Patches and Patterns, People and Possibilities

You see the world and I see the world too

You see the world in black and white

You see it as rich and poor, friend and foe

You see a two-dimensional world

I see colours, I see limitless possibilities

I see multiple dimensions because I can

  - Imagine.Dream.Be -

Building Bridges

Friends, good friends, best friends? Maybe, maybe not.

We sailed together for quite some time. Of that, I'm sure

Through calm and pleasant seas and also stormy waters

But we chose our different routes and let the winds take us apart

I built the boats that took you away, to hide from my desires

I built mine too and sailed away from you

Opposite and equal forces sailing in perfect parallels

Maybe there's a converging point ahead, I can't tell

Maybe we will return to the start again, we may never know

Because we choose to build boats when we really don't need to sail

This time I'm not building a boat

I just hope the winds bring you back here

If you ever sail across the waters

I'll be patiently waiting at the shore

No more denial, no more boats

Just bridges and a happy home.

Ground Zero

A Nation In Self Deceit

The ‘Nation’ has collapsed

Look at all the structures of the country

From the educational sector to the Ministries

They all swim in the rot of neglect and inefficiency

Workers that don't work and students that do not study

We sit in our hypocritical high chairs and condemn our leaders of corruption while we cheat in exams and steal answers and train our kids in schools where external exam answers are written on boards for them to copy. Are we not the same teachers and Principals that solve those questions and write them on boards for the kids we claim we are training? And we pretend to be surprised when they grow up to be the type of leaders that we have today! We sow our shameless seeds of corruption today and what fruits do we expect in the future? We are all guilty as a nation, even if we may not all be guilty as individuals. We live in self deceit by calling others corrupt when they stain smears on us all. 

Cheating and ‘helping friends’ during exam. Are they not the same?

These are the little things that make you know that the cancer in our system has eaten deep into the vital organs of future generations of this nation!

We are sick, way beyond repair. A nation on a wheelchair!

The canker worms of corruption and greed are eating up the seat of the wheelchair

We have nowhere else to run to. Prices rapidly rising with no end in sight!

Families are being submerged as the flood of poverty rises above homes that were once stable.

We are a nation without a structure, a nation without a foundation! Generations are gone, lost to greed…an unhealthy appetite for unimaginable wealth. There is no turing back. The disaster is upon us. The bitter fruits of the evil seeds the older generation sowed years ago! The Nation has collapsed. 

Tick Tock

Time is a constant reminder of mortality.

It is a sign of the pressure we create to measure our achievements and progress.

Deadlines, timelines, appointments and time-based expectations of where we should be and what we should have achieved at certain points in our lives

Time defines us, alongside money, another of man’s pressurizing creations!

The essence of life is forgotten as we jump from one deadline to another. 

Tick tock, tick tock...

...and we chase the future and forget to live in the present. 

Tick tock, tick tock...

...today’s future fades into yesterday and like the wind our lives drift away. 

You lose real connections as you hold on to fleeting relationships. 

You live to work and work for a life you never get to live. 

You need to stop for a moment. Live, don’t just exist! 

Love and express all your emotions! 

Be truly alive in every moment and just be you! 

~ Geisterfahrer ~

Every day I rise to face these challenges.
They toss, they sway but they can't turn me around.
I keep pushing forward against the tide.
Society bombards me with so may things that I don't want. 
They try to benumb me to so much wrong and desensitize me to the violence and crime. Next, it's the subtle persuasion to accept strange sexual orientations.The world is trying to make us all compete against ourselves. So those who stand for sharing and charity don't fit in while greed and wanton ostentatious desires that help to fuel an exploitative economic thrust are supported openly.I'm trying to keep my colour in this torrential rain of unconscious decolouration and the 'zombilizing' flood of distracting information.It's like I'm driving the wrong way on a one way street, against the traffic of society's influences.
I see prints here and there...in my direction. Then they fade off as I forge ahead. I wonder if that will be all I will also leave behind...footprints and a bag full of secrets...the precipitates of a stubborn belief system. 
I'm weird, I'm different. This is what i stand for. It is who I am...who are you?

Incomplete

I sat in front of the blank screen for a long time

Hours of writing, editing, rewriting and deleting

Back to square one...a blank screen again

I know the message, I know the reason

I know the audience, but can't tell if they'll listen

I sat down thinking of how to send this out with a different beat

I don't want the people dancing the same way to this

Writer's block, amnesic spasms and endless journeys into 'wanderland'

A wise lady once said "...not everyone who wanders is lost"

I'm sitting here with a message in my head but i can't find a way to write it out

I'm not lost, just wandering and trying to find another way

This is still not complete...

rUbBerALL rEvoLUTioN

                                                                           

They knew of our weakness but they never anticipated our resilience

They pushed us harder but they didn't know our limits

So they pushed on thinking we would break

We were duly stretched but we didn't even crack

They oppressed us and increased our burdens

We buckled at our knees and fell to the floor

We fell but that was not the end of us

Because we pulled ourselves up

when they thought we were done

They saw us arise with bloodshot eyes

We were broken, bruised and battered

but our wounds were only on the outside

They had damaged our bodies but stirred up our spirits

We were down to rock bottom, we could only rise

Rise from these ashes, rise from the rubble

I'm a rebelLION, a part of the rebellion

That's what you call it, we call it a revolution

Our roar has got the masters running

We've been beaten out of shame and fear

We are left with boldness and courage

Fearlessly, we will rise to face our challenges

We will pull our bodies across the border

We will hunt down the oppressors and turn this slave yard...

...to a palace fit for us, Kings and Queens of the land!

Riches shared in equity and wealth to fill every home

Leaders and not lords! Followers and not slaves!