was om die regte man te vang,,, het gedroom van n boek skryf, die wereld sien, op die verhoog wees dramaties in shakespeare----- ja okei het shakespeare ok gelees, het gedroom van n wiskundige stelling ontdek een net so groot soos pytagoras s'n, en van n huisie iewers ver in n bos waar mense vir my sal kom kuier omdat ek kruie kweek en wysheid het,,, so vertel julle asseblief bietjie ek wil graagweet,,, wat was julle kinder drome , julle sterre?? Want ek dink dat as mens gaan stop en gaan soek na jou sterre en dan n parelle lyn trek met waar mens nou is,,, hoe veel grade is mens dan uit?? ek kyk so terug en sien ek het maar lekker skewe lyne getrek maar darem begin die lyne nou eweredig loop,, en dit maak my bly,,,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5273879745531760144-2077196370487520010?l=patriciathechatter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://patriciathechatter.blogspot.com/feeds/2077196370487520010/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5273879745531760144&amp;postID=2077196370487520010' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5273879745531760144.post-5745907675814840017</id><published>2007-09-22T01:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-22T01:45:35.800-07:00</updated><title type='text'>London se Goud bedekte strate</title><content type='html'>Eens op n tyd&lt;br /&gt;Was teer strate wyd&lt;br /&gt;Ons kon tien sent se toffies koop oppie hoek&lt;br /&gt;Ons kon boom klim, al wys jou broek&lt;br /&gt;Honde was vir speel en lag&lt;br /&gt;Seuns was net matergoed&lt;br /&gt;En sondag n kerk hoed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Toe ons weer mooi kyk&lt;br /&gt;Werk ons almal en wens ons was ryk&lt;br /&gt;Stel ons alles uit vir die eendag as…&lt;br /&gt;Vir waneer dit ons lewens sal pas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Het ons fietse en kort broeke geruil&lt;br /&gt;Vir travel met n bmw in styl&lt;br /&gt;Waarvoor sal ons nou sing, ons raak stil&lt;br /&gt;Ons lees die koerant met n bril&lt;br /&gt;Ons trek aan soos dit society pas&lt;br /&gt;Rakke en rakke hard vediende geld in die kas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wat ons harte voel maak geen meer saak&lt;br /&gt;Ons glo nie in klasvakie vir die vaak&lt;br /&gt;Ons aanvaar seer kry sonder pleister vir die seer&lt;br /&gt;Bere ons harte want liefde bestaan nie meer&lt;br /&gt;Ons gooi alles een kant toe weg vir dertig silwer munt&lt;br /&gt;Ons vergeet die drome en wense van die binne kind&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;En waneer ons besef dit was n gejaag na wind&lt;br /&gt;Is dit te laat om ons siel weer te vind&lt;br /&gt;Dan sit ons op die stoep&lt;br /&gt;Luister na die visvanger se roep&lt;br /&gt;En wens ons ons het ons hart meer geluister&lt;br /&gt;Want vals was die gefluister&lt;br /&gt;London se strate is nie bedek met goud&lt;br /&gt;En lank se vergeet gee ons hart n lyk se koud&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5273879745531760144-5745907675814840017?l=patriciathechatter.blogspot.com' 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src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GIedB31J1Xw/SxPSUfWa3BI/AAAAAAAAAHs/_qja_0bokW8/S220/IMG_1868.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5273879745531760144.post-3096552262467897005</id><published>2007-09-14T10:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-14T10:28:10.383-07:00</updated><title type='text'>WAS EK WEER SESTIEN</title><content type='html'>Vra n vriendin sommer so vandag daai vraag, en antwoord hom sommer self, sy reken nooit weer wil sy sestien wees, en net daar gooi sy my kop weer in die maalkolk, as ek weer kon sestien wees maar met van die kennis wat ek vandag het in my kop................. dan sou ek jou gaan soek het voor ons altwee die foute van ons lewens gemaak het voor ons ons siele in tronke laat sit het , wat sou dan gebeur het wonder ek ????? sou dinge reg uit gewerk het dan, sou ons toe al mekaar kon verstaan, sou ons kon geluk vind? dit is n skaal dan sou ek baie dinge nie in my lewe gehad het nie, sou baie dinge nie geweet of ervaar het nie, sou baie pyn nie beleef het nie. mar dan sou ek dalk nuwe pyn nuwe ondervindinge n nuwe stel seer gehad het,,, maar as ek kon terug gaan en jou daar gaan haal dan sou ek, sou ek als wat ek dan moes verloor om dit te  kan doen verloor het. sou ek die moed gehad het om dit  op n ander manier te probeer.&lt;br /&gt;So as mens vandag in jou lewe terug kyk en jy sien jou lewe en dink ek sou dinge maar weer net so gedoen het dan is jy seker gelukkig of ten minste tevrede. Maar as jy so terug kyk en jy wens jy kon dinge anders gedoen het moet mens dalk daaraan dink om te red van jou lewe wat oor is, want soos ek iemand vandag gevra het,,,, as jy geweet het more gaan nie kom nie hoe sou jy die dag wou gebruik,,Carpe Diem, gryp die dag strewe na jou geluk werk vir jou doel try vang jou drome voor dit te laat is en hulle verswelg word in n dowwe see skuim van niks&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5273879745531760144-3096552262467897005?l=patriciathechatter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://patriciathechatter.blogspot.com/feeds/3096552262467897005/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5273879745531760144&amp;postID=3096552262467897005' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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/&gt;my siel agter höe mure verskans&lt;br /&gt;geen teken van my self&lt;br /&gt;my siel in pyn geknou&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jy het my uitgebreek&lt;br /&gt;steen vir steen bevry&lt;br /&gt;stadig het jy my mens gemaak&lt;br /&gt;bietjie vir bietjie uitgelok&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nou staan ek in die oopte&lt;br /&gt;maar die son kan steeds nie skyn&lt;br /&gt;jou liefde volle hande het verdwyn&lt;br /&gt;jy het my gered, om te verniel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ek sien die bakstene om my siel&lt;br /&gt;een vir een herverrys die mure om my&lt;br /&gt;ek voel die skadu's oor my val&lt;br /&gt;soos ondeurdringbare mure groei&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;en hoe ek ook al keer&lt;br /&gt;ek voel die donker weer&lt;br /&gt;ek voel die koue om my kruip&lt;br /&gt;en weet die mure is terug&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;met verrineweerde hande probeer ek keer&lt;br /&gt;met dapperheid probeer ek dit stop&lt;br /&gt;maar die mure groei terug&lt;br /&gt;en jy is nie meer&lt;div 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Mure'/><author><name>Ronel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00432684324212512951</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GIedB31J1Xw/SxPSUfWa3BI/AAAAAAAAAHs/_qja_0bokW8/S220/IMG_1868.