Words unheard
The oxygen particles in my mind
race around like water droplets on fast-forward.
They hope not to be left beneath or behind
as the future pulls them onward.
Month: January 2015
The sunrise melts my bones
The sunrise melts my bones
The sunrise melts my bones;
creates in my heart inspired tones
of the deepest love one can’t deny
for the African sun in the African sky.
This beyond-beautiful sighting
is due to more than merely glorious lighting
in the air… it’s this deep-rooted feeling of Life:
this place is so alive… the feeling is rife
among the happily-trotting antelope,
the busy badgers that stumble and grope,
looking for rivers of honey
wonderfully sweet, golden and runny.
The fish-eagles soar and scope the waters, sapphire;
and dream of endless flights of freedom for all time; entire.
It boils down to statistics
It boils down to statistics
In a distant moment,
somewhere, in a far-off location,
someone orders them to relent:
someone murders another nation.
“We will not lay down and die!”
in anguished hysteria, this they cry.
Utopia
Utopia
Utopia; you know you’re here,
when we say we don’t give in to fear.
We wear the panic around our necks
and sleep sweetly hoping the need does not arise
for us to awaken and in shock, widen our eyes,
press the button, hold our breaths waiting
for help to arrive; assistance in this situation
when we don’t give in to fear even though the panic is here.
Received and understood
Received and understood
Losing my mind is such a wonderful feeling.
Losing, gaining, sun-shining, storm-raining;
the tiny bits of my concussed mind are sent reeling
in various directions, falling over the balcony railing.
Pointless torrents
Pointless torrents
Tides rush down my face and through my soul;
some of anger, some of anguish, some of no description at all.
These emotions are all-consuming;
but times, like tides, are progressing to a notable point.
The moment lets me freeze inside an infinite thought;
an idea, a theory, an unwritable hypothesis,
concluding in the casting out of one by another;
excluding nothing but the understanding of one by another.
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Clouds are the enemy
Clouds are the enemy
I wander along a deserted, misty beach.
I search for some reason; meaning; wisdom; oxygen;
a conclusion that my stubbornly-beating heart must reach.
The dawn of each day attacks me like a violent pathogen:
devouring my rationality, logic and creativity;
not letting up at all, not giving me a moment’s chance to see
the path drawn open for me,
the path drawn so very wide open just for me.
Conscious limitation
Conscious limitation
I am sedated and boxed-in
like a racehorse in transport.
My thoughts become locked in
a monumental wrestling match, vying for support.
Conscious limitation
creates in my envirosphere
a startlingly cruel sensation
and brings a crude realisation: I know not my purpose here.
Unhinged
Unhinged
Ghastly apparitions fly at me from every direction.
My thought-processes have been interrupted since their inception;
I beg them to leave me be; I beg for intermission.
They contrive some sort of fanatical initiation,
but I refuse – although my mind is cluttered, it is still functional.
Calm
Calm
Calm, calm like the Dead Sea
I need it calmly to engulf me;
to rush calmly over my head
and calmly drown all the words I’ve ever said.
