Fokofpolisiekar – Prioritiseer (English Translation)

Julie 11, 2020

Prioritize

Acknowledge the fiery despondency
The noise of apparent identity
(your slogan here)
Reckless by design
Probably counterfeit

Priority no. 01
Get out of here alive
Your marks will testify

Sucked my brain matter right out of my skull
A ritual
A feast
With my id as sacrifice
For all who want to live
Tap the barrels dry
This container
Wheezed its final breath

Priority no. 01
Get out of here alive
Your marks will testify
Of a miserable lifestyle
Be glad you’re free
You are fucked
So you’re fucking us
Your marks will testify
Of your acts of desperation
You are fucked
And now you’re fucking us

Even though my mental state is so blue
The mountains always make me think of you
Pools of water reflect
The light streaks
The reeds
Our promises of love
That the clouds keep secret, too
But declare in eruptions
Our hands barely touch
They serve as conductors


Digter

Junie 23, 2011

As jy jouself as ‘n digter verbeel,
Gaan loop eers op die strand.
Bou jou grootste, mooiste sandkasteel
En breek dit met jou hand.


Die vorm van liefde

Junie 23, 2011

Daar is niks so teer en niks so sterk.
Soos ‘n seepbel met ‘n diamant vlerk.

As jy dit voel, dan voel dit reg,
Maar sê te vroeg dis daar, dan is dit weg.

Daar is niks so seer en niemand so swak
Soos wanneer jy die skerwe eet en kak.


Vir die ‘non’

Mei 14, 2011

Jy het gesê liefde is niet.
In oorgee is daar geen eer.
Gemak verander in verdriet.

Ek het gesê dat liefde bestaan:
Dis heerlik, hemels, hartseer;
Ver van my bereik of verstaan.

Ons het apart of saam besluit
Om nie tweede te kies nie.
Eerder alleen wees as met verwyt,
Want niks minder as ‘n prinses
Of ridder is goed genoeg nie.

Maar sê nou ons word oud,
En die nagte al meer eensaam
En die winters al meer koud,
Sal jy met my trou, sodat
Ons iemand het om mee te spot;
Iemand om ons regop te hou
Wanneer ons wil swig voor die lot?


Unrequited love

Februarie 18, 2011

Unrequited love is cruel to the core.
It burns ‘til the heart cannot burn anymore.
It makes no amends and remains to recall.
Unrequited love is no love at all.


I Wait

September 20, 2010

Though we both know it,
Neither have told.
We share a dream in a fantasy world.

It’s less than a secret,
Not even a whisper,
Born out of understanding and trust.

I saw your eyes;
You heard my voice
Agree to an unconventional choice.

Though time may pass
While you’re miles away,
This promise won’t change;
Our connection remains.

So, for that moment
When all burdens are laid,
Since it’s never too late,
I wait.


Biochemical Romance

Augustus 31, 2010

The moment I first saw you, our eyes met
And we smiled excitedly, enchanted by
This radiant energy of life, evolving from
The chemistry of our chance encounter.

The force of our attraction drew me in
And within the first minute of knowing
You, we were locked in a tight embrace.
Happiness reacted, dancing our souls

For the brief time we had together
And securing a subsequent match.
Now we engage in a tentative swirl
In the primordial soup of our love.


Obsession

Augustus 2, 2010

The smell of your hair is fading from my pillow.
I wallow in emotion, phone in hand
And as the screen turns black, I press a key
To see your message back on-screen.

I’m forcing myself not to call.
The ball is in your court.
Last resort- I fumble a folded note
And dote on the writing there.

A knot is tugging at my core
As more and more tremors ride my spine
And time ticks by, grinding my sanity to splinters.
This winter I spent wondering.

Should I try again or let you go?
No way to know, I rack my mind to find clues
Or cues you may have left to answer this.
I miss you way too much for one day apart.

The smell of your hair is fading from my pillow.
I wallow in feelings of stifling affection and regret,
Forgetting all my memories of you intentionally;
Finally making room for reality.


Ek kyk om

Julie 27, 2010

Vir Grieta

Ek kyk om na my lewe,
Waar my voetspore maar netsowel
Dié van my skaduwee kon wees.
Spoor in stof.

Sou ek omdraai en die spoor volg,
Is dit een van net nog ‘n mens
Wat eet, slaap, asemhaal.
‘n Broer, ‘n seun; ‘n vriend.

‘n Ander siel kon dié spoor trap-
Al die pad tot waar dit stop,
Waar voetjies gevorm is uit stof.
Stof trap stof.

Meer as die stof wat getrap is-
Die siel wat dit getrap het:
Sy besluit waar hy sy voet nou plaas,
Tree vir tree.

‘n Gevoel van sin, miskien waansinlik:
Die vryheid van Hansie,
Wat slim-slim die wêreld wil in.
Wyd en syd.

Al tel dit op tot meer as stof
Is deel van my steeds- stof;
En stof wat lewe het behoeftes
Dag na dag.

As ek maar net, selfs vir ‘n dag,
Kan ophou smag en voel.
‘n Ander stoflyf, ander Griet
Styf teen my.

Daagliks soek ek na ‘n rede
Om te voel, ek jaag dit na.
So haastig in my stryd dat ek
Vergeet van vrede.


Sewefontein

Junie 20, 2010

So sit ek op ‘n klipmuur,
Hy is honderd jaar oud,
En om my dwarrel blare
In die oggendbries, koud.

Sommiges hang steeds,
Goudgeel, aan populiere
En ander val in stroompies
Wat uitvloei na riviere.

Dis skoon waterstroompies
Wat ontspring op hierdie werf
Uit sewe vars fonteine-
Die water oorvloed verf

Die landskap groen.
Mens moet hier wees
Om die skoonheid te beleef.
Dis soveel mooier as wat jy hieruit sal kan lees.

Soms dink ek Gods seën
Is vir een persoon te veel.
‘n Prentjie soos hierdie
Sal ek graag met jou wil deel.