Little Children


What is happening to this world?

Brother against brother we stand.


I see a playground

and on it, little children:

brothers and sisters

fighting over a Father’s love.

One Father, many children, one family.


I see a playground

and on it, little children:

the bullies and the victims,

fighting over their differences.

Some invited in, others cast out.


I see a playground.

On it, just little children:

the popular and the unpopular,

fighting over the right

to be on this playground.


Who decided this?




The playground didn’t change much,

nor the rules of the game.

Neither did we.

We are the children of yesterday.


I see you, men and women:

Yesterday’s children,

fighting over land that is not yours.

Deciding fates, directing lives

you do not own.


Creation –

Humans, animals, plants, water, land.

You are stewards of these, not owners.

Never forget.


Beware little children,

for time is a fragile thing,

like wings of a butterfly on the wind.

Do not stray, little children,

for time is a sharp-edged sword.


So, play nicely, little children.










In darkness we move.

We pass one another in the night.

The pendulum slowly swings,

The clock slowly ticks,

The sword slowly lifts, readying its strike.

Slowly it moves – a restless predator,

Stalking you, distorted creatures of darkness.


The ship will slowly turn from its course.

When the pendulum returns,

When the clock stops,

When the blade falls –

On which side will you be, creature of darkness?

When the destination is changed and the final course plotted,

Will you be present?


In this, the soul’s darkest hour,

You will not see it coming,

But come, it will.

In the darkness, time waits.


When is the darkest hour of the soul?

If the soul is our will, wants and emotions, our humanity –

Is it when we’ve lost our humanity? Is it when we stop caring? When we carelessly begin to rip each other to shreds? Is it when we sell our soul?

When have we sold our soul?

Is it when we let go of our own free will – our will to live, to resist injustice, to do what is right?

Is it when we relinquish our wants – On the one hand, did we become so saturated, so over-fed on the good life, the easy life, that we “want for nothing”? Or, perhaps on the other hand, some of us have suffered want in some shape or form for such an extended period of time, that we now believe ourselves unworthy of the right to want anything – care, love, even respect?

When have our emotions and our humanity been sacrificed?

Is it when we’ve become so stunted that we cease to feel, to have empathy? Or, is it perhaps when we’ve let our emotions run so freely that we cannot make any room for someone else to exist? In the end we’re left only with the ego.

Perhaps it is all of these. When our humanity and empathy dies, and hope is lost, what are we but distorted creatures of darkness? We can only move away from the darkness when we turn our gaze, hearts and hands to the lost, hurting and rejected. These are the thoughts that increasingly plague me. Like a ship, headed for a destination, I find myself slowly turning. Change can be slow. It is frustrating when one still sits in life’s classroom, being prepared for an unknown purpose. You want to get out there! I only know I cannot sit by and do nothing.

I look around me and I see that our darkest hour is now.




Mentaliteit van Water


(*I decided to rewrite this piece in my mother tongue, Afrikaans)

Ek wil hierdie liggaam afgooi,

Vel en molekule loslaat

Tot my wese vrygelaat word –

‘n Stygende wasem,

druppels wat saamsmelt:

Om te omsluit.

Om omsluit te word.

Om te deurdring

En deurdring te word.

Om oor hierdie bal te was –

Oor tyd en plek,

Land en volk.

Deur strate,

Deur valleie.

Oor berge en oseane

Tot ek dit in my arms vashou

Totdat dit my vashou.



Mentality of Water


I want to shed this body,

Release skin and molecule

Until my essence is released –

A rising vapour,

merging droplets:

To envelop.

To be enveloped.

To permeate

And be permeated.

To wash across this orb –

Across space and time,

Country and nation.

Through streets,

Through valleys,

Across mountains and oceans

Until I hold it in my arms.

Until it holds me.





My biggest regret

We all have regrets. I certainly do. I’ve been thinking a lot about my regrets since I started my journey.

I think my biggest regret is not living my life to the fullest: not digging into my full potential, letting fear take hold, not believing in myself.

So I ended up sitting on the fence for a while.

But this is not life. It’s a half-life at best. You merely exist. You go through the motions, breathing in, breathing out… You begin to doubt your own abilities and validity.

Whatever your regrets, it’s the worst place to be – living with them every day. They’re almost like granny’s little ornaments, stuck on a shelf. They are displayed for everyone to see (no matter how awful some of them are). Now and then, they are lovingly taken off the shelf and polished, caressed, and then carefully put back on that shelf. Each invokes a painful memory of failure, inadequacy, fear, embarrassment. All they end up doing, is cluttering up your life.

Lucky for us, it’s never too late to de-clutter. I know, it’s not that easy to do, but it’s do-able. Here am I, dusting off each and every dream I’ve ever had, and attempting to address each one as I go into the unknown. I don’t know if my music will be successful. I don’t know whether or not my art will sell. I don’t know whether or not my book will get published and read. On top of this I want to immigrate to America or Canada.

Yeah, I dream BIG baby!

When my life comes to an end one day, however, I want to be able to say that I’ve lived, that I’ve experienced life. So, no matter what your regrets are, you can get up and change some negatives into positives. The best gift you can give yourself, is to love YOU, and to believe in YOU.

You’re strong and valuable, and infinitely more powerful than you think!


Do you have any regrets? Please share




I’ve been racking my brain for a while now, trying to figure out what would be a good topic to start off with. Nothing. I was left with one big writer’s block. These past few weeks have not helped either – in between madly trying to finish an art piece, recording my last songs, dentist appointments, and setting up this blog (sort of feeling my way around it).

My head is still spinning.

I went into my garden to check on my veggies. We’ve had some rain, but I wanted to just make sure they were all still watered. What a nice surprise! My cucumbers have tripled in size! Also, the corn I planted in containers as an experiment seem to be producing a few gems of their own…


Nature is truly amazing! This just reminded me of how resilient it is. It can rain, the sun can shine, there can be thunderstorms… But even after the worst destruction, it still bounces back. In their quiet, unassuming way, they speak hope.

We are no different. Life happens. It’s messy, noisy, and sometimes ugly, but we are made of stronger ‘stuff’. We must dare to hope. Hope should be a constant companion. Without it we are truly lost.