Damian Jarrod Slabbert

Damian Jarrod Slabbert Apr 2018

We all believe in something bigger
Some believe in a God
Others in a destiny of some kind
But we all have that one thing.
The thing that brings us hope, joy and a sense of purpose.

Why would a God cause such suffering for his followers?
Why would a good man be subjected to a painful destiny,
And don't say that was his destiny.
Why do good people perish but bad people pros pure?
Do you have an opinion?

I'm sure you do, we all do
Over se7en billions opinions floating around
If I got the ambition to **** a man,
Is that my destiny or a choice I made in the heat of a moment
Life is the biggest, most complex dice

Life is a series of unexpected and random events
OR
Life is one grand plan.
The huge gap between the two is tiny,
even nonexistent

I find it funny and ironic
that the gap between a God or no God
Or many Gods is so small
The chance of there being a God or there not being a God
Is a dice throw of which facts you listen to.

Life and our perception of it is based on which facts we listen to and which we
choose to ignore.

Damian Jarrod Slabbert Apr 2018

Do We Have Purpose

As I sit here, watching all these people
They all walk with such purpose
As if the end of the world is apon them
Or even if Death itself is chasing them.

I wonder if maybe they are dead inside
Walking around, not because they have purpose
But walking fast gives them purpose
Or a reason to excist.

And what purpose is that?
To crunge numbers all day
Maybe to reply to emails
Or even simply to gather financial wealth.

Isnt there a greater purpose
Not to work so hard only to enjoy the tims you arent working
Nor coffee meetings with people you wont remember in two years
To walk with purpose, becuase to have purpose, not to earn purpose.

I wrote this while just sitting down and watching people movie about.

Damian Jarrod Slabbert Mar 2018

1898

"No one would have believed in the early years of the 21st century
that our world was being watched
by intelligences far greater than our own;
that as men busied themselves about their various concerns,
'they' observed and studied,
the way a man with a microscope might scrutinize the creatures that swarm and multiply in a drop of water.
With infinite complacency, men went to and fro about the globe, confident of our empire over this world.
Yet across the gulf of space, intellects vast and cool and unsympathetic regarded our planet with envious eyes and slowly, and surely, drew their plans against us."

#morganfreeman #waroftheworlds #hgwells

Damian Jarrod Slabbert Mar 2018

Passion Killed by the Comfort of Time

"I'll do it tomorrow"

A common thing we say to avoid doing
What we need to now.

This applies to what we love as well.
Having plenty of time to do what we want
Can be a bad thing.

Time can defeat our passion and make us
Comfortable in a life and procrastination
And relaxation.
A trap one does not escape easily.

Passion comes from a moment's thought.
An idea that if thought over can be ruined or
Stored away.
Comfortable situations never led to good ideas.

#nocomfortzone

Damian Jarrod Slabbert Feb 2018

Please Wake Up

I have raised you since a baby
Loved you more than anything else
Helped you in times of stress
Dedicated myself to you

But it wasn't enough
Im here without you now
Without your personality to lighting up my life

You are the best friend I've ever had
I can't accept that you gone
Passed on to another life
A place where you will be happier

I miss you my child
Please come back, come back home
Being here without you is soul shattering
And I can't do it anymore

Damian Jarrod Slabbert Jan 2018

Where Dreams Go

I used to rule the world,
Had dreams and hopes too.
Things worked out the way they should,
They did so as I said.

Now I sleep on the streets I owned.
Dreams behind me,
Like a fictional memory.
Killed by the comfort of time.

My future built on rocks,
Now turned to sand.
Pride came before the fall.
However the fall continues into eternary.

Damian Jarrod Slabbert Jan 2018

The Beginning of the End of the End of the Beginning

On a bench, looking at the stars
A cigarette through my lungs.
The engines roar on and on,
The screams of soon to be phantoms fill the air.

What should be, will be
And it is time now.
My back touches the cold water, as I float off the bench.

Cold water filling my lungs, cleaning them.
I shake violently in peace and awe,
The stars grow brighter and brighter.
The screaming gently gets softer.

My eyes close, the shaking stops.
I feel alive and with absolution, hope and faith.
I become part of history.