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Sunday, 30 August 2015

A Colourless Summer


Wild flowers are free and blessed
The heaven's bless 
And keep them protected 

They bring with them so much joy 

With simplicity and love 
Angels among-st us with hearts so pure

White seems a dirty colour 

Placed so close next to them 
White is just as dirty 

They radiate and excite 

Sprinkling new colours into the day 
With their warm hearts  

My beautiful wild flower 

Like daffodils, yellow and white 
The perfect day in summer 

Shadows that cloud the beauty in day 

The loudest voice is with mime, tong tied 
Felt by emotional rain 

The heart is without its usual rhythm

Drums that excite like an African 
Drum beat under the sunset 

Now gone quite 

With the forest silent 
Without a whisper, a bird's whisper 

My little wild flower 

My angelic little wild flower 
My joy to the world 

I pray you find your colour 

Again to brighten 
This colourless summer 

Picture by 
http://firstdaffodils.blogspot.com/

  

Friday, 21 August 2015

Out and About, Staying True


Live with your flaws, 
Don't pretend they don't exist, 
Be true to yourself and all around you. 

No fronting, fronting 
#art #culture #philosophy,  
I left my shoes out, brushed my feet 

In front of the church house
Before entering for confessions 
For I have sinned 

Dirt under my feet got me here, 
The dust hangs on my trousers 
Like a worker's name tag, 

It comes with the territory
Walk in the rain a' you will get wet
It comes with the territory

I have been walking. 
This long a life on foot
A mile, on miles I took

Sorry I come without wings 
To stay a feet away, 
Hovering above the ground 

See, Aladdin said no, 
When I asked to borrow his flying mat 
So I walked through the desert 

That far, to get here 
A walk on foot 
That far, to get here

Go figure, 
I am no saint nor chief 
On a sinner's parade, 

Blurred lines 
I am just living with my flaws 
Dots on my skin, old like birth marks 

And mirrors do not 
Get to call me out,  
Putting me on a conscience blast 

Remember 
Your strength becomes 
Your weakness, eating away 

When you become overwhelmed 
By your own success or failure 
It changes you, it really does 

Out and about, a life time on foot
Staying true to yourself
Living w' your flaws, a life time on foot
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