Things come and go.
Like people I suppose.
We play games to pass the time.
Roll dice on gambles.
Take chances with our lives.
Only there is no collecting when coming full circle.
That's called a mistake.
So we jump to other boards.
Hoping we aren't sorry.
Realizing there is no perfection.
Trying to balance every risk.
Like we ever had a clue.
Some try so hard.
While others scoff at effort.
What is the right combo that will lead to the end game.
It's like an ever changing rubix cube.
So many patterns to memorize.
But doing the same thing.
Over.
And over.
Is that living.
Or insanity.
Whatever it's called.
One thing is certain.
We shall never get bored.
Playing with our demons.

This foggy mind,
where the mist won't cease
Opaque clouds drift
to my thoughts - the breeze
intentions unclear,
abandoned with slight fear
passions muted -
purpose is queer.
White page lies blank
Black ink is drained
the brain's an asylum
neither insane nor sane
Is this the Kingdom of Boredom?
for all empty souls & crumpled blanks
Please reach thy vibrant hands into the dump
with the glimmers of galaxies in your eyes
& drag me out of this living slump.

A bright morning it is
Waking up with a smile placed on his face
Taking each stride with easy
Yes reluctantly marching to his work
A green cap neatly placed on his small hexagonal head
His delicate small hands in his pockets
His cologne making all his female colleagues turn their heads
Longing to have him in their lives
Too bad he is taken
Madly in love with a girl near our hood
A soft spoken person he is
A charmer if not a seducer
"Macho", they call him
Thinking that he is well behaved
Ask us the street youths
And we will reveal his naughtiness
When he hangs with us in the hood
Our pal and guru in the word of mischief
Our chief advisor in the rounds
As we plan crazy stuffs
Teaching us how to smoke ****
Last night we brewed umkhombot together
Smoking shisha and being merry
Yes a gentlemen he is during the day
And a gangster during the night
We never care really
What we know is that
In him we have a best friend ever

I'm feeling lazy
Confused and feeling fuzzy
My mind is all groggy
And my surroundings are so hazy
I feel agitated
I jus wanna make a doodle
If I can't be a tinker
I wanna dabble and splash water around
Maybe I should lallylag
Before I dilly-dag

I poured some coffee on the ground

It's now on my feet

I don't want to write this,
but I am
I don't know what to write,
but I am

I sat outside today
and I got bored,
so - I poured some coffee on the ground

I don't know what to make of life
but I am