The course of the day
The day begins;
the city enshrouded in a mist almost quilted,
the people awake like flowers once wilted,
and like the towers, stretch and rise above their hazy surroundings.
The day continues.
The eye of God peeks over the horizon, and sadly sees
the meek people’s hopes and dreams just floating upon the breeze…
The Light bursts through the smog of meaningless tales and news.
Nameless wonder (Untitled)
Explanations, determinations and reiterations
haze up the blue canvas of sky in my mind;
again, again, again, words play like on radio stations,
not knowing of the sunshine which hides behind.
Time, rhyme, lemon and lime –
all things different in the end add up to one whole,
showing us a confused burst of meaning
which none of us will ever grasp.
Colours shoot along
in constant motion.
The prisms divide
as alternates collide
and create a manic kaleidoscope.
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 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.
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;
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
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; 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
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.