Im not in the study of appeasing appellations
Appeased by applauds
Im brainstorming this study
Typhoons of thought
Rains of memory
Winds of peace
Thunders of ideas
Snows of regret
This is not seasonal,
Just a continuous cycle

Just keep on to the beaches ,no matter what seasons
You never know when tides might change
Theres high tides, theres low tides
Just know what type of observer you are,
Are you a surfer,
Or a swimmer
Dont mind if seas or oceans
The mission is one
And you are the only participant

Causing seizure in the scenery,
Cause i seize my opportunity for the greenery
Rejecting scrutiny,
You sow what to reap,
People acting like grim-reapers ,
Even the grim-reaper is in danger
With this evolution adventure
People seeking immortality
Through cloning and spirituality then proving it scientifically neverminding it naturally as long as we are advancing technologically

Tell tales tentalising testicles and genetiles, guts and bone-morrow
Humidity intimidating humility
If sight be unseen of signs, sound not heard hearing echoeing
Turbulance in balanced emotion tilting logic can still be felt

Can enable ability
Increase chances of productivity
Community not united in poverty
Starvation of philosophical thought critically

These eyes are for seeing nature ,
Not to stare at into your soul
So please!
These hands are for working,
Not to hold your hand
So please!
These arms are for lifting
Not to cuddle
So please!
These feet are for transportation
Not for scrolling in parks
So please!
The heart is for pumping blood
And nothing else
So please!
The mind is for thot
Not for your memories
So please!
These ears are to hear wisdom
Not your baggage
So please!
Genetiles are used for reproduction
Not for making love
So please!
These teeth are for chewing
Not to be smiling at you
So please!
These lips are for talking
Not to be kissing you
So please!
This tongue is for tasting
And nothing else
So please!
None of my senses could sense you slipping through my fingers, and sensing the danger ahead
Its common sense that what doesnt **** you makes you stronger

searching,
Trying to find the path ,
already embarking on
knowing not which way to take
All to know is to journey forward
No matter the direction
Once bitten twice shy
deceiver impartially
Seeking shade from the sun star gazing
shiver at thy future
And cringe constantly
Bursting out with a sprint to start this race
Only to find out its a marathon to walk
This is a different kind of race, one not man-made
But for the human race
Where the race continues even when one wins
settle for consolation prizes , not knowing the real prize
a character exercise if to guess
Nice to meet  fellow travellers
how to greet lately
hope will be the first to aid
aim for the heart
Try to pump oxygen to the brain
And breathe life to the soul
So as to live a full life on the road
Those who already know the way, please shed light
searching,
Trying to find the path
already embarking on
Knowing not which way to take
foolish trying to find wisdom
blindsighted trying to see the light
Attempted at knowledge through intelligence
knowing not to do with when  the destination is reached
trading tools for the path none knows
Lonely amongst people, singular in plural
In sight of no referee nor coach,
The organiser bears the responsibility
Participation should not cease

Online posts ,
Not the post office
Emails,
Not the post office
Courier services at our door step,
Drones with deliveries,
New applications called "Apps"
Even put santa clause out of business
Not the post office
Ordering online with payments online
Paper trailing the postmaster office
With no cash injection
Why stand in line when you can checkout
Video calls and skype
Not one for the hype, office of the post
People are working from home,
Still battling with retrenchment and unemployment
Surviving debt-review and business-rescue and budget-cuts
This life also needs adjustments to adaptation,
Post occurances to befit currents
Like cold war office, post world war

What is afterlife
OR is it just a void where living is not existent after death
Is it parallel to the life we are living
Is it opposite to the life we are living
I know it is beyond our control,
But what about our grasp
If the future is today's actions
Then if there is life afterlife, what kind of future would be better lived
If life is non-existant in a void in the afterlife,
Then why do we have such a strong belief
That we even create in our imagination vision of a world living,
With life different to the current life
Sometimes we are afraid
Sometimes we are yearning
All the time we are having this constant belief
All the time we agree of afterlife being spiritual
Then what is life,
Spiritual or physical or mental or emotional
That we need even to consider life after
Then why even consider afterlife if we are already living
Than to believe we are transcending with death
Why do we believe that there is another-life,
That we will live worse or better

Im having difficulty with wealth
Im having difficulty with family
Having difficulty
With women
With friends

Come to think of it,
I have had difficulties with socialising
Difficulties with expression

All these difficulties must have arisen from the difficulty of losing my father and the difficulty of dealing with that at a young age
And then the difficulties my grandmother had when raising me, instead of my mother

Currently swept by current of the continousness of these difficulties
Difficulties like stereotypes
Religious barriers

Dont quit the journey on tripping on a rock when we on a journey to move mountains

Instead of a gentleman even a methodistman, they got me behaving like a *******

This then emanates in me by the difficulty of raising my daughter through/by a single mother
And im here striving for generational wealth

Born out of sin
Even the fact we are born ,
Is a scene
Every action is a sin
Even thought
And emotion
Then how is redemption ?!

