I’m blowing this kiss
Into a balloon
And letting it fly
Up to the moon
I’m sending a wish
That follows it there
And whispers to the moon
My little prayer
It’ll ask him with
A gentle please
To send the balloon
Through the night breeze
To let it ride
On the back of a star
All the way to there
Where all my dreams are
He’ll send it down
In a whoosh and a twirl
Speeding through to
The other side of the world
And if my wish
Does come true
It’ll float down softy
Straight down to you
Relationships are like olives.
(I don’t like olives by the way.)
I’m not saying that they’re bitter and pitted
Or that they range from purple to grey,
Relationships just are like olives.
Still confused? Let me explain:
I know I don’t like how they taste
Whether they’re stuffed or in sauce or plain,
But somehow I always start wondering
At every dinner, corporate event or wedding
When I see them scattered in salads
On a light feta and lettuce bedding:
“Maybe I just had a bad one last time
And maybe this one will taste good.
Everybody else is having them,
I guess I probably should.”.
The
Daar is iets aan grondpadry
wat my aan jou laat dink
Iets aan hoe dit voel of ruik
of iets aan hoe dit klink
Dis dalk die onegalige ritme
van die stowwerig rit
Wat diepversteekte herinneringe
onverwags los skud
Dalk is dit die stofwolke
wat agter my woed
Tervergeefs agter my aan storm
om ‘n laaste keer te groet
Dalk is dit die bakkie se enjin
wat eentonig aan dreun
Of dalk is dit die dowwe lug
se leë beloftes vir reën
Dalk is dit die mielielande
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Jou voetval is gesinchroniseerd
Met die verwoede slae van my hart.
Ons jaag verby die dowwe wêreld
Vol haat en seer en smart.
Jou denke, drome en gedagtes
Vloei deur my kop en lyf en are.
Jy praat dalk nie deur woorde
Maar wel deur jou liefdesgebare.
Jou warm asem is op ritme
Met my siel se dankgebede
En in jou troosende oë
Vind ek my sprokiesvrede.
Jou selfversekerde pols weergalm
deur die lirieke van my bestaan
jy maak die onstuimighede kalm
as branders teen my rotse slaan
Maar jou asem jaag nie meer vir my nie
En jou voetval het verdwyn
En jou spesiale plekkie in my hart
Word gevul met stille spyt en pyn.
Go on, take another swing
It’s not like pinyatas can feel anything
That’s is, give it your best shot
Hit her with everything you’ve got
Oh my, she’s tougher than I thought
Try targeting that sensitive spot
Hmmm, that seems to do the trick
Put all your weight behind that stick
Good good, you’re almost there
Soon there’ll be sweets everywhere
Well done! You tore her apart
Spilling all the contents of her fragile heart
Yeah, you can throw her in the bin
She’s just brightly coloured skin
An empty shell with nothing in
Who wants a pinyata that’s hollow within?
The stars lean down to kiss you
And I lie awake and miss you
Pour me a heavy dose of atmosphere
'Cause I'll doze off safe and soundly
But I'll miss your arms around me
I'd send a postcard to you, dear
'Cause I wish you were here
I'll watch the night turn light-blue
But it's not the same without you
Because it takes two to whisper quietly
The silence isn't so bad
'Til I look at my hands and feel sad
'Cause the spaces between my fingers
Are right where yours fit perfectly
I'll find repose in new ways
Though I haven't slept in two days
'Cause cold nostalgia
Chills me to the bone
But drenched in vanilla twilight
I'll sit on the