Attack.. Kill.. Maim!

Bagus ready to pounce on some unsuspecting insect.

Two steps forward..

..and three steps back.

What is a man to do? This morning at about 05am, while I was in the shower, some bright(or is that dark?) sparks stole my little car.

And only Monday I employed a lady here in my department, on the understanding that I could get her to work and home every day. Now, I have to rely on her family to get me to work. How fucked up is that, I ask you?

Everytime I think I'm just getting ahead, someone comes along and fucks up everything.

Fuck everything.

Bagus

At first I thought 'Dude' because he was so cool when I got him, but Bagus sounds more powerful. As is the nature of Boerboels they can be both powerful and good dogs, hence the Balinese word meaning 'good'.

Ba - gutteral G - and Us

The Blue Waterbottle

Found this old waterbottle while rummaging through the rubble at an old Tannery in the mountains. The date on the base is 1953.

The Old Stone Tannery

Azure

A week past a crisp new sheet I lay
and with it a new breath I breathe
my lungs expand my nostrils flare
an unfamiliar feeling rises from within

I stare into your beautiful eyes
an intoxicating bleau celeste
and I run my fingers through your hair
mesmerised by your laughter

open and fresh.. a picture of innocence,
and a touch of naughty, as your mouth
turns to a smile

Tranquility Way

Fuck.. fuck.. fuck!

Yesterday when I got home I prepaired some food for the two puppies, and went down the garden to the den where they sleep.They were nowhere to be seen, and I thought they had been stolen.

Upon further enquiry I was told that our maid had taken them for two kids in the neighbourhood. I was very pissed off as the one puppy was mine, and I had told her not to take him. I phoned her, but she assured me she had just taken the one puppy and left the male behind.

Then this morning my friend phones and tells me they had found the puppy, but that he was dead. Apparently he had gotten out of the den and fell in the pool. They found him this morning while cleaning the garden.

I am feeling rather sick in my stomach at the moment. He really was such a beautiful little thing.

Fuck!

Black

I’m lying on a bed of broken glass
Memories of our life spread all around me
But as I try to recall, they all turn to black

My life an empty canvas, ready to transform
and as I reach for the colours from our past
these too fade to black

I know I gave it everything, as you gave me
the clothes from your back, and still I see you
there in the shadows, just out of reach

The once beautiful, turning to marble and steel

As the colours fade between you and I,
and the world turns back to black

I clear the bed of old, and lay a crisp white sheet