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the stone had been left alone
to trek in search of a pool
that when a child offered the stone a floatie
the stone turned down the offer  
to drown
in the “stone’s special pool”
maybe the insecurity/pride/resentment
adding a extra ton or two
When I started hitting the gym, I had no trainer, friends and what not. Today I laughed how flustered I was when this other gentleman came up to me to give me advice.
We all have an
Artistic flare
Some with words
While others paint
With colors
Songs written
Voices heard
Others make
You laugh
Or even cry
Some can touch
You
With words
Or a sympathetic
Hand
Everyone is an
Artist
With a different canvas
To paint on
Everyone has their
Own Style



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I am not an expect when it comes to love, thats why i'm just gonna speak about you and me.
There is no we without double-you and me on the opposite spectrum.
They say three times a charm, hence, mind , soul and body.
You and I seem to be paralled by a dilemma between us.
Honestly I want to be honest,
With you however honesty will hurt but at times hurt does bring healing.

I don't say I love you, not that I don't however I would be lying because I don't know what love is anymore.
I don't say I love you, just to bring you pain but I know the pain when you realise it has been used in vein.
I don't say I love you, not that I hate you but love has hurt you and me.
I don't say I love you, not that I am a player but I want our own little play of love to bring meaning to the words.
I don't say I love you, not that I have pride however for pride to be silenced by the noise of our trust.
I don't say I love you, not that I want you to be unhappy but for us to be happy inlove.

The honesty of it is that love hurts more than a thorn in your heel,
Hurts more than a broken rib,
Hurts more than any scar.
See, love hurts so bad that we build fortknox walls to protect ourselves,
But the people brought by life into our lives knock our walls down and leave us with insecurities.

That is the reality.
In reality we miss each other that we give each other headaches,
And the headaches at times, make us not even stand the thought of one another,
Yet the very thought of each other brings joyful happiness to one another.
See, reality is tricky because reality is life.
At times in reality you cannot stand being together , And,
At times at the same time cannot stand being apart.

That's where understanding is needed.
In reality we have all been hurt and have scars as evidence to prove it.
But the trick is, in reality
You cannot exhibit those scars to prove insecurity, dishonesty, lack of understanding, pain, hurt, love.
The reality of it is that you can only prove life with them.

And life itself is full of life,
That's the reality of it and not wishful thinking.
However being wishful and thinking are part of life,
Meaning you are living in reality,
So you and I being alive also in thought,
Also in emotion cannot help being wishful of love as we are human afterall.
Wishes that pain is eliminated by love always,
That all disappointment is eliminated by love,
Love eliminates all.
Wishing that all can witness us happy inlove.
Wishing that there can only be smiles not frowns.
Wishing only for laughters not cries.
Wishing for pleasures not troubles.
Wishing for real love and hoping for honesty.
To be honest,
For us to wish-away the reality and not accept life as living,
are killing love itself.
I been taking a jab in my mental,
About the jab that is being jabbed.
Being jabbed of the so-called cure, of the so-called pandemic.
Prevention is better than cure.
I guess,
The mental juggles,
How do we cure the cure ?
I ask,
Because we are not being jabbed with information about the cure,
Only the physical.
I guess,
The medical shuns the constitutional.
What is health to the laws of nature ?
What is our DNA nature to the future ?
We say we are thinking about the future.
I ask,
Are we really thinking about the future ?
I say,
Let us ask nature.
The very nature of our existance.
We cannot ask the future generation,
We can only think for them.
I still strive until i can strive no more
I will love until i can love no more
I will succeed until i can succeed no more
I will laugh until i can laugh no more
I will speak until i can speak no more
I will give until i can give no more
And will not give-up no more
I have suffered that i can suffer no more
I have learnt and still want to learn more
I have not won my own bread,
How can i be a breadwinner ?
When i do not even have bread to butter.
Battering myself as to how to own my own bakery, when i don't even have butter.
Seeing myself as a baker owning my own bakery is like a hot-knife through butter in my mental visual.
How do i turn visual into mental?
I decided to turn dreams into reality,
And make my own dow.
And i did not win my own bread.
It is not easy as it looks. Not even as they say.
I tried to be as smooth as grinned wheat,flour.
I tried to be as sweet as honey,
Because i did not want diabetese.
I tried to add taste like salt, to balance the flavour.
I tried to humble myself and not self-raise like yeast.
I even tried not to be hot or cold,
And be lukewarm.
With all these ingredients in the mix, i thought i was going to make dow easy.
And make a winner-bread.
I even thought i contained myself best.
It was messy,
My dow did not even make it to par but atleast to the pan ( of the pen ).
I was confused ,
I did not know what to make of this.
With this dow, i could not bake bread.
I could not bake muffins. I could not bake cake.
I was so steamed up,
Like dow in hot water for steam-bread.
All i could see was wasteful expenditure,
And a waste of resources. Not to speak of energy.
Until i shifted my thinking into acting,
I moved from domestic baker to business baker.
And i made 'Amagwinya' (vetkoeks), now i have bread for snack.
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