The tale was told of a place enveloped by insanity
of those who ventured the depths to find ivory
but discovered the zenith of seclusion
and enslaved by the epitome of delusion

It was a tale of the pilgrims from Europe
but pilgrims they were not
for only the materialistic they sought
they were poor of heart

The tale spoke of great wealth
but the strange tropical illness
had only impaired men's health
proving the expedition to be fruitless

The tale spoke of those who tamed the wild*
but those who returned
saw no face of glory
the darkness is most definitely not friendly

You will never know
the sunny day
or the starry night

You will never know
the dancing green grass
or the dark red roses

You will never know
the colourful dreams
or insightful thoughts

You will never know
the ambition of those who tried
or the satisfaction of those succeeded

You will never know
the affection of two lovers
or the nurture of a caretaker

Why?
'Cause you never existed
and neither did I

So on that mundane Monday
the blind Belgian led me to this door
I wanted to play
surely this would not lead to war?

"The choice is yours
go or wait?
choose your course
the other side holds fate"

and so I touched the door
....

"wait!
there is more!
more than one door"

"this door!
that door!
there a door!
here a door!"

and so the wooden one it was
...

"wait!
there is more!
more than one floor!"

"this floor!
that floor!
there a floor!
here a floor!"

and so I picked the third floor
...

"wait!
..."

Now listen!
I just want to play
Your introduction is taking
all day!

"who said the door is the way?
you have already started to play"

The horizon is picture perfect
embodying the beauty of savannah
with her scattered trees, small shadows
and long pointy yellow-brown grass

The sun colours the scene
with its bright warm light
while I walk slowly
feeling tingling grass tips

there is no end
to reach in this painting as...
my steps become more frequent
my breath heavier
my heart excited

faster I go
until walk...I can no more
now
stampeding
with all my might
and my heart

and then...
the ultimate defiance of gravity
I spread my wings
wide open
casting shadows
bigger than trees

looking down
I see a smaller world
baptised by light,
beauty,
and grazing beasts

even the hunters
lie lazy
disguised by
grass and shadow...

but
my wings start to shrink
gravity takes control
and
I must walk again

then
the light dims out
as the hunters wake
the beasts grow tired

the night
- takes takes the reign

It glided through the air
just cloaking the sun's glare
to the heavens it aimed
but by gravity it was tamed

down it dashed
swooping down to crash
on the unsuspecting its fate
for man's reaction was too late

the soft flesh it would pierce
to show stains of dark red
the screams were fierce
a man would be dead

and so many more followed
so that the enemy ranks would be hollowed
but what the arrow did
was only what the laws of nature would permit

and soon its job was done
for lead would take its place
propelled from the gun

Many days I have pondered
                             about our friendship
                             what I always wondered
                             will I lose grip?

To face the reality
takes a brave brain
even so
when there is little gain

                                         what if I become encumbered
                                         by relativism?
                                         or become blinded
                                         by logical positivism

All I've ever sought
was your authenticity
but the world has hidden
your certainty

                                                      ­                                    At the end of the day
                                                             ­                             I hope and pray
                                                            ­                              that you I will trust
                                                           ­                               not the devil's rust

Never would I have thought
What this piece of paper had brought
Inked in its first days
It uplifted us into a golden age

but as its letters faded and disappeared
the king and his madmen reappeared
with his forged steel and crude command
The paper was soon banned

now the ink has evaporated
and the paper has lost its grace
our future is ill-fated
tomorrow comes the stone age