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5273879745531760144.post-959557617583098489</id><published>2007-09-13T12:22:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-13T12:23:35.539-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Today</title><content type='html'>Today you broke my heart&lt;br /&gt;You knew&lt;br /&gt;You had to&lt;br /&gt;Today I died&lt;br /&gt;You know&lt;br /&gt;But you had to&lt;br /&gt;Today you twisted my soul&lt;br /&gt;You knew&lt;br /&gt;You had to&lt;br /&gt;I gave you up&lt;br /&gt;I let you go&lt;br /&gt;You knew&lt;br /&gt;I had to&lt;br /&gt;God how I cried&lt;br /&gt;God how I died&lt;br /&gt;You knew&lt;br /&gt;I had to&lt;br /&gt;You had to go&lt;br /&gt;I wished you well&lt;br /&gt;As I descended into hell&lt;br /&gt;I said good bye&lt;br /&gt;I wanted to die&lt;br /&gt;You had to go&lt;br /&gt;You knew&lt;br /&gt;You had to&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5273879745531760144-959557617583098489?l=patriciathechatter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://patriciathechatter.blogspot.com/feeds/959557617583098489/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5273879745531760144&amp;postID=959557617583098489' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5273879745531760144/posts/default/959557617583098489'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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tyd saam&lt;br /&gt;Sonder dat die foon lui&lt;br /&gt;Of die wereld ons roep&lt;br /&gt;Sonder bekommer of verwyt?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wens jy vir aande langs die vuur&lt;br /&gt;Met knetterende stompe&lt;br /&gt;En skadu’s teen die muur?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wens jy ok vir n huis vol vrede&lt;br /&gt;Waar klein kinders die kat jaag&lt;br /&gt;En groot kinders saam lag?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wens jy ok dat die "yesterday today and tomorrow'&lt;br /&gt;In die tuin sal blom&lt;br /&gt;Die sproeier egalig sal sprinkel&lt;br /&gt;En die onkruid vanself sal vrek?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5273879745531760144-4134057184020984214?l=patriciathechatter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://patriciathechatter.blogspot.com/feeds/4134057184020984214/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GIedB31J1Xw/SxPSUfWa3BI/AAAAAAAAAHs/_qja_0bokW8/S220/IMG_1868.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5273879745531760144.post-1032249243266076854</id><published>2007-09-13T12:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-13T12:22:10.090-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dans van die blou fee</title><content type='html'>agtenveertigbladsye al innieblik&lt;br /&gt;Woorde dwarsinniekeel ek verstik&lt;br /&gt;Die son sak oor suburbia en voel vere vir my verlang&lt;br /&gt;Die nag geluide dans saam met Laurika&lt;br /&gt;na my ore en los my vol weemoed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Die koper pienk vervaag agter die buurman se krot&lt;br /&gt;Van hier waar ek alleen in my toring vrot&lt;br /&gt;Ek sien die kabouters in die tuin&lt;br /&gt;Op pad huis toe, die dag se werk gedoen&lt;br /&gt;Die hekse sorg vir hul katte voor die nagvlug begin&lt;br /&gt;Dalk is dit vanaand volmaan&lt;br /&gt;En as jy wag, sal jy hul sien gaan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wonder wat jy doen&lt;br /&gt; Wonder of jy ok verlang na `n soen&lt;br /&gt;Dalk kom die nag fee die gras reg dans&lt;br /&gt;Om als te berei vir die oggend dou&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ek voel skoon blou&lt;br /&gt;Ek verlang na jou&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dan bel ek maar vir Nakkie die nar&lt;br /&gt;En al babbel hy `n klomp twak&lt;br /&gt;Help dit darem bietjie om te hoor&lt;br /&gt;Ek wens ek was ok n heks&lt;br /&gt;Dan het ek jou tot hie getoor&lt;br /&gt;Bottels van jou in die laai gestoor&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5273879745531760144-1032249243266076854?l=patriciathechatter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://patriciathechatter.blogspot.com/feeds/1032249243266076854/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GIedB31J1Xw/SxPSUfWa3BI/AAAAAAAAAHs/_qja_0bokW8/S220/IMG_1868.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5273879745531760144.post-7353882036460593358</id><published>2007-09-13T12:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-13T12:19:14.520-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Die laaste groet</title><content type='html'>Die paaie wat ons stap&lt;br /&gt;Die berge wat ons klim&lt;br /&gt;Het ons ooit kon raai&lt;br /&gt;Waarheen ons weg sal draai?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saam het ons gestap&lt;br /&gt;Vyande, maats, ouers&lt;br /&gt;En toe op n dag vreemd vir mekaar&lt;br /&gt;‘n onbekende wat na my staar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ek wonder wie is jy&lt;br /&gt;Sien geen erkenning in jou oë&lt;br /&gt;Dan kom die besef, dis verby&lt;br /&gt;Ons is klaar ek en jy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So groet ons dan vandag&lt;br /&gt;Wens mekaar totsiens, half oorbluf&lt;br /&gt;Ons pad saam is nou tot niet&lt;br /&gt;Soos die laaste noot van ‘n lied&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So koop ek my siel uit pand&lt;br /&gt;Daar nie eers woede oor&lt;br /&gt;So groet ek jou met die hand&lt;br /&gt;Ek kyk, die pad ,,,, duister voor&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5273879745531760144-7353882036460593358?l=patriciathechatter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://patriciathechatter.blogspot.com/feeds/7353882036460593358/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5273879745531760144&amp;postID=7353882036460593358' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5273879745531760144/posts/default/7353882036460593358'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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wonde in die moëe sand in gesypel&lt;br /&gt;eens het hier kinders in groen velde gespeel hier,,,&lt;br /&gt;nou is dit swart verbrand&lt;br /&gt;eens het ons hande vasgehou hier en gelag&lt;br /&gt;nou is dit verlore in die sand&lt;br /&gt;die oop skrapnel wonde sal littekens word&lt;br /&gt;en hier sal mense weer eendag lag&lt;br /&gt;hier sal weer liefde blom&lt;br /&gt;maar ek en jy,,, ons het beswyk in die die oorlog&lt;br /&gt;ons lewe het gesneuwel van die laaste bom&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5273879745531760144-6415540626542055001?l=patriciathechatter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://patriciathechatter.blogspot.com/feeds/6415540626542055001/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5273879745531760144&amp;postID=6415540626542055001' 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type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GIedB31J1Xw/RvaAgn5POCI/AAAAAAAAACo/JD4s4bj6U_g/s1600-h/tommorow.