the story - for you.

All of these lines across my face
Tell you the story of who I am
So many stories of where I've been
And how I got to where I am
But these stories don't mean anything
When you've got no one to tell them to
It's true...I was made for you


I climbed across the mountain tops
Swam all across the ocean blue
I crossed all the lines and I broke all the rules
But baby I broke them all for you
Because even when I was flat broke
You made me feel like a million bucks
You do
I was made for you


You see the smile that's on my mouth
It's hiding the words that don't come out
And all of my friends who think that I'm blessed
They don't know my head is a mess
No, they don't know who I really am
And they don't know what
I've been through like you do
And I was made for you...


All of these lines across my face
Tell you the story of who I am
So many stories of where I've been
And how I got to where I am
But these stories don't mean anything
When you've got no one to tell them to
It's true...


I was made for you...

the story- Brandi carlile

oupa van zyl.

Memory is a way of holding onto the things you love, the things you are, the things you never want to lose.
my grand father would have been 85 years old today.

he had such a celebrated and full life with three beautiful children , who grew up to be my dad and two aunts. when i see my dad i see my grand father's spirit in him, focused, yet emotional, balanced yet stern. i am privileged enough to be the only grand child who could remember this remarkable strong surgeon, with his thick brown glasses and white moustache that was always covered in Turkish delight.. he was a well respected man in the community of Rustenburg and even the mayor at one stage.

he would be so proud of his three children and his wife for being the back bone since his death. at her age she still makes you listen with a look. it has almost been ten years since his death and some days i wonder if he was still here what would he have said about an African safari, a car accident or another grandchild..or what he would have said about a divorce, pain and heartache. if it wasn't for this man i would not have the loving father and friend that i have today nor two remarkable doctors that i would gladly put my trust in and drink with any day..

your red chair and your magic that you gave us will always be remembered.today will always be your day.

Footfalls echo in the memory
Down the passage which we did not take
Towards the door we never opened
~T.S. Eliot

there's a still in the street.

There’s a still in the street outside your window
You’re keepin’ secrets on your pillow
Let me inside, no cause for alarm
I promise tonight not to do no harm
I promise you baby,I won't be no harm

And we're caught up in the crossfire
A heaven and hell
And were searching for shelter
Lay your body down...

Watching your dress as you turn down the light
I forget all about the storm outside
Dark clouds roll their way over town
Heartache and pain came pouring down like
Chaos in the rain
They're handing it out ..


And we're caught up in the crossfire
Heaven and hell
And were searching for shelter
Lay your body down...

Tell the devil that he can go back from where he came
His fire he airs all through their beating vein.
And when the hardest part is over we'll be here
And our dreams will break the boundaries of our fears
Boundaries of our fears

Lay your body down

Next to mine....


cross fire- brandon flowers.

what is this feeling..

What a waste of time. When you are feeling like your heart just head budded the floor and you are keeping your chest together to not fall apart. Yes, I am saying what a waste of fucking time. Emphasizing the ‘you ‘in insignificant.this might be mistaken for "in love" "love" or pure muffin bliss. BUT WAIT THERE'S MORE...


How interesting is it that the moment you become cynical things become easier.” Oh why don’t you go for a walk with me”, the man said. When you crossed the bridge he threw you over and sat down to drink expensive whiskey.


So this is my question I am going to pose to your lovely faces: “to go cold turkey or gradually wean one off of this filthy love struck shit? Well I have tried the slow method and it did not work for this double crusted pizza. So now I have deleted and said good night. I ended the burning stick with a pot of cold ice deliciousness. like a really bad Afrikaans music video.


You see it‘s like a game.(apparently) for those of you who did not know this, welcome.

No, maybe this time you won’t be lucky Liza, has it worked for you in the past? Audit the pass word to your heart or change the locks. Do whatever, but keep it to a drinking buddy and the game face on.

So the next time you are fooling around wear a condom because the boy you may produce might just be one of the douchbagg whiskey drinkers.




"
WHAT IS THIS FEELING
SO SUDDEN AND NEW?


I FELT THE MOMENT
I LAID EYES ON YOU ...


MY PULSE IS RUSHING ...


MY HEAD IS REELING ...


MY FACE IS FLUSHING ...


WHAT IS THIS FEELING?
FERVID AS A FLAME
DOES IT HAVE A NAME?
YES!:
LOATHING
UNADULTERATED LOATHING ...

FOR YOUR FACE...


YOUR VOICE ...


YOUR CLOTHING ...

LET'S JUST SAY -- I LOATHE IT ALL!
EV'RY LITTLE TRAIT, HOWEVER SMALL
MAKES MY VERY FLESH BEGIN TO CRAWL
WITH SIMPLE UTTER LOATHING
THERE'S A STRANGE EXHILARATION
IN SUCH TOTAL DETESTATION
IT'S SO PURE! SO STRONG!
THOUGH I DO ADMIT IT CAME ON FAST
STILL I DO BELIEVE THAT IT CAN LAST
AND I WILL BE LOATHING

LOATHING YOU

MY WHOLE LIFE LONG!

THOUGH I DO ADMIT IT CAME ON FAST
STILL I DO BELIEVE THAT IT CAN LAST ALL
AND I WILL BE LOATHING
FOR FOREVER LOATHING
TRULY, DEEPLY LOATHING YOU LOATHING YOU
FOR MY WHOLE LIFE LONG!

UNADULTERATED LOATHING"

wicked the musical- what is this feeling.

you live..

this week was one of those where you get kicked in your throat and the it is expected of you to stop crying and get up. wussy. (insert swear word here)shurrup and let me see your jazz hands bitch.
but just like any lesson learned you go by it day by day. and you realize that you should stop sweating the small stuff and love every moment of being alive. sure, it 's a tough job sometimes “It's always darkest before it
turns absolutely pitch black.”
this is from me to you. your last mistake will be your greatest lesson. flaffie ons doen dit nie nou weer nie, hoor jy vir my. n man is n bok en n bok is n bliksem.

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I recommend getting your
heart trampled on to anyone
I recommend walking around naked in your living
room
Swallow it down (what a jagged little pill)
It feels so good
(swimming in your stomach)
Wait until the dust settles

You live you learn
You love you learn
You cry you learn
You lose
you learn
You bleed you learn
You scream you learn

I recommend
biting off more than you can chew to anyone
I certainly, certainly,
certainly do
I recommend sticking your foot in your mouth at anytime
Feel free
Throw it down (the caution blocks you from the wind)
Hold
it up (to the rays)
You wait and see when the smoke clears


Wear it out (the way a three-year-old would do)
Melt it down
(you're gonna have to eventually anyway)
The fire trucks are coming up
around the bend


You grieve you learn
You choke
you learn
You laugh you learn
You choose you learn
You pray you
learn
You ask you learn
You live you learn

"alanis morisette- you learn"