On Two Wheels.
In rivers' flow and mountains' might,
With friends by your side, a thrilling sight.
Motorcycle roaring, wind against your face,
Absolute freedom, an exhilarating embrace.
Through rivers we ride, splashing through the stream,
The engine's power, a rider's wildest dream.
Water spraying, adrenaline rushing high,
As we conquer the currents, beneath the sky.
Mountains we conquer, ascending with grace,
The engine's growl, echoing through the space.
The rugged terrain, a challenge to overcome,
Together we ride, our spirits never numb.
The wind howls, as we speed through the air,
Our worries left behind, without a single care.
The open road beckons, a path to explore,
With every twist, a new adventure in store.
The bond we share, forged on these trails,
Through laughter and freedom, our friendship prevails.
Each journey etched in our memories deep,
As we ride on, our spirits forever leap.
Absolute freedom, a feeling so grand,
When we ride our motorcycles, we take a stand.
Through rivers and mountains, we find our stride,
With friends by our side, forever we ride.
Suid Wes.
In Suid Wes, 'n skatkis van natuurskoon,
Die duine golwende soos sand seebronne,
Etosha se vlaktes en die wild se heerskoon,
Sprei sy pragtige kleure uit in die sonne.
Die Vis River met sy dieptes so diep,
Waar die wind fluister in klippe en kloof,
En die Sossusvlei, waar rooi sandduine bly kruip,
'n Woestynlandskap wat mense se harte roof.
Dan die Namibwoestyn met sy unieke gloed,
Met kleure wat dans teen 'n blou hemelse skild,
En die Skedelkus, waar gestrande skepe hom ontmoet, ‘
n Spookagtige mooi waar mens stilte kan hoor tril.
Suid Wes se natuurprag is 'n fotograaf se paradys,
Met kontrasterende kleure en surrealistiese tafrele om te vang,
En so, net 'n paar voorbeelde, Suid Wes bied soveel meer,
‘n Weelde van natuurwonders om te verken en ervaar,
Soek vrede en avontuur, hier sal jy dit keer op keer keer,
Immers, Suid Wes se skoonheid is jou oë werd, altyd daar.
Restless Soul.
In the depths of my soul, a restless fire ignites,
Yearning to capture moments with photographic sights.
Anxiety dances with passion, a delicate embrace,
Fueling my artistry, leaving no trace.
Through the lens, my heart races with each click, seeking to freeze time, emotions to depict.
Anxiety whispers doubts, but I can't let it win, for my photography is a journey, where beauty begins.
I must embrace the unease, let it fuel my desire, to capture images that set my soul on fire.
I must let anxiety be the catalyst, not a hindrance, for my restless heart holds boundless brilliance.
With each frame and each shot, anxiety shall fade,
As my photography takes shape, a masterpiece handmade.
For in the depths of my restless heart's plea, Lies the power to create, to set my spirit free.
Life As A Man.
Life as a man, what a curious thing
A journey of strength, of courage, of recklessness
We are taught to be tough and never show our pain
To always be in control, to never complain
But behind the facade, there's so much more
Our hearts beat just as fiercely, our minds just as complex
We too have fears and doubts, hopes and dreams
Yet society tells us, only on the surface we should be seen
We are expected to provide, to protect, to lead
And if we fall short, we're deemed less than a man
But who's to say what truly defines masculinity
Is it our physical prowess or our emotional capacity?
We are told to be strong, but what about our tears
They do not make us weak, they show we have a heart
And vulnerability, it takes true strength to display
To open up our souls and let the world see us this way
Life as a man, it's not an easy path to tread
We face challenges and struggles, doubts and dread
But in the midst of it all, we find moments of pride
When we stand tall and true, by our own side
Let's break free from the stereotypes that bind
And embrace the fullness of our humankind
For life as a man is not just one thing
It's a beautiful, complex, and ever-evolving being.
The Old Man’s Tale.
In shadows he dwelled, an evil man,
With tales of darkness, his wicked plan.
Though frail and old, his grin so sly,
He reveled in harm, with a gleam in his eye.
His stories, like poison, seeped through my mind,
A tapestry of malice, so cruelly designed.
He relished the pain, the chaos he'd sown,
A twisted soul, with secrets unknown.
But behind that facade, what secrets did he keep?
What horrors lay hidden, in the depths so deep?
Was there remorse in his heart, a flicker of light?
Or was he consumed by the darkness of night?
I listened, transfixed, to his tales of woe,
As he reveled in power, his wickedness aglow.
But deep down I wondered, what led him astray,
To become this evil man, with a price to pay?
For in every villain, a story unfolds,
Of choices made, and the paths they chose.
So I pondered his past, his twisted desires,
And wondered if redemption still stoked its fires.
But as the tales ended, and darkness remained,
I saw no remorse, no hint of change.
An evil man, he was, till the end of his days,
Leaving behind a legacy of wicked displays.
So let this be a lesson, a cautionary tale,
Of the evil that lurks, behind a frail veil.
For even in old age, darkness can reside,
In the heart of a man, with evil as his guide.
The Hunter.
In the wild he roams, a hunter bold,
With heart attuned to nature's hold.
The whispering wind, the rustling leaves,
His spirit dances, as the forest breathes.
With every step, he feels the earth's embrace,
A primal connection, in this sacred space.
His senses alive, keen eyes survey,
The beauty of life, in its untamed display.
A hunter's heart beats in harmony,
With creatures wild and running free.
He seeks not just prey, but a deeper bond,
With the wilderness, where his soul responds.
In solitude, he finds solace and peace,
As the symphony of nature's wonders increase.
A hunter's heart, a blend of strength and grace,
Honoring the cycle, in this wild chase.
For in the hunt, he learns to respect,
The delicate balance, nature's perfect architect.
A steward of land, protector of the wild,
A hunter's heart, forever reconciled.