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5113415724879001634" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GIedB31J1Xw/RvaAgn5POCI/AAAAAAAAACo/JD4s4bj6U_g/s320/tommorow.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GIedB31J1Xw/Rug6KO9nWbI/AAAAAAAAACY/1qQVXFsgWpo/s1600-h/tommorow.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5273879745531760144-2958397991622462776?l=patriciathechatter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://patriciathechatter.blogspot.com/feeds/2958397991622462776/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5273879745531760144.post-7341254963260749061</id><published>2007-09-12T12:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-23T08:07:20.464-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Om net te kan sink</title><content type='html'>Die pyn in my siel&lt;br /&gt;My hart se verdriet&lt;br /&gt;Die trane in my hart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ek wens ek kon dit sê&lt;br /&gt;Ek wens ek kon jou vertel&lt;br /&gt;Ek wens jy het geweet&lt;br /&gt;Hoe jou lewe my vreet&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soos suur in my siel&lt;br /&gt;Soos warm lood in my hart&lt;br /&gt;Ek snik in my smart&lt;br /&gt;Maar weet ek het weer verloor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jy is my begint&lt;br /&gt;Jy is my eint&lt;br /&gt;Ek wens jy kon verstaan&lt;br /&gt;Ek wens om te vergaan&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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sink'/><author><name>Ronel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00432684324212512951</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GIedB31J1Xw/SxPSUfWa3BI/AAAAAAAAAHs/_qja_0bokW8/S220/IMG_1868.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5273879745531760144.post-5219835297742553798</id><published>2007-09-12T12:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-12T12:06:16.491-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ons kinders ons hart</title><content type='html'>van feekietjies en kabouters&lt;br /&gt;van gorompies en stouters&lt;br /&gt;van stories in die skemer vertel&lt;br /&gt;van groot oog die dae na kersdag tel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so maak ons julle groot,&lt;br /&gt; bring julle die wereld in in pyn&lt;br /&gt;vat julle hande en weerhou julle van pyn&lt;br /&gt;die liefde tussen ons n ewige koord&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ons kinders is ons trots&lt;br /&gt;ons kinders is ons eer&lt;br /&gt;ons kinders bring vir ons verdriet&lt;br /&gt;maar nooit ooit gaan die liefde tot niet&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;waneer iemand jul bedreig&lt;br /&gt;is daar n ongekende woed wat in ons styg&lt;br /&gt;julle storm deur die jare aan en steur julle min&lt;br /&gt;as ons julle vermaan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;julle is dom astrant&lt;br /&gt;en dink ons raad is irrelivant&lt;br /&gt;ons moeilikste keuses in ons siel&lt;br /&gt;is om te keer dat die wereld jul verniel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gaan dan met ons woorde fort&lt;br /&gt;onthou die trane vir julle gestort&lt;br /&gt;julle onkunde is soms vir ons hard&lt;br /&gt;maar ons dra altyd saam julle smart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ons kinders is ons eer&lt;br /&gt;ons kinders is ons seer&lt;br /&gt;ons kinders maak ons week&lt;br /&gt;ons kinders laat ons soms in die steek&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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hart'/><author><name>Ronel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00432684324212512951</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GIedB31J1Xw/SxPSUfWa3BI/AAAAAAAAAHs/_qja_0bokW8/S220/IMG_1868.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5273879745531760144.post-2869122704957308235</id><published>2007-09-12T12:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-23T08:11:42.019-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Society blues</title><content type='html'>Vier en twintig huisies in gelid&lt;br /&gt;Staan oor mekaar netjies gemik&lt;br /&gt;In elkeen ‘n ma en pa&lt;br /&gt;Twee punt vier kinders en n kat&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Welkom in die voorstad&lt;br /&gt;Vee jou voete af oppie mat&lt;br /&gt;Die hond bly uit&lt;br /&gt;En die krieket bal vlieg deur die ruit&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Plante die rose in die tuin voor&lt;br /&gt;Bêre die gereedskap in die stoor&lt;br /&gt;Pluk jou eie tamaties en slaai&lt;br /&gt;Onder die boom n skoppelmaai&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;‘n Pienk flamink by die hek&lt;br /&gt;Maak n kettie van tjoeprek&lt;br /&gt;Verf die heining stigtlik groen&lt;br /&gt;Hie wa ma en pa als self doen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;En as die bure oor die heining loer&lt;br /&gt;Is dit om jou ‘n storie te voer&lt;br /&gt;So wil ons graag leef&lt;br /&gt;Al is ons skoonma ‘n teef&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5273879745531760144-2869122704957308235?l=patriciathechatter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://patriciathechatter.blogspot.com/feeds/2869122704957308235/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5273879745531760144&amp;postID=2869122704957308235' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5273879745531760144.post-4294539074514883631</id><published>2007-09-12T09:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-12T09:40:15.538-07:00</updated><title type='text'>mynhope</title><content type='html'>Kolle grys duwweltjie gras&lt;br /&gt;n verskeurde aalwyn in die hoek&lt;br /&gt;Die eentonige kerm blaf van n basterbrak&lt;br /&gt;'n moee wasgoed lyn vol gevlekte klere&lt;br /&gt;En elke huis vaalmoeg in die erf geplak&lt;br /&gt; Hier waar realiteit sy eie is&lt;br /&gt;En selfs nie eens 'n ster sy glans kan behou&lt;br /&gt;Geen geluk kan hier oorleef&lt;br /&gt;En bestaan verg elke greintjie krag &lt;br /&gt;Hoe kan mens hier liefde behou&lt;br /&gt;Hoe kan lag 'n klank maak hier&lt;br /&gt;Waar sal blomme hier kan groei&lt;br /&gt;Is enige kleur hier iets anders as grys? &lt;br /&gt;Mistroostigheid drup teen die verf afgedopte geute af&lt;br /&gt;Hoe moet ek jou hierheen stuur&lt;br /&gt;Sal jy ooit kan mens word hier &lt;br /&gt;Die opgee staan in neon lig in almal se gesig&lt;br /&gt;Geen oorwinnings hier&lt;br /&gt;Dae loop futiel eindeloos in mekaar &lt;br /&gt;Ek het ontsnap my kind&lt;br /&gt;ek het n oop deur gekryen gehardloop soos die wind&lt;br /&gt;en wat ek in die tru spieeltjies sien,...