Constant motion
Colours shoot along
in constant motion.
The prisms divide
as alternates collide
and create a manic kaleidoscope.
Life philosophy
The world
The world
This is the world: it is upside-down;
a smile is a frown,
a verb is a noun,
a hamlet is a town.
This is the world: it is inside-out;
a whisper is a shout,
a grin is a pout,
a good man is a lout.
This is the world: it gobbles you up;
you deserve a goblet, you get a tin cup;
you deserve a palace, you get locked up;
you deserve a fair trial, a conspiracy is cooked up. Continue reading
Turmoil
Turmoil
Turmoil rules my mind.
A cloudless orbit through this life I can not find.
Choice and circumstance
form an avalanche:
waves of confusion engulf my serenity.
The end of the stream is concealed somewhere that I can’t see.
I wonder whether I shall care to search for my objective
while the only thoughts slithering through my mind are interjective?
I haven’t yet received orders from above me in the chain of command;
I surmise it is something I am supposed to demand.
But I crave to be free from this bureaucratic conglomeration
that everyone calls a new and independent nation.
Words unheard
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.
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.
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.
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.
Light
Light
A haze builds up in front of my eyes,
clouding all the bits of universal data I ache to analyze.
Experiencing a restlessness of an intensity unusual;
growing, changing, almost exponential.