We are the Web!


We are the Web - or so they say,
So hello world! - to this new day.
Can we 'forge a link' on this
highway to immortality -
or shall we rethink the
path?


The portal to my mind exposed,
with changing rules 
and 
changing identities,
as life moves into it's 'second phase'
without restricted categories. 


No more assumptions what will be,
the world has changed and so must
we.
Change the basic rule of order -
listen to others points of view.
Tag me now and blog while I 
stand on the border -
and shout to hidden minds
at the edge of this new world order.



Millenniums have come and gone
the Web is here and now moves
on.
Social networking is the place
to be.
Listen to its voice
humming with lost conversations - 
but the question in my mind arises,
has it really set us free?


Or are we just getting started -
wired together by new virtual chains 
that bind us -
forcing us on to a new horizons
together with mindless multitudes,
ripping open our inner thoughts -
and offering them to the new
Web 2.0 gods.


Savage minds, in savage places -
new faceless faces in darkened
spaces.
Making friends with total strangers
Joining hands across the nations.
Danger lurks at every turn but we
are forced on,
by a hidden crowd - onward
onward -
will we never learn?


Freedom is not always free,
people dictate who we must be,
Comments are running wild,
tearing up our inner child.
Even this new world has its limitation,
run by those with the faceless faces.


Stop the bus - I shout to the galaxy.
I want to get off, I need to be free.
The web and its platforms are 
binding me to a place, I do not
want to be. 
Friends exist only on chats,
blogging this and twittering 
that.  


Gateways to other jails
appear,
Wormholes make all 
things seem near.
Old values slowly depart,
leaving a vacuum in 
our heart.


We are the Web - or so they say,

So hello world! - to this new day.

Can we 'forge a link' on this

highway to immortality -

or shall we rethink the

path?


Before its too late?

Sunshine in the Rain

I walked around in my gown today -
it felt good walking around that way.
The sun shone while the rain fell,
I though of you
heaven and
hell.

You put me together, you tear me down -
You make me laugh, you make me frown.
I've heard music -I've not heard before,
You open the window -
yet close the door.
Sometimes I think of myself in
this pain.
I'm not playing this cat and mouse game
again.
I'm banging my head as I have done
before -
I can't climb through the window,
and you shut the door.

What is it I'm suppose to do,
you call me 'your best friend' then
cut me in two.
You laugh at my feelings,
make light of my pain.
You chase me away - then
draw me again.

We laugh and we talk for hours
on end,
yet next time I see you - I'm not even
a friend!

You choose to ignore me and shut
me right out,
Your life is yours - no fooling about!
You tell me you married - well
that's plain to see.
I understand your feelings -
try to understand
me!

South Africa 

Gentle land, Father land -

what are we doing to you?

Here we stand and fight -

black is black and white is white.

Does God want a 'melting pot' -

each throw away his race -

I think

not.

He has taught me face to face -

in his family -

we all have our place.

No Afrikarnerdom, no English pride,

no throw the black to one side.

Brothers, sisters - stop this cry 

that

"they are cursed and they must die"!

How short can ones memory be,

don't you remember -

'Cursed is he who dies on a tree"?

He was cursed for you and me,

by His blood we are made free.

Free to love one another,

black and white, sister, brother.

Let's join hands and start again -

let's forget oppression and forget

the pain -

let forget the past and bullet rain

let bury it - deep

and try once again

to build on the foundation of

hate and of pain.

What will rise up - 
who knows what will be?
The future I cannot see -

but one things for sure
it

will make history
and we -
we will be

truly free!

Roswell

You were just a memory -

passing through my life.

Sometimes you brought me

laughter,

Sometimes you brought me

strife.

Sometimes you made me feel -

just like a woman should.

Sometimes I felt - naughty,

sometimes I felt - good.

Sometimes I felt history

with us could not compete,

I could feel your power.

I could sense your heat.

History in the making,

that was you and me.

I found new life and freedom -

'cause you had set me

free.

I felt like a new born baby,

opening up my eyes,

Sometimes I felt stupid -

sometimes I felt wise.

Sometimes I could feel adventure,

running through my veins,

Sometimes you gave me

pleasure,

Sometimes you gave me 

pain.

Some times you gave me nothing

but that simple

'knowing' smile -

Memories are made of this - 

they made my life

worthwhile.

Lace

One day, when I'm dead and gone,

they'll find the clothes I had on.

They'll take them out -

one by one
and 

wonder

wonder

what went on.

"It can't be hers", they'll say'

out loud.

"She never stood out in a crowd".

"She never wore black, she

never wore lace - 

with her

they would be out of place".

They won't understand the change I had,

from 

very good

to very bad.

They'll put them back - one by one

and

wonder

wonder

what went on.

"It can't be hers" - they'll say out loud,

"She never stood out in a crowd".

After Shocks

Depression grabbed at my throat

and said,

    "you want to live -

     I want you dead".

