The ***** trees dance to the beat
of the Sunday
breeze.
Two steps to the right
two steps to the left
breathe.

Slow rain droplets hang for
dear life on the ripe heads - a heavenly wet kiss that will send us
high above these grey clouds when
the time to puff and pass comes.

“Someone said that revolutions are begun by idealists and ended by the scoundrels who destroy the idealists.”

This time around I need to try
and turn all my abstractions into
habitable constructions for the ructions that are I know are about
to befall me, my village and my
country men. I hope my rations are enough for this long treacherous
walk through the nearing blizzard.

With due respect
there's this one aspect
no need to be a Jesuit
to be light suited
just be a conduit
let faith flow through
for not all labels are true.

He does'nt want anybody new to come Mahana
So he burns it down
He is a *****
His a capitalist
Pig.

They broke my camera
Scarred my ego
Nose bleeding
Confidence
gone walking
Found these words
At the corner of pain and regret.
Now ******* rage
Fucken philistine
Uncle to Mediocre
Cousin to ignorance
Son to heedless
Imbecile stay on your lane
Learn maybe you might.
Re read
And bow to superior logic

May you live in interesting times.

Untidy times.

As the centre is ripped at the seams.

When you say yes to a pursuer
Don't pour into his wanting well
all of your precious water, a 1/4
or so liter of love springs is the
safe dosage to forego. This so
that when he/she is tired of
your love - you are not left
high and dry - crying your
eyes out wasting
the last precious
water you have.

Make time to create colour and vibrancy around your life. You
and the space earth has loaned you
sing along nature's great song and be
a grateful and worthy chorus. If we ever needed convincing that there
is indeed a higher power just look
at how seasons change without fail
for time immemorial. Green your
world and smile and sing with the birds.