**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.

**Spring**

Spring is here now and I find myself a happier person.
I want to eat chicken salads
And mango.
I want to wear floral dresses that flow when I tango,
To feel the super-sun as he bronzes my skin,
Spring makes me smile within.
The petunias on the window sill are sun-shine-smiling too!
They're dancing and the don't know what to do.
I'm spring cleaning the cluter that winter left behind,
I'm spring cleaning my body,soul and mind.
I want to wear shorts and huge sun hats
Open the sun-roof
And wear a sunflower in my hair.
All of a sudden I feel free in spring,don't really care.
This spring I want to have a picknik with someone special
So the can share with me my spring sensation,
And appreciate natures creation.
I want to take a spring-break!
Let loose,get drunk by a lake..
My love for spring has always been true
But this spring, I want to spend with you! :)

**The Present Is a Moment Just Past**

Men talk of killing time when time quietly kills them,
We talk of wasting time as time watches us waste away,
Time goes you say? Ah no,alas! Time stays,
We go,
And the present is a moment just passed.
I wish I could freeze this liquid time.
Tik tok goes the clock and it doesn't stop.
Running out of time,
I'm late!
Can't wait!
Gotta run!
Spinning round in stupid circles,
So selfish is time that she doesn't stop.
And as I sit and write this poetry
She doesn't stop for me.
But I wish she would stop for you
For maybe your time is less than mine.
You may not understand this sudden sense of questioning,
But I think about your life all the time.
It consumes my mind,sometimes.
I'm sure you wish you could re-wind the hands of time.
But we can't
Let's just spend as much precious time together
Because no moment lasts forever.

**Colours of Love**

I was just a pink girl to begin with,
Love was a pink heart, a pink kiss on the lip,
Pretty in pink sweetheart,never been kissed,
Sunshine-yellow skin,
Till sour yellow-lemon-men came in
to pick me yellow sunflower-power.
He loves me,he loves me not till I'm blue,
I stand alone, a midnight-blue statue
once in a blue moon.
Green eyes gave you the green light,
I was a greenhorn,naïve,lacked insight.
Green with envy,was I,of my old personality,before thee.
So hot that you glowed,red-hot.
But your abuse made me red-eyed,
I should have read your red mind.
Cast in your black-lust-shadow,
your skin and coarse black hair,
But dilated black eyes showed you didn't care.
I wanted to give you a black eye,
Put you on my black-list, black-mark, black-mail,
But your white soul would always prevail.
White soul.
Forgave I, your white lie.
I found your pink, yellow, blue, green, red kind
And it took over my black and white mind...