&lt;br /&gt;O Here my kind het dit nie verdien!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5273879745531760144-4294539074514883631?l=patriciathechatter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://patriciathechatter.blogspot.com/feeds/4294539074514883631/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5273879745531760144&amp;postID=4294539074514883631' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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hier gekyk&lt;br /&gt;Het sy daa vir jou bier getap&lt;br /&gt;Hoe het Proes straat toe gelyk?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ek sien die paartjie hand aan hand&lt;br /&gt;So oud, so krom&lt;br /&gt;Op die lewe se skemer aand&lt;br /&gt;Hy haar held, sy, nou stom&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wie se hand gaan jou hou&lt;br /&gt;Saam wie gaan jy stap&lt;br /&gt;Wat is haar naam die vrou&lt;br /&gt;Wie sal lag vir jou grap?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Elkeen se oud word oe&lt;br /&gt;Speel die skadu’s van onthou&lt;br /&gt;Die verlange van vervloe&lt;br /&gt;Teer herrinerringe omvou&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Onder die tehuis se boom&lt;br /&gt;Ons kyk sonder om te sien&lt;br /&gt;Elkeen met sy eie tere droom&lt;br /&gt;Sal jy my onthou miskien?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5273879745531760144-5018586935184817676?l=patriciathechatter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GIedB31J1Xw/SxPSUfWa3BI/AAAAAAAAAHs/_qja_0bokW8/S220/IMG_1868.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5273879745531760144.post-3336917775388498956</id><published>2007-09-12T09:35:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-23T08:09:03.678-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Foto van die siel</title><content type='html'>Stuur my n prentjie van jou siel&lt;br /&gt;Wat die waarheid deur di grys van jou oe weerspieel&lt;br /&gt;Kom le dit op die tafel van my hart&lt;br /&gt;Om vi altyd deel te wees van my&lt;br /&gt;Op vierkant van gesellin swart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Die foto van jou siel&lt;br /&gt;Elke wesie wat honger is&lt;br /&gt;Elke straatkind hoog op gom&lt;br /&gt;Elke prostituut se lee oe&lt;br /&gt;Elke oudste deur sy kinders vergeet&lt;br /&gt;Elke minaar verraai&lt;br /&gt;Elke soet fluister in die wind&lt;br /&gt;Elke feetjie se vlerk gesang&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Die foto van jou siel my pel&lt;br /&gt;Die trane in jou glimlag&lt;br /&gt;Die merke dieper as jou vel&lt;br /&gt;Dit is jy, hard, binne sag&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Elke pyn om jou kan jy voel&lt;br /&gt;Elke onreg word deel van jou&lt;br /&gt;Elke traan se druppel kan jy sien&lt;br /&gt;Dit is daar, op die foto van jou siel&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5273879745531760144-3336917775388498956?l=patriciathechatter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://patriciathechatter.blogspot.com/feeds/3336917775388498956/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5273879745531760144&amp;postID=3336917775388498956' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5273879745531760144/posts/default/3336917775388498956'/><link rel='self' 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give myself&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O’ you child of evil, of fear&lt;br /&gt;Your scary lust so intensely here&lt;br /&gt;You mesmerize&lt;br /&gt;You tantalize&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From deep within my loin&lt;br /&gt;I feel the wetness of need&lt;br /&gt;I feel the hardness of your groin&lt;br /&gt;My darkness you must feed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In flashing moments of possession&lt;br /&gt;In intense fear and pain&lt;br /&gt;You take me without heed&lt;br /&gt;Your throbbing lust makes us one&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In minutes, hours, lifetimes of madness&lt;br /&gt;You brutalize me to climax&lt;br /&gt;I hear my far of screams in the night&lt;br /&gt;And then, it’s over and you’re gone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like an empty screen&lt;br /&gt;And all that is left&lt;br /&gt;The stain of spent&lt;br /&gt;In the last rays of the moons light&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A single owl far away&lt;br /&gt;My bruised body wrapped in night&lt;br /&gt;Your seed, all which will stay&lt;br /&gt;O’ your touch, so wrong, so right&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5273879745531760144-6789333119264165422?l=patriciathechatter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://patriciathechatter.blogspot.com/feeds/6789333119264165422/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5273879745531760144&amp;postID=6789333119264165422' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5273879745531760144/posts/default/6789333119264165422'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5273879745531760144/posts/default/6789333119264165422'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://patriciathechatter.blogspot.com/2007/09/dark-angel.html' title='Dark Angel'/><author><name>Ronel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00432684324212512951</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GIedB31J1Xw/SxPSUfWa3BI/AAAAAAAAAHs/_qja_0bokW8/S220/IMG_1868.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5273879745531760144.post-292773535327108002</id><published>2007-09-11T12:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-11T12:55:13.851-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Thousand miles</title><content type='html'>A Thousand miles&lt;br /&gt;_____________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; a thousand miles to no where&lt;br /&gt;Looking for you&lt;br /&gt;Looking for me&lt;br /&gt;A thousand miles to nowhere&lt;br /&gt;Trying to find reality&lt;br /&gt;Seeing the sun rise&lt;br /&gt;The orange glow on an empty soul&lt;br /&gt;Watching time go by&lt;br /&gt;Watching nameless towns flash by&lt;br /&gt;Churning moments through my mind&lt;br /&gt;Each passing tree another memory&lt;br /&gt;A thousand miles to nowhere&lt;br /&gt;Getting to know the me, you know&lt;br /&gt;Running from timeless days of hate&lt;br /&gt;Running from the memory of your words&lt;br /&gt;Fleeing from your touch&lt;br /&gt;Fleeing from your smell&lt;br /&gt;Running…….