**Golden-girl**

Grow old but never grow up
Golden girl.
For you will forever be part of a golden chain
and when it rains,
cover your ears and call on your fellow golden-girl
to help you through your golden tears.
The youth must laugh and dance and cry blood tears.

Grow old but never grow up
Golden-girl.
Stay playground-playful and fancy.
Stay girly and romantic
forever fun
Forever young.

Grow old but never grow up
Golden-girl.
And reminisce
on this
present moment
just passed.
Why how time has passed us by.
It's time to say goodbye
to a part of our time well spent.
Well learnt.

Grow old but never grow up
Golden-girl.
Into a world of opportunity we fly as birds with golden wings.
Memories locked away in a golden box
i will open for Inspiration.
From a poet to a sister, I ask you to

Grow old but never grow up
Golden-girl.
for you are a pirate's golden treasure.
Rare and unique
vintage antique
Souls deep.

Grow old but never grow up
Golden-girl.
Forever-golden-girl.

**Vintage-boy**

Shopping through streets in Melville, I found my

Vintage-boy

With that 80’s funk

Skater turned beautiful punk.

Music and drugs.

Sex

Passionate hugs.

Shattered vintage antique.

Unique.

A soul, soul deep.

Life of a celebrity.

Traces of white flour led me to my

Vintage-boy

A rockstar.

Retro.

Cool.

I don’t know what to do.

I miss my

Vintage-boy.

He’s lost and

He might be losing me too.

**Lovers and Hommies**

Turn the heat down

just a little.

alone in a room.

She blushes.

He smiles.

They look around.

Two strangers are there,

They make a compatible pair

Positive and negative poles, they attract.

Pretty perfect match.

Similar Souls.

Chemistry at first catch.

She suddenly sparkles

at the touch of his eyes.

Sweat-lets on her nose.

He knows

she’s a star

She knows.

**Papa**

Forgive me for that night of passion.

It’s my fault that black was your style.

The feeling of chocolate on your skin drove you wild.

Lick the Lindt off your lips

for you have sinned

and produced caramel.

You’re furious as hell.

Like a stone through my heart you fell.

You fall under the absentee list  

A solemn figure in the shadow of life.

You disappear through thin air

and reappear to lend your pennies to the poor

I’m sorry how rude.

Forgive me for that night of passion

It’s childish for me to care.

Child-like.

African mother births African child,

Stallion goes wild,

Sunshine girl grows up.

A piece pierced out of her heart

left, grey-numb

Oh!

Forgive me for that night of passion

Drunken nights produce drunken girls

Flaws, light skin, an afro, cute curls.

You missed it

but shit!

I’m sorry for that night of passion.

LOVE Hippie Style *2010*

For Spring/Summer 2010 I’m absolutely in love with Bohemian/Hippie style!! Floral skirts, hats, chunky jewellery, headbands, gladiators, sunglasses and even tie-dye are on top of my list of Summer MUST-HAVES**


I love seeing ladies dressed uniquely and Bohemian style is a fabulous way to express your individuality through what you wear**


Call me a Stoner if you may! I'm also in love with everything green this Spring/ Summer *pun intended*


Bohemian Chic!! GOOGLE IT BABY**

**Knees Weak, Sweaty Palms, Broken teacup**

If I'm struggling to find where your head is at
How do I find your heart?
Words left unspoken
Scribbled on the sandy shore,
Then everything I wanted to say, washed away.
Had it planned from start to finish
But knees weak, sweaty palms, broken teacup.
Get out of your head and into your heart, sweetheart.
Trying to read thee
Is only but confusing me
Like understanding the physics behind chemistry.
Sparks fly like butterflies on tender touch
How I want to hold you so much
But knees weak, sweaty palms, broken teacup.
Shattered china tea-set.
Jump to pick the pieces
So quick as you jumped to conclusions,
Jumped to judge with your hammer hitting my heart.
Maybe I could pour my heart out if you would listen
But knees weak, sweaty palms, broken teacup.

**Winter**

Winter is here now and the grey wind has set,
Its done more than make my body feel cold,the heart has gone numb too.
As we walk along in boots and coats,
We long for summer and her sandals,
For it is when her flowers blossom that I am happiest.
Winter just began and its already getting old,
And you my dear are like the winter cold.
But seasons change like people do,
I hope I see your summer soon.