The feeling of despair, makes one feel impaired
Stuck, in the repetition of questioning rationalisation
Should I have dared to inflict more care
To what satisfaction is my ignorance
Inflated despair causes desperation, to my realisation

When sense makes no sense
When one's world is upside-down
When there is conflict between interest and intention and action
That's when despair we meet

Feeling loss of control
Forgetting, not everything is in your control
Faith broken with no hope of repair
Internal conflicting with external

I dare say being despair is feutal
As we grow we learn the wisdom that life is eternal
Life experience of experience occurs even unintentional
Emotions are there until they are there no more
The logical healing of despair is the beauty of life

A year's cycle later,
Its my day of birth

I know listening is a skill,
But is it the same with patience ?
Can patience be acquired ?
OR are you born patient?
Does it come with growth ?
OR does it come with genetics ?
I ask 'cause I cannot seem to grasp it's existence
Perhaps if I can do abit of patience training,
Then I can master it like a skill
Maybe it needs to be worked on as talent
I don't know if it has any significance OR
It is just a delay in time
Timing dating coincidence, moment dating time
I can't even figure-out if it's a need OR want
I can't even tell the difference between waiting and (being) patient

Can't wait to shun these thoughts when it's my turn

I may not be wise,
But nothing phases me nomore
You may love me today, and hate me tommorow
That dont phase me
You may be loyal today and betray me tommorow
Nothing phases me anymore
You may be a friend today , an enemy tommorow
I am not phased by that
Blood may be thicker today and water-under-the-bridge tomorrow
That still doesnt phase me
Even loss does not phase nomore

The South African,
And even at large the continental economy,
Is rough on bankers and economists alike,
It has become a hub for capitalist business,
Corrupt politicians sharing the spoils,
Coffers not safe
Left-overs given to criminals
And the crumbs for the citizens
Each party in cylo even in cylos
Even race has lost the race to poverty
The runner-up being unemployment
Local investment is not even in the race
People have lost their ability to govern their patience
Essentially the economy is ungovernable by policies
It has become artificially influenced by patterns and trends,
By globalisation
With the only investment being foreign
Whilst local resources and labour
Are being exploited
Even the world bank is alarmed by the 80/20 wealth proportionality ratio
Its all about economies of scale ,
Margins and bottomlines
Sometimes even tax is not profiting
Debt has captured even the debt-collectors,
And tax-practioners alike
Making it difficult even to debit creditors
Black-economic-empowerment struggling to break-even,
Making it a loss trajectory
Entertainment industry booming whilst tourism is strough
No recovery from fraud
Crime at its peak
The economy is reflecting its health status that there is no adequate intensive care,
And no unity,
Even in classes by educational wealth
Imports does not produce exports
Not to mention the ports-system
Cant even afford to pay attention to service delivery
Subsidy housing erected everyday,
And yet there is no adequate infrastructure
It is a tendering system
Informal industry petitioning to be formalised
Whilst formal sector is behaving informally
The supreme housing of policy we knew as the parliament has become
A magic circus
The show sold to the highest bidder
Whilst the reserve bank has a weak bladder
So many loopholes in the system,  
In constitution the economy has no scapegoat,
The agricultural industry is not alive,
Development is banked
When we do a post-honourous dissection,
We see natural disasters instead of manmade causes

If i fix it
If i apologise
If i repent
If its not right its not right

A planted seedling such is life
Under the heft of the soil
Darkness from the sun
Feeling earth the burden
Yearning for photosynthesis
To breakthrough
The beginning of new life
Striving Underground
Does not mean theres no growth
All this work is not seen by thyself even
By the time it shows , its rooted
Roots bare the stem
Harvest born from experience

So young yet so old as i
I may be a wild plant  but I pollinated you
You have my intellect
I have your wisdom
Such an old spirit
How can i foresake the gods,
Knowing they have channeled you through me
Destiny is pre-destined
Thus called gift of the present
You may love me,
I must love you
You and i have a bond stronger than telepathy
If i complete this cycle of life then such is life
Fact is you are the future,
Noone wants an imbalanced one
I didnt nurture you so nurture yourself like i had to do just like you

I see Ukraine
I see Gaza
Let me show you Sudan
Maybe you will see the whole world
The bigger empathy picture
With these words im not fighting for attention, least not sympathy
I feel like if we zoom-in on each piece of the puzzle,
We may never finish the photo-album

Which is which,
And if you dont know,
Which is which,
Dont go on a which hunt
(Witches witch,
And if you dont know,
Witches witch,
Dont go on a witch hunt)