&lt;br /&gt;My thousand miles to nowhere&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5273879745531760144-292773535327108002?l=patriciathechatter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://patriciathechatter.blogspot.com/feeds/292773535327108002/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5273879745531760144&amp;postID=292773535327108002' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;A daily prayer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A gentle word like a spark of light illuminates my soul.&lt;br /&gt;And each sound goes deeper.&lt;br /&gt;It is you that makes my whole----&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the dawn of a new day,&lt;br /&gt;For the answer of our love we pray.&lt;br /&gt;For the arms to hold us dear&lt;br /&gt;For losing,… the pain we fear&lt;br /&gt;To take my love from my heart away&lt;br /&gt;Will surely make my soul to bleed to death.&lt;br /&gt;May this not be the day that my being has to die&lt;br /&gt;But one for hope and joy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5273879745531760144-549857314497970488?l=patriciathechatter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GIedB31J1Xw/SxPSUfWa3BI/AAAAAAAAAHs/_qja_0bokW8/S220/IMG_1868.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5273879745531760144.post-4909397030060974276</id><published>2007-09-11T11:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-23T08:03:44.345-07:00</updated><title type='text'>‘n Koper Kompas</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GIedB31J1Xw/RvaAI35POBI/AAAAAAAAACg/YAyhK6rcCn8/s1600-h/die+koper+kompas.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5113415316857108498" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GIedB31J1Xw/RvaAI35POBI/AAAAAAAAACg/YAyhK6rcCn8/s320/die+koper+kompas.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GIedB31J1Xw/RubbI6nbj5I/AAAAAAAAACI/9UXUcl7ocvc/s1600-h/die+koper+kompas.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;‘n Koper Kompas&lt;br /&gt;____________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ek het jou n kompas gegee&lt;br /&gt;om jou pad mee te vind&lt;br /&gt;ek het jou n kompas gegee&lt;br /&gt;vir die stap saam met die wind&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ek het jou probeer laat verstaan&lt;br /&gt;geluk le 27 grade noord van die maan&lt;br /&gt;maar steeds dwaal jy doelloos suid&lt;br /&gt;in n seer kry vlakte so donker,.. so wyd&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ek het probeer vertel&lt;br /&gt;van n pad deur die suiderkruis verby&lt;br /&gt;een waar as jy verdwaal kan jy net bel&lt;br /&gt;maar jou helse-weg voel jy verplig&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jy het 'n kosbare kompas geweier&lt;br /&gt;jy het die agter gelos met n doel&lt;br /&gt;lustig wil jy in die duisternis steier&lt;br /&gt;dalk geniet jy die pyn wat jy voel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;eendag,........dalk te laat&lt;br /&gt;sal jy onthou waar dit is&lt;br /&gt;dalk dan onthou jy my raak&lt;br /&gt;in die duister sal jy my dalk mis&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dan sal jy onthou van n reis ter see&lt;br /&gt;na eilande ongekend en verlate&lt;br /&gt;'n reis na water wat rus gee&lt;br /&gt;na verre pynlose nuwe state&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;steeds le die kompas hier by my&lt;br /&gt;in sy kassie gebere klaar&lt;br /&gt;en waneer jy moeg raak vir selfkasty&lt;br /&gt;kom haal dit , dan kan ons saam&lt;br /&gt;die ongekende plekke daarop vaar&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5273879745531760144-4909397030060974276?l=patriciathechatter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://patriciathechatter.blogspot.com/feeds/4909397030060974276/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5273879745531760144&amp;postID=4909397030060974276' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5273879745531760144.post-5252827236752685071</id><published>2007-09-11T06:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-11T13:19:42.408-07:00</updated><title type='text'>weer seer</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GIedB31J1Xw/Ruawe6nbj1I/AAAAAAAAABc/g1lGS6s9lQs/s1600-h/One_Step_Away_by_chenne.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5108964872475610962" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GIedB31J1Xw/Ruawe6nbj1I/AAAAAAAAABc/g1lGS6s9lQs/s320/One_Step_Away_by_chenne.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GIedB31J1Xw/Ruav2anbj0I/AAAAAAAAABU/iBCZFRhBl0c/s1600-h/One_Step_Away_by_chenne.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;doelose ure tik om my verby&lt;br /&gt;worstelende spoke wat in die nag kom vry&lt;br /&gt;ek wonder oor die hoekom's en waarom's&lt;br /&gt;ek sien die bloeisels aan die bome&lt;br /&gt;maar lente gaan my verby&lt;br /&gt;plesier is ander se eiendom&lt;br /&gt;die woorde binne my is stom&lt;br /&gt;ek doen my take sonder om te dink,&lt;br /&gt;skakel die musiek af wat my laat onthou&lt;br /&gt;bere diep donker die foto van jou&lt;br /&gt;stap met n lewe buite myself deur die dag&lt;br /&gt;nooit sal jy verstaan wat is jou mag&lt;br /&gt;nie eens meer in die donkerste van die nag se vou&lt;br /&gt;laat ek toe dat ek jou onthou&lt;br /&gt;aande saam met mense&lt;br /&gt;alleen met my wense&lt;br /&gt;jy is heelmal weg vir my&lt;br /&gt;jou laaste woorde het diep en seer gesny&lt;br /&gt;hoop loop stadig uit&lt;br /&gt;die mure van my siel diep gesluit&lt;br /&gt;soos koos net partymal jy onner in my wiskey glas&lt;br /&gt;elke gedagte aan jou brand soos vuur&lt;br /&gt;maar steeds weier jy my een kosbare uur&lt;br /&gt;in die amber van verdowende drank&lt;br /&gt;die seer amper weg god dank&lt;br /&gt;om braai vleis vure&lt;br /&gt;tussen ander se tuin mure&lt;br /&gt;daar agtervolg die pyn my tree vir tree&lt;br /&gt;en daar niks wat jy my wil gee&lt;br /&gt;ek onthou die pyn van lankal terug&lt;br /&gt;ek onthou die hardloop van laas&lt;br /&gt;onthou die vlug&lt;br /&gt;ek onthou die desperate foute van dan&lt;br /&gt;solank terug uit my lewe verban&lt;br /&gt;alles nou weer oop en rou&lt;br /&gt;die lug