Kookaburra, kookaburra
What do you say to me?
In the morning, dark and cold
You cackle your song at me
Out of slumber, out of sleep
You raise your voice at me
Laughing, mocking while I wake
Wrenching me from my dreams
Author Vonita
Ghost Town
“Searching for trust
In a city of rust”
(John Lambert Ghost Town)
This song was playing repeat on the radio in Johannesburg. I miss Joburg! The music, the djs that I still remember on the radio stations, driving everywhere, Sandton City, visiting my dad, seeing my sister and nieces, Wimpy coffee and You magazines. And Woolworths.
In two weeks of driving I received a traffic fine. Driving 71km/h in a 60km zone. What can I say, in Sydney I use the bus service most of the time. No driving for me. But in Johannesburg, my car is my legs.
Undressed
Hidden passions
Revealed
Old inhibitions
Discarded
Captured desires
Released
I stand before you
Undressed
Once in a While
Sometimes
Days are long
And nights never end
Sometimes
The sun is dim
And moon too bright
Sometimes
Light never shines
And darkness descends
Sometimes
I repent
And other times
I forgive
Play Me
Play Me by Neil Diamond
She was morning, and I was night time
I one day woke up
To find her lying beside my bed
I softly said “Come take me”
For I’ve been lonely in need of someone
As though I’d done someone wrong somewhere
But I don’t know where, I don’t know where
Come lately
You are the sun, I am the moon
You are the words, I am the tune
Play me
Song she sang to me
Song she brang to me
Words that rang in me,
Rhyme that sprang from me
Warmed the night, and what was right
Became me
You are the sun, I am the moon
You are the words, I am the tune
Play me
And so it was that I came to travel
Upon a road that was thorned and narrow
Another place, another grace
Would save me
You are the sun, I am the moon
You are the words, I am the tune
Play me
You are the sun, I am the moon
You are the words, I am the tune
Play me……
Flowing River
I manage to stop.
Choking back my tears I smile.
Until I remember.
The river flows again.
Pedestal
I placed him on a pedestal
Because that’s where he needed to be
That’s where he belonged
Until one day he stepped off the pedestal
And disappeared from sight
An unforgettable hero
Leaving broken hearts and footprints
Alone in fading light
Burst Bubbles
Dreams floated away
As one by one they escaped
And as I watched them go
Each delicate membrane
Burst leaving no trace
Of having existed
And all that was
Left was a
Desolate
Space
Classic IT Quote of the Day
Things may have changed
Woman
Sensuality
Core of woman
Designed for man
Complimenting male’s masculinity
Exquisite female’s femininity
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