"Spend all your time waiting for that second chance
For the break that will make it ok
There's always some reason to feel "not good enough"?
And it's hard at the end of the day
I need some distraction, oh beautiful release
Memories seep from my veins
They may be empty and weightless, and maybe
I'll find some peace tonight

In the arms of an Angel, fly away from here
From this dark, cold hotel room, and the endlessness that you fear
You are pulled from the wreckage of your silent reverie
You're in the arms of an Angel; may you find some comfort here

So tired of the straight line, and everywhere you turn
There's vultures and thieves at your back
The storm keeps on twisting, you keep on building the lies
That you make up for all that you lack
It don't make no difference, escaping one last time
It's easier to believe
In this sweet madness, oh this glorious sadness
That brings me to my knees

In the arms of an Angel, far away from here
From this dark, cold hotel room, and the endlessness that you fear
You are pulled from the wreckage of your silent reverie
In the arms of an Angel; may you find some comfort here..."

Why do I feel like I  could just runaway, the pressure is just to much, too much stuff happening. All I ask for is peace,

Stand By Me ...

Wonderful old song ...

http://youtu.be/UAYJgTdZRw0

Sometimes songs can provoke gut wrenching feelings and this is one for me. Why did I not just accept things as they were, why did I have to open my big mouth

A Mother's Pain ... in Honour of Sebastion ... Tiny Angel

Sweet Child SEBASTIAN
God made a sweet child
a child who never grew old
He made a smile of sunshine
He molded a heart of pure gold.
He made that child as close to an angel
as anyone ever could be
God made a Sweet Child
and He gave that dear child to me
Then God saw His wonderful creation
... growing very tired and weak
so He wrapped the child in His loving arms
and said, "You my child I keep"
But now my Sweet Child is an angel
Free from hurt and pain
I'll love you forever, until we meet again
So many times I have missed you
So many times I have cried
If all my love could have saved you
Sweet Child you never would have died.

Nou so lekker gelag ...

Arm, Armer, Moer-arm




Ons was moer-arm.Agt kinders. Daai tyd was ek in Std 2 en moes ons van daai glas bottelkies gom met die rooi proppie en rooi kwassie hê vir skool.My ma het amper flou geval toe ek haar vra vir gom.“Waar dink hulle moet ons die geld vandaan kry?”Maar natuurlik – Boere maak ‘n plan.En ma was nie stupid nie.Sy kon tot gom maak.Ruk daar flour uit,gooi suiker by en kook die spul op die stoof.Ek staan eenkant,baie impressed met my slim ma.Laat dit toe effens afkoel en sit dit in ‘n ou NCR Yeast blikkie wat so bietjie verblyk was.Ek was die enigste kind met ‘n Yeast Blikkie op my tafel.Al die ander kinders het die regte bottelkies gom gehad.Ek het nie baie omgegee nie,want my gom was baie beter as hulle sin en het geplak soos superglue nie kan plak nie!So drie weke later,te...rwyl die biesies buite bewe van die hitte,sit ons klas in doodse stilte,besig met eksamen.Fokkit mense,een moerse ontploffing ruk die hele skool tot aandag.Daar trek my donnerse blikkie se deksel en hy agterna tot teenaan die sielieng.Dis net gom wat neerkom op ons soos ‘n donnerstorm!All es is wit.En dit stink ongelooflik – suurhol se moses!Ek’t nog nooit iets in my hele lewe geruik wat so gestink het nie.Die Juffrou se brille is vol gom.Haar hare spierwit.Dit drup van haar af asof sy in ‘n shower staan.Tot n haar kliewitch by haar tieties.Ek kon nie glo dat sy soos ‘n beeld lyk nie.Oral waar ek kyk in die klas is almal faaktap van die gom.Almal is wit en gil van die skrik.Ons boeke is faaktap.Ons klere is faaktap.Ons stink faaktap.Juffrou wip toe haar gat en jaag ons almal uit en sê ons kan maar huis toe gaan.Van die kinders wat bus gery het se gom het goed droog geword van al die gewag.Ek was woedend toe ek by die huis kom.My ma het gedink dis ‘n moerse grap en het haar dinges amper geskeur van die lag toe sy my sien EN ruik …Die klaskamer moes uitgeverf word om van die suurholreuk ontslae te raak,maar ons kon dit nog vir weke dwarsdeur daai PVA ruik.Ek was glad nie gewild nie.Niemand wou eers meer met my speel nie …



Dis nou wat gebeur as jy Moer-arm is!

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A woman is the calm of a hurricane's eye

where a man finds tranquility

as the storm passes by

... A woman is the softness inside the shell

when the shell is bombarded

by man's creation of hell

A woman is the pillar of a temple foundation

where a man comes and goes

with renewed inspirations

A woman is the cloud that carries the rain

giving life to man's soul

parched from anxieties and pain

A woman is the bank of the river flows

helping man's direction

by being the woman she knows

A woman is the sound of a Lark's song in the morning

when mist covers life

and man feels forlorn

A woman is the emotions

shared with a man

the climax of giving

by the touch of a hand

A woman is the flesh that holds the seed

the miracle of birth

fullfilling human need

A woman is the mother of a new generation

a man is the direction

of that aspirationSee more

Tears fall like Diamonds ...

Tears fall like diamonds



a tear rolls down my cheek

after reading your letters

was it just yesterday

cupid shot his arrow

you made me smile

you made life worth while

but now you're gone

you said you don't care

but it hurts still

how do I switch off that button

when I still care

~~~ Rina de Lange

2013 gaan 'n Grand Jaar wees ...

Ek dink die son het alby van ons twee aangetas met die plaas werkery die vakansie, mense sig maar dit was warm. George het dak opgesit oor die slaap kamer en klein stoepie agter. Ons bou mos so stuk stuk aan Rose cottage. twee weke se harde werk en ons was reg om vir 'n week te kom rus by die huis.   ...  gaan loer na al die werk wat ons verrig het hier  en nou is ons al amper weer op pad om nog te gaan werk. Soos hul se niemand gaan dit vir jou doen nie behalwe julself. ag en dan is dit sommer reg die eerste keer.

Voorspoedige Nuwe Jaar vir Almal xxx