n vale kleur van grou&lt;br /&gt;een maal gebeur&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;toe kry ek seer&lt;br /&gt;twee maal gebeur&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;my siel verskeur&lt;br /&gt;nou moet ek seker aanvaar&lt;br /&gt;dit nie vir my bedoel meer&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5273879745531760144-5252827236752685071?l=patriciathechatter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://patriciathechatter.blogspot.com/feeds/5252827236752685071/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link 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kom vry&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;ek wonder oor die hoekom's en waarom's&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;ek sien die bloeisels aan die bome&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;maar lente gaan my verby&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;plesier is ander se eiendom&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;die woorde binne my is stom&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;ek doen my take sonder om te dink,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;skakel die musiek af wat my laat onthou&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;bere diep donker die foto van jou&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;stap met n lewe buite myself deur die dag&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;nooit sal jy verstaan wat is jou mag&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;nie eens meer in die donkerste van die nag se vou&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;laat ek toe dat ek jou onthou&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;aande saam met mense&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;alleen met my wense&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;jy is heelmal weg vir my&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;jou laaste woorde het diep en seer gesny&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;hoop loop stadig uit&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt; die mure van my siel diep gesluit&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;soos koos net partymal jy onner in my wiskey glas&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;elke gedagte aan jou brand soos vuur&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;maar steeds weier jy my een kosbare uur&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;in die amber van verdowende drank&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;die seer amper weg god dank&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;om braai vleis vure&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;tussen ander se tuin mure&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;daar agtervolg die pyn my tree vir tree&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;en daar niks wat jy my wil gee&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;ek onthou die pyn van lankal terug&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;ek onthou die hardloop van laas&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;onthou die vlugek onthou die desperate foute van dansolank terug uit my lewe verbanalles nou weer oop en roudie lug n vale kleur van groueen maal gebeurtoe kry ek seertwee maal gebeurmy siel verskeurnou moet ek seker aanvaardit nie vir my bedoel meer&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5273879745531760144-1021892765800753807?l=patriciathechatter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5273879745531760144.post-7019680151677809073</id><published>2007-09-10T10:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-11T10:49:49.443-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Koffie oppie Trappie</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GIedB31J1Xw/RubVB6nbj2I/AAAAAAAAABo/NmyqWt6wvHg/s1600-h/promo_pumpkinlatte.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5109005056189632354" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GIedB31J1Xw/RubVB6nbj2I/AAAAAAAAABo/NmyqWt6wvHg/s320/promo_pumpkinlatte.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;koffie op die trappie&lt;br /&gt;______________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So sit ek vanaand en dink aan my storms wat so sommer van nerens af in my kop in gewaai het so sonder wolke op die horison en donderweer om hom aan te kondig, sit op die trappie, en dink aan n vriendin duisend of twee kilometers ver met haar eie donderstorms, en reik uit, maak vir haar ok koffie, en nooi haar om so siel teen my siel te kom sit hie op die agter deur trappie, dan drink ons koffie en dink aan die kleintyd, die gelukkige dae.&lt;br /&gt;Die dae toe ons nog ons skoolrokke somme so in die skool panty se been rekke gedruk het, die vlegsels oor die skouers gegooi het en die grootste en knoppigste wille vy boom sonder skroom aangedurf het!!&lt;br /&gt;Die gedagte aan daai boom laat my vandag ril!!! Ek het die vetste naarste harigste bobbejaan spinnekoppe in daai boom gejag met n passie, tot ek hom in n canfruit bottle met groot genoee geseel het,….eish..... dan onthou ek daai arme beskerm engel van my en die res van my trawante, daai arme wese het sy hande vol gehad ek is seker, het seker ok maar net sy oe toegknyp en gekeer, dink selfs hy het ons party dae ok maar veilig gebid!!&lt;br /&gt;Ek onthou hoe ons almal die strate af gesleep het, met fietse met joker kaarte in die speke, onthou hoe die tannie van oorkant met die klein babetjie altyd vir die pos jong se fiets gewag het, met die krul kop dogtertjie op die heup, en hoe daar een skemer aand terwyl ons in die straat gespeel het, stadig n voertuig met onbekende nommer plate en ooms met army step-outs en besem snorre by haar huis tot stiltand gekom het, en sy daarna nooit weer vir die pos gewag het nie en ons ma’s gese het ons mag nie meer voor haar huis speel nie ons moet eerbied he, nie dat ons geweet het wat dit beteken, maar sy het later getrek en toe het daar mense met 5 kinders en n groot hond ingetrek en vir n baie lang tyd, het ek nie weer gewonder oor die tannie met die krulkop baba nie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So kom die onthou so stuk stuk terug, onthou oupa se konsertina so op sy vel vou stoel net daar in die tuin tussen ouma se gesiggies en krismis rose, onthou hoe fyn kon hy met sy Josheph Rogers biltong kerf , so een vir my, een vir hom, en een vir Koos die Foxterrier.