The dead and stress

Even stress is envied by the dead
Ask me what my value is

Time is of the essence
Time with a purpose

Like empty baskets waiting
To be filled in with an element

Elementry, some say
You can't carry water in a basket

Tell them, Gods honest truth be told
They really haven't been tested

At the elenth hour to innovate
Find a reason, find your focus

And when the time comes
You will indeed find a way

Fight or fly I tell you, I have seen
Eagles carrying cows for dinner

Goats winning fights against bulls
What is your motivation

You should know, no one ever
Regrets the things they did

On their death bed
No confessions hold weight

Unless you were a witch
With a weight so heavy, of flesh eaten

Only the things they were
So afraid to attempt doing

And you will hear them
Pronounce your death

Calling time on clocks
Yet your conciousness alive

Brain activity
Do we still make memories

You will have the awareness
Of being to hear all

Wishing to go back
To make an attempt

I tell you
Even stress is envied by the dead 

Life is beautifully ugly

How the bird feels
Halfway across the ocean
With no land insight

When the rain decides
To collect its debt
With interest

And you know, I tell you, trevally
These are fishes that eat birds
Flying out of the sea to attack

Feathers are left
Swiming to drown after
Spiraling down the deep blue

Yet even stranger things
Are found half way
Through on oceans voyage

From an elephant to a cow,
An iguana
And what have you.

All stranded with mystrey
As to how they got there
In the first place.

Oh when the debt collectors
Come on christmas day
In the queens land

With court order
To pick all things valuable to sell
Yes on christmas day,

Oh the poor man with his child
Hanging to his legs tight with fears
Tears his Dad will be taken as well

On christmas day.
Oh yes on christmas day
On christmas day

Oh life is beautifully ugly
Where a drop from the
Rich man's golden cup

Would save a whole family
From distitute
So poor

Yet a poor man
Knows nothing
Of the rich mans debt.

He would have stopped
Feeling so bad
Being compared to the rich man.

Identity Crisis

The greatest wealth
In life is being

Being able to maintain
Your character of being.

After all the scar test,

The trials and tribulations
And betrayal we encounter.

#life #philosophy

If you see the old smile
Wish on prayers, I will pray with u


That you can be afforded
That blessing of being

If you live to see that age
If you are graced to be

I pray you don't loose yourself
I pray I meet the same person,

I pray you don't become a stranger,
Oh lord I pray

That we are not forced
To walk past each other,

Strangers we have become
Strangers we have become 

My late Blossom

I am going through
A stage right now

A transformational
Stage right now

A long awaited
Stage right now

I feel it through thoughts
And emotional essence

I am in expectation
Of a new dawn as new

Awaiting a paradigm shift
Of self  awareness

Though it is dounting
It is also with anticipated joy

I am whole now,
No longer walking alone

On these pathes of life
On these narrow roads

I am transforming
Into grace of being

I am becoming
An increased value

Not with wealth
Of material gain

But with an inner
Peace of being

This is a late blossom
And spring is always welcome 

Why I am Pie

No one ever wants
To know truth, be told

Because we are all a sum
Average of complexity, observed

With a narrowed down summary
That forms an identity

That we define as truly us
Engineered

Plus or minus to a significant
Number, as we proceed

Oh but who is doing maths here
We are a summary of pie.

Pie r2 .  3.141592.......

Keep going and you will
Get to numerical codes

Your phone number and mine too,
Your bank account and mine too

Date of birth and death as well
And all inbetween on digits play.

To the departed

Saturday is here again,
Find your funeral attire
And wear to attend

Many that have left us
Take their final journey today
Towards and beyound

Earth opens its bosom to take back
That which she gave so free,
But on time limit, to expire.

Feel a sense of humility
As u bare witness,
Put into context ur troubles today.

Appreciate the blessing
Of being alive,
As alive you are today

To feel, to touch, to smell, to smile,
To cry, to laugh, to yawn, to yell,
To sing, to talk, to whisper, to blink

And for all that you have
Taken so much for granted
For being about, as alive today

Grab some sand
And throw it down the grave,
Dust to dust, ashes to ashes

Here we part ways,
To be only held in memories
Of the living

Do not show your face here again
No ghost in form is invited to be
In this realm, not to be

No pride made it past ur last breath
Allow the winds to take
That which the soil left behind

Be light past a feather's weight
Ascend to life beyound and stay
Only as reincarnation return

Send our greetings
To those that went before
Be at peace, rest in peace.

To the departed

A witness statement at Atomic

Do I dare spit tongue on current affiars, on witness statements at Atomic junction

Cars parked in car parks
Bubbbles burst from baloons hanged.

Winds and fire swiveling
bond entwined in a hug
running up on heated romance

Case in point, case at a point
Atomic on a blast

LPG as life persons gone.

Abbreviations on roll call
as register of respondents
missing out on duties tasked.

School drop outs are NPA, EPA GNFS, GSA and the list is long for count.

RIP responsible incomprehensible persons at task

Still not sure where duty lies and responsibilities pinned on uniforms warn

Mushroom of fire in the air and that shocked us all in to asking questions

Who done it, seriously who done it
Who done it?

Riddle, riddles on the role the Chichinga seller must have played

You know naked flames and gas don't mix, you know, up in the air clouds do form

Then it is all a matter of time on clocks.

Where were you to have been made a witness of

Bearing testimony to a witness statement in a public court

The masses do find you
all guilty of neglect

Dereliction of duty as assigned

I attest, on witness stand, I attest