A trip through my mind, designed to hopefully help illuminate areas of your mind that have remained "dark". Not restricted to any specific topic or area but the unfettered ramblings of an African soul. Hope you enjoy
Tuesday, November 5, 2013
Thursday, March 14, 2013
Closed chapter isn't a closed casket
Its life telling u to reset
The sun's light dims and dies in the evening
Only to rise in hot and brilliant splendour at the break of dawn
From dusk to dawn
From a smile to a frown
From a giggle to a yawn
From rainstorms to the driest harmattan
The only certainty is the constant flux
I grace the bad days with a wink
Fists clenched
Feet planted
Pawing at terra firma
attacking life as an eager beaver
Looking forward to closing chapters
Yielding to new life through rebirths
Life's cute way of starting a new race
So get set, reset and GO!
Its life telling u to reset
The sun's light dims and dies in the evening
Only to rise in hot and brilliant splendour at the break of dawn
From dusk to dawn
From a smile to a frown
From a giggle to a yawn
From rainstorms to the driest harmattan
The only certainty is the constant flux
I grace the bad days with a wink
Fists clenched
Feet planted
Pawing at terra firma
attacking life as an eager beaver
Looking forward to closing chapters
Yielding to new life through rebirths
Life's cute way of starting a new race
So get set, reset and GO!
*themindsquire
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Thursday, March 7, 2013
End of days......
Some days I remember...
Most days it's amnesia
Your smile tattoed in my minds eye
Your voice on a loop in my ear drum
The fun times and the welcome chores Both signposts of nostalgic history
Nipped without the tuck
Open wound, left to bleed out
When friendship sees the end of days...
And the mind tangos with itself. ..what are the answers?
Justified? ...maybe
Ruthless?...definitely
Deserved? .....never
A friend lost to a mystery
Is missed throughout history
Some days I remember...
Most days it's amnesia
Your smile tattoed in my minds eye
Your voice on a loop in my ear drum
The fun times and the welcome chores Both signposts of nostalgic history
Nipped without the tuck
Open wound, left to bleed out
When friendship sees the end of days...
And the mind tangos with itself. ..what are the answers?
Justified? ...maybe
Ruthless?...definitely
Deserved? .....never
A friend lost to a mystery
Is missed throughout history
Each to its own end; says the sage
Via the flowery words carefully penned on a 20th century page
Or the brevity of 160 characters tapped onto the dynamic screens of this new age
from the days of the afro and platform shoes
To the reign of the mohawk and skinny jeans
Within the balmy walls of a single room
Or reverberating off the high ceiling of the master bedroom
The dilemma of an emotional wreck
To explode or to exhale
Each to its own end; says the sage
Consider the wisdom in exhalation?
Or enjoy the thrill of the explosion?
Each to its own end
Via the flowery words carefully penned on a 20th century page
Or the brevity of 160 characters tapped onto the dynamic screens of this new age
from the days of the afro and platform shoes
To the reign of the mohawk and skinny jeans
Within the balmy walls of a single room
Or reverberating off the high ceiling of the master bedroom
The dilemma of an emotional wreck
To explode or to exhale
Each to its own end; says the sage
Consider the wisdom in exhalation?
Or enjoy the thrill of the explosion?
Each to its own end
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