&lt;br /&gt;Ek onthou hoe ek op die kraal muur gesit het terwyl hy melk en hoe my kinderlike opmerkings oor kallers en koeikies hom so saggies tjie tjie laat lag het onderlangs, ek kan onthou hoe lyk hy met sy ernstige gesig op n sondag oggend in sy swart pak, oppad om die koster se werk te loop doen,en die klok te lui voor dominee Van Staden by die kerk aankom.&lt;br /&gt;Ek onthou die silwer armband met my naam op wat hy vir my gebring het al die pad van die Noord Transvaal, toe my blinderm op agt uitgehaal is, en onthou hoe hy kwaai was toe ek n week later op die jeep gerits het om saam pa te gaan visvang in Richardsbaai, min gepla oor die steke wat nog nie eers uit is nie. My ouma met haar groot bo arms van jare se knie, skrop en slag het net haar voorskoot wat na boerseep geruik het oor haar kop gegooi vir my mannewalles , dat die kleingeld so uit die voorskoot sak oor die stoep trappies rol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dit was my laaste vakansie saam met oupa hy is net daarna dood aan n hart aan val en ouma het vir jare lank so begin huil en die voorskoot oor die kop gegooi as iemand van oupa gepraat het. Ek onthou my tiender jare, het daar ook maar die beskerm engel moeg gemaak, was n koshuis brak en het maar duidelik katte kwaad aangejaag, oor twaalf voet heinings geklim in die skool swembad in, Maar onthou ok hoe ek as standerd sessie baie groot “juf “was met my onder 16 rugby kaptein, hoe ons skaam skaam in my baadtjie sak op die paviljoen hande vas gehou het, en dan weer sommer paar dae later saam met die res van die wille wragtigs van die skool se dak- drie verdiepings ver, op die hoog spring matte gespring het, en ek natuurlik die baby tussen die lot, maar kon tog nie se ek is bang, meen hoe sal dit nou lyk het maar net oe toe geknyp en gespring!!! --------mind you dink ek doen dit nog vandag, knyp oe toe en spring-------So het ek menigte keer in situasies beland ltl want ek was die voorbok se kleinsus en as ek saam met die groep wou speel, dan moes ek maar die waag toertjies aanpak, saam die koshuis verspoel met die firehose, saam gaan surf bord ry en kreef duik.&lt;br /&gt;Maar tussen ouboet en die beskerm engel het ek darem heel huids daar uit gekom!!&lt;br /&gt;En skielik was ek by amper groot, en het ek langs n oop graf gaan staan, vir die weermag boyfriend wat met n motorfiets verongeluk het net ander kant Grahamstown, op pad na sy ma se kos, sy pa se lag en fliek en koffie saam my. Sklielik was dinge anders, en het ek opgehou wille wragtig wees.&lt;br /&gt;En ek het onthou van die vroutjie met die krulkop baba en “eerbied”As ek so aan al daai wille spronge dink en al die storms, dan se ek maaitjie, hang in there, kom vat my hand dan spring ons, ek is seker ons beskerm engel sal die spring matte vir ons reg skuif, sal sy oe toe druk maar hy sal keer, hy het nog altyd, en as dit nie werk nie kan ek seker maar vir ouboet bel, hy sal my kom optel, hy weet hoe en as jy my maaitjie is, is ek seker hy sal jou ok op tel ma passop, hy is n regte charmer hy, so sit met jou siel hie styf teen myne, en drink jou koffie voor dit koud is!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5273879745531760144-7019680151677809073?l=patriciathechatter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://patriciathechatter.blogspot.com/feeds/7019680151677809073/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5273879745531760144&amp;postID=7019680151677809073' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5273879745531760144/posts/default/7019680151677809073'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5273879745531760144/posts/default/7019680151677809073'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://patriciathechatter.blogspot.com/2007/09/koffie-oppie-trappie.html' title='Koffie oppie Trappie'/><author><name>Ronel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00432684324212512951</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GIedB31J1Xw/SxPSUfWa3BI/AAAAAAAAAHs/_qja_0bokW8/S220/IMG_1868.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GIedB31J1Xw/RubVB6nbj2I/AAAAAAAAABo/NmyqWt6wvHg/s72-c/promo_pumpkinlatte.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5273879745531760144.post-5238611431645092329</id><published>2007-09-10T09:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-11T11:05:54.265-07:00</updated><title type='text'>the Colour of Dreams</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GIedB31J1Xw/RuV3zKnbjyI/AAAAAAAAABE/xpVyC7N4ARE/s1600-h/coulour+of+dreams.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GIedB31J1Xw/RuV3zKnbjyI/AAAAAAAAABE/xpVyC7N4ARE/s1600-h/coulour+of+dreams.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GIedB31J1Xw/RuV3zKnbjyI/AAAAAAAAABE/xpVyC7N4ARE/s1600-h/coulour+of+dreams.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5108621073228468002" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" height="224" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GIedB31J1Xw/RuV3zKnbjyI/AAAAAAAAABE/xpVyC7N4ARE/s320/coulour+of+dreams.jpg" width="263" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;The color of our dreams&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;_________________&lt;br /&gt;My love gives me the color to paint the night,&lt;br /&gt;And I will show you a dream&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take the palest shade of white&lt;br /&gt;For the moonbeams of trust&lt;br /&gt;And the deepest shade of indigo to shade the passion&lt;br /&gt;Paint the past an unseen black.&lt;br /&gt;And then my prince…..&lt;br /&gt;Turn the dream of days to come in a shower of color. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5273879745531760144-5238611431645092329?l=patriciathechatter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://patriciathechatter.blogspot.com/feeds/5238611431645092329/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5273879745531760144&amp;postID=5238611431645092329' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5273879745531760144/posts/default/5238611431645092329'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5273879745531760144/posts/default/5238611431645092329'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://patriciathechatter.blogspot.com/2007/09/colour-of-dreams.html' title='the Colour of Dreams'/><author><name>Ronel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00432684324212512951</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GIedB31J1Xw/SxPSUfWa3BI/AAAAAAAAAHs/_qja_0bokW8/S220/IMG_1868.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GIedB31J1Xw/RuV3zKnbjyI/AAAAAAAAABE/xpVyC7N4ARE/s72-c/coulour+of+dreams.