He threw back his head

and

began to laugh,

then he took my life

and

tore it in half.

    "The balls in your court"

he said with a grin,

    "It's up to you which side

     will win".

He looked at my two halves and said

    "which half is living,

     which half is dead"?

     "Which is king of your life"?

he asked

     "What governs your future -

     your present or past"?

He rubbed his hands in

demonic glee -

at my obvious confusion

     "which one was me"?

\

Could I salvage what's left?

Could I rebuild again -

what was still in the

ashes

of

guilt and of pain?

I straightened my shoulders,

looked him straight in the eyes,

    "I may be stupid, but God's

    made me wise".

I have the strength - needed to gain

New life - from death,

New hope - from pain.

Slowly he slunk away to

my door -

    "Just call me girl, if you need me

    some more"!

Transvaal

Our winter is short and savagely

cold -

eating into my bones 

exposing me to the elements -

like a vulture

picking off the last sinew 

from 

bones bleached white

under the Kruger sun.

Summers are hot and sweaty.

We wear 'beach tongs' on this piece

of parched land -

a thousand miles from the

beach sands.

But 

the evenings have won my heart

and made me part -

of this land of my ancestors.

The sun sets fast behind the

blackening

bush horizon -

and we settle down in the

orange semi-light

to discuss the day.

A restfulness, unique to Africa

settles over us,

Birds russel the branches,

settling down in the warm

fast approaching 

night.

Crickets rear their heads

singing to the setting sun

competing with the 

ever present

Christmas beetle.

The dog, stretches and yawns -

wakening refreshed after the hot day

ready to add his voice to those of

the night.

And I, I mediate on what has been.

I meditate on things not seen

and people never met.

I miss the Cape, and its cool stretches

but

this is my home now -

Transvaal, bushveld land.

Another Place in Time

I look up -

your eyes meet mine

why

could we not have met

in another place in time?

A time when I was

younger then,

and lived alone in the world of men.

I feel how it could have been,

what mysteries we could have seen

and

the places we could have gone

and 

the things we could have done.

Oh to have laughed with the moon

and

run with the sun

sixteen was lots of fun.

But

now its too late -

time has closed the gate.

I must move on - and you

..you are gone.

Used

Sometimes, I feel like a 

sponge

being squeezed.

People, use and abuse me

- just like they please.

I'm just a doormat -

though willing to be,

just so long, they stay happy with me.

Sometimes, however

I feel they take the lot,

Leaving me there on the side just to

rot.

They use me, abuse me, and 

throw me away,

what do you think -

will they love me one day?

It's hard to please eveyone,

Lord you should know -

dying on wood,

what a way to go!

For people who couldn't care

less what you do,

just so long they can make use -

of you.

Spirit give me patience to 

love

come what may,

maybe they'll see you 

in me

one day.

Then it will be worth it -

this hard lonely path,

the using

abusing

and 

tearing apart.

Sometimes I feel like a sponge

being squeezed but maybe

its worth it - we'll just wait and see!

Fear

My world so unstable 

(just want you to know),

One minute you're here -

then you must go.

There's talk of retrenchment with

plenty of tears

and

grey headed people are filling with

fears.

It's early retirement -

   like it or not.

Give to the tax man all that

you've got.

Don't

ask for promotion -

that's a thing of the past,

just keep working and slogging -

how long can you last?

Forget 

about holidays and meat on the plate,

you must keep on working

- living

can wait!

It's stress

and

depression

and bondage

I fear -

they are your wages for working

all year.

Time, is your god,

the clock is your master -

and they are demanding 

you

must work faster.

My world's so unstable -

I guess that you know,

one minute you're here -

then you must go.

Asleep


Sometimes I look at myself and I think -
there's something dormant in me,
- asleep.

Sometimes I wonder

      what hasn't grown

      what hasn't developed

      what hasn't shown?

Surely there's more to me -

than I am!

Some hidden talent, some unknown

man.

Something I can do

but

still haven't tried.

Something I must do before

I must die!

There must be more to life

than just tea

and

bringing up babies

one, two, three.

There must be more than just 

living

each day

and eating and drinking

and waning away.

Lord give me wisdom to know

what to do,

to experience this world

of yours

to the full.

I'm full of potential thats

wasting away -

all that potential will be

buried one day.

Sometimes I look at myself

and I think,

'something is dormant inside - me

asleep'.

Point of no return

Is there a point of no return?
I wonder!
If there is, I have either crossed it
or
standing on its edge may fall in.


My mind enjoys its new found freedom,
to dream in a virtual world, to entertain
what should not be entertained,
but 
My Spirit knows its a one way ticket,
and I must turn back
but how?


Things that cross my path feel like
millstones,
dragging me,
pulling me,
over the precipice
and then there is no going back.


I'm playing with 'death' and I am 
not sure who will be the victor.


Can one just 'toy with sin' - one last time?
but
is there a last time I wonder...


If there is, I have either crossed it
or 
standing on the edge may
fall in.