tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37992404218908569282011-10-01T14:19:33.284+02:00Being a bar lady and a mother, I hear a lot... Not always intended for my ears... I accumulate these strings of data to bring to you, my perception of Life. Love. and Humanity at it's finest... Uit die mond van die suigeling en n dronkaard sal jy die reine waarheid hoor...Simihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13312883770348293701noreply@blogger.comBlogger51100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3799240421890856928.post-79090292773644877552011-10-01T14:19:00.000+02:002011-10-01T14:19:33.321+02:00<a href="http://www.junkmail.co.za/v-johannesburg-household-stoves-4-burner-hot-rock-gas-griller-QZQYCatQX0045QYRgnQX0001QYAdQXF24443QYEdQX201140#.TocFSp_XdFM.blogger">4 Burner Hot Rock Gas GRILLER For Sale Johannesburg Quality Classifieds | Junk Mail</a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3799240421890856928-7909029277364487755?l=simisparklies.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Simihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13312883770348293701noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3799240421890856928.post-55631374453364565422009-10-05T15:58:00.001+02:002009-10-05T15:59:48.433+02:00Sitting here in the dark looking at the embers slowly burning out...<br />I am happy watching the fire smolder...<br /><br />Then...<br /><br />The dream walker creeps in, in the dead of the night and adds kindling...<br />The fire roars up and consumes me...<br />It burns my soul, searing my heart.<br />I wish I had doused the fire completely...<br />Wish I had emptied the bucket of tears over it, killing it...<br /><br />Oh, I wish I may, I wish I might, have my wish come true tonight...<br /><br />Let the fire be...<br /><br />Let it smolder in peace...<br /><br />The dream walker only adds kindling, never stoking the fire...<br />He does not tend it, he walks away...<br />His fire is not mine to have...<br /><br />The embers slowly burn waiting for the day walker.<br />My hero...<br /><br />For him to sweep me off my feet, to stoke and tend the fire.<br />To make it burn with passion and love, never afraid to stand up and add a big log.<br />The log that burns for eternity...<br /><br />The day walker will come. I have only one question.<br /><br />Will I let him in?<br />Will I let him add kindling to the embers, slowly fanning the flames making my soul burn...<br />I know he will be there to protect my aching heart from those flames.<br />To guard my heart, with all his might...<br /><br />I know HE will be my savior...<br />My day walker...<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3799240421890856928-5563137445336456542?l=simisparklies.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Simihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13312883770348293701noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3799240421890856928.post-43617048192970768052009-09-30T09:51:00.000+02:002009-09-30T09:54:50.067+02:00I can hear the cars passing by will the man in my dreams stop?<br /><br />Will he ask me to open the gate?<br />The gate to my soul, which I have barricaded.<br />If he does, will I open it again?<br />Am I prepared for the hurt again?<br />My lips still burn from our last embrace...<br /><br />My heart can only take so much.<br />I hope he stops only to ask for directions to someone else.<br />That way I can make peace with his unwillingness to love me.<br />The way I love him.<br />I asses and make choices which are in my best interest, then he comes along. <br />He ruptures my soul and makes me do silly things that hurt me in the end… <br /><br />Oh I wish I could stand up to my hearts whims, tell him no. Go away… <br />I would be crushed if he does… I am crushed; the mere thought of him not being in my dreams anymore makes me want to weep… <br />Relieved now that he doesn’t have the courage to stop and ask for my love… <br />I am willing to once again give directions… <br />It’s safer.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3799240421890856928-4361704819297076805?l=simisparklies.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Simihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13312883770348293701noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3799240421890856928.post-54197759696979964222009-09-29T08:53:00.000+02:002009-09-29T08:54:56.505+02:00This must be it. What a vampire feels like seconds before death, that brief moment of the stake piercing the heart.<br />I have no reason, no right to feel this pain…<br />Oh woe hath befallen me and I have no cause or cure…<br /><br />I feel ill, how can I not be content within myself and let life run its due course.<br />Why does my heart want more?<br /><br />I stand, trying to synchronize thought with feeling to come to a mutual understanding of where, how and what the way forward is.<br /><br />Life seems so perilous a journey.<br />True happiness comes from within, <br />so within I retreat to gather my thoughts to find my happy self.<br /><br />To treasure it and relish this gift, with loneliness, my new companion.<br /><br />Beautiful confusion reigns still.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3799240421890856928-5419775969697996422?l=simisparklies.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Simihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13312883770348293701noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3799240421890856928.post-12858826732539294632009-09-26T07:26:00.001+02:002009-10-05T16:19:20.577+02:00Fragility,<br /><br />What is this feeling?<br />I’m sure I’ve never felt before.<br />A sense of longing overwhelms me now.<br />How do I sleep so sound with this madness, this fight going on inside?<br />To let the possibility of having some purpose slip though my sleep fogged mind.<br /><br />I feel so fragile, so broken hearted.<br />Why?<br />You have probably found a warm bed.<br />Now, I shall take my pain and CRUSH it.<br />It makes me weak.<br />No one will do that to me again.<br />Not even you, my beautiful, beautiful friend.<br /><br />I know I’m stronger than this.<br />I have to be.<br />I have scarred my heart one too many times.<br />I will not mourn this loss I will not regret my daze.<br /><br />Such is life.<br />Solitude: my answer.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3799240421890856928-1285882673253929463?l=simisparklies.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Simihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13312883770348293701noreply@blogger.com0