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5273879745531760144.post-4008460647174132236</id><published>2007-09-10T09:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-23T08:21:30.245-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GIedB31J1Xw/RvaDRH5POFI/AAAAAAAAADA/HIxiixk8QYo/s1600-h/sorrow.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5113418757125912658" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GIedB31J1Xw/RvaDRH5POFI/AAAAAAAAADA/HIxiixk8QYo/s320/sorrow.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;‘n brief aan jou&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;___________&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jy flits in duisende gedagte skerwe deur my dag&lt;br /&gt;Jy sit in die hoeke van my nag&lt;br /&gt;Jy kom sit op my bed as die son opkom&lt;br /&gt;Jy trek die kombers oor my om die naglug uit te hou&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ek herken jou reuk in die supermark&lt;br /&gt;Sien jou stap in die straat&lt;br /&gt;Voel jou hande in die wind&lt;br /&gt;Hoor jou stem in my kop&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So leef jy in my lewe&lt;br /&gt;Maar skitter in jou afwesigheid&lt;br /&gt;So dans jy deur die gange van my siel&lt;br /&gt;Sonder om ooit n deur oop te maak&lt;br /&gt;**&lt;br /&gt;**&lt;br /&gt;**&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Ek weet jy weet&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;___________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jy het dit gesien&lt;br /&gt;Jy het dit gelees &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GIedB31J1Xw/RubVy6nbj3I/AAAAAAAAABw/b9K0YfnmNAc/s1600-h/sorrow.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dit was die swaarse ooit&lt;br /&gt;Maar jy het geweet&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dit was die seerste hande oop maak ooit&lt;br /&gt;Maar ek moes&lt;br /&gt;Dit was die seerste totsiens&lt;br /&gt;Maar jy moes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Die seer was te veel&lt;br /&gt;Jou gesig het gese jy weet&lt;br /&gt;Ek het gesien hoe skeur jy middel deur&lt;br /&gt;**&lt;br /&gt;**&lt;br /&gt;**&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5273879745531760144-4008460647174132236?l=patriciathechatter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://patriciathechatter.blogspot.com/feeds/4008460647174132236/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5273879745531760144&amp;postID=4008460647174132236' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5273879745531760144/posts/default/4008460647174132236'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5273879745531760144/posts/default/4008460647174132236'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://patriciathechatter.blogspot.com/2007/09/n-brief-aan-jou-jy-flits-in-duisende.html' title=''/><author><name>Ronel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00432684324212512951</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GIedB31J1Xw/SxPSUfWa3BI/AAAAAAAAAHs/_qja_0bokW8/S220/IMG_1868.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GIedB31J1Xw/RvaDRH5POFI/AAAAAAAAADA/HIxiixk8QYo/s72-c/sorrow.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5273879745531760144.post-7288437332970483102</id><published>2007-09-09T07:21:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-12T03:10:39.817-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='FOR SALE  CONTACT  PER EMAIL FOR DETAILS'/><title type='text'>TOWER OF CHOAS</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000; font-size: 180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GIedB31J1Xw/RvaCtH5POEI/AAAAAAAAAC4/OV4GTj5zW0M/s1600-h/tower+of+choas.JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5113418138650622018" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GIedB31J1Xw/RvaCtH5POEI/AAAAAAAAAC4/OV4GTj5zW0M/s320/tower+of+choas.JPG" style="float: right; margin: 0px 0px 10px 10px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GIedB31J1Xw/RuQBg6nbjxI/AAAAAAAAAA8/DribnXghkcA/s1600-h/tower+of+chaos.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5273879745531760144-7288437332970483102?l=patriciathechatter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://patriciathechatter.blogspot.com/feeds/7288437332970483102/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5273879745531760144&amp;postID=7288437332970483102' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5273879745531760144/posts/default/7288437332970483102'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5273879745531760144/posts/default/7288437332970483102'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://patriciathechatter.blogspot.com/2007/09/tower-of-choas.html' title='TOWER OF CHOAS'/><author><name>Ronel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00432684324212512951</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GIedB31J1Xw/SxPSUfWa3BI/AAAAAAAAAHs/_qja_0bokW8/S220/IMG_1868.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GIedB31J1Xw/RvaCtH5POEI/AAAAAAAAAC4/OV4GTj5zW0M/s72-c/tower+of+choas.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5273879745531760144.post-5848237246265935937</id><published>2007-09-09T07:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-23T08:20:28.473-07:00</updated><title type='text'>VERSPLINTERDE SIEL</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;versplinterde siel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;**&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;**&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;**&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Opgedra aan jou, Bokka…. My hart se Loper&lt;br /&gt;Jy, die enigste mens wat ooit toegelaat was om in die&lt;br /&gt;gange van my siel te wandel.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5273879745531760144-5848237246265935937?l=patriciathechatter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://patriciathechatter.blogspot.com/feeds/5848237246265935937/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5273879745531760144&amp;postID=5848237246265935937' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5273879745531760144/posts/default/5848237246265935937'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5273879745531760144/posts/default/5848237246265935937'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://patriciathechatter.blogspot.com/2007/09/versplinterde-siel_09.html' title='VERSPLINTERDE SIEL'/><author><name>Ronel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00432684324212512951</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GIedB31J1Xw/SxPSUfWa3BI/AAAAAAAAAHs/_qja_0bokW8/S220/IMG_1868.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
