the Psalms of Daniel

Yes, the river knows..."The Doors" even as the darkness grows..."The Wind" Free fall flow, river flow..."The Doors" feeding all the seeds you sow..."The Wind" on and on it goes..."The Doors" regardless of our sorrows and our woes..."The Wind" breath under water till the end..."The Doors" were all our heartaches we can send..."The Wind" Yes, The River KNOWS..."The Wind blowing through all open Doors" Sign in to see full entry.

Hanging there in midair watching the children at play in this fair how seriously they take their short term dare Heartrending when they loose and jubilant when they win a golden goose they forget school and dive into realms of fantasy loose wholeheartedly they play to win and not to loose they pray willing each other to slay to reach their time bound goals some will even sell their souls to be gathered here by heavens' fowls the bullies and the lovers strife over things and ideas as if over life... Sign in to see full entry.

We used to look at the orange, pink and purple of a dying Sun on a tranquil afternoon trembling slightly with the exhilaration of new twilight as darkness her cool and glittering blanket o'er us drew Then it became old fashioned and disco lights and fluorescent glare took it's place while we danced to rhythms that enticed and broke hearts in a swoon of booze and later grass Now that new yet older afternoon has claimed it's magic back far exceeding manmade thrills as a new dawn draws near Sign in to see full entry.

Is there anybody out there.......to the tune of Pink Floyd who can understand what lies beyond words, who has seen the Great Beyond unfettered by thoughts and other fictions about it? I there anyone at all?.... more Pink Floyd my lips move but nobody hears what I'm saying....inversed Pink Floyd Like Vincent and Ludwig I stand paralyzed from time to time screaming at a wall of deaf ears hoping somebody on the other side can hear If I'm the only one... then who am I? Should I leave this age of... Sign in to see full entry.

Dearest, beloved Africa do not dig your own grave with the weapons of those who want to own you you'll just play into their hand where feet now caress the land there will be naught but sand and no African ever with pride will stand in Our Motherland Sign in to see full entry.

Now they're planning the crime of the century I wonder what will it be? (Supertramp) Sign in to see full entry.

Moes jou woorde my nou her hinder an daai tyd funny jaar? an rook en brille en haar ander grille ek stap toe sommer uit innie wind wat van die sneeu af waai en suig 'n ou beeld uit my pyp en gooi die gevoelens van bevoelings innie wind ai! die speelse dinge wat soms pla! ek sit weer en nou wonder ek ook weer waar is jy mens en wat doen jy? hoe voel jy en wat dink jy? vosperd van lank geleë ek is nou alleen ek smelt sommer weg in die wêreld tydelik moeg verlang Sign in to see full entry.

You gave her the wings of an eagle set her sailing to the south to an arid land far from the dragon breaking contact to preserve giving birth to a newer stranger wrestling with his roots in the desert an amalgamation of origins to swim in the ancient lake a pool of genes from everytime under the mountain the child will soon become a man and he shall sing a new song to the people who had patience when the desert turns to forrest as the new continent drifts apart at the center of the new world in... Sign in to see full entry.

Where would we be if all those who can clearly see departed in bliss and all their wisdom we'd miss Where shall we go if all those who really know fly into the sky on chariots of fire stuck in our own worldly desire Let's pray they stay to show us the way even if they for us have to fall so that we can still hear the call Sign in to see full entry.

On asking, this was received: While you sit there as if grieved all empty inside in a strange land with nobody there who can or wants to understand I've always been here to lend a hand and give a choice Remember now the softly spoken inner voice you, then but an innocent child and Me, Ancient of days the choice between the ways The child's voice and the rolling thunder from way back Giving instruction while you keep on running of the track Me, calling, calling and you, falling, falling You... Sign in to see full entry.