Black And White
We are given all the pieces
to play and indulge in life’s great feast
outrageous fortunes be dammed!
Given full reign to Ego’s unfettered beast
and the moves we make shall
establish our legacy
Why are we here?
We can either dazzle with brilliance
or baffle with bulls*it
Shameless are unleashings of doubt
only makes a lesser us grow
inhibits our muses
disables our abilities to sprout
I’m no longer vulnerable
to slings and arrows
validity with magnanimity instead of
sentiments design to disparage
are a marriage of lucidity
Opt for words that heal, and clarity!
Phrases that reveal
a simple way of life,
carpe diem, austerity
too much comfort makes a lazy lone
what a poet shall write
shall be etched in stone
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When big brother becomes too big
So large it has to put on a larger wig
When the inner cloister is as big as the outer
And detecting dissension becomes too easy to stir
That is when its helm begins to self-sabotage
The appeal of change is no longer a mirage
Its sheer weight disables its ability to pivot
Like Rome’s fall, emerges ignitable toxic glut
The regime self-implodes with the slightest match
love
disables
hate and
moves
the world...
entirely
present here now in the life flow continuum
ego shorn, here now reborn, we wish
not quite due to memory imagery
silence enables, ego disables
we oscillate in between
without struggling
being immune
ego dies, we rise
light of Self revealed
deeper yet, the noumena
presence at peace in the void
inexplicably descends in turbidity
to feel colourations of stark contrast
yet finding a blissful rhythm in the storm
bliss always remains undiminished
but we mostly notice it not
heart insatiable, is always famished
trapped in a narrow thought slot
desire disables
silence enables
where are we?
12-March-2023
Coloured Dogs
Grey is the dog that haunts and whines;
Whose boredom curls, whose mist entwines;
Whose ennui dulls a lively mind,
Whom inspiration deadens.
Blue is the dog that grips the heart -
Turns melancholia into art,
Who tears the light of hope apart,
And drowns all joy and laughter.
Yellow’s the dog who runs and hides,
Who shrinks from life’s high winds and tides.
Whom confidence and hope deride,
Whom cowardice disables.
Red is the dog whose fury roars,
Rejecting peace, extolling war.
Destroying all and seeking more,
With anger all-consuming.
Of all the dogs, Black is the Beast,
Grey, Blue, Red, Yellow, all released;
Descending on the mind to feast,
And turn the soul to ashes.
This pack of coloured dogs is mine.
I hear their bays, know every whine.
And to their states I must resign.
It is my lot, my fortune.
Despondency is a killer.
I'll take regular old depression any day.
Too much happiness is a killer,
it disables your ability to see clearly
it renders you totally unprepared for the worst
when it comes - and it will come.
The worst is never that bad
providing you survive it,
and if you don't,
then despondency, depression,
happiness and all that other stuff
won't matter a hill of beans.
Chill in the conflagration,
or in front of the firing squad;
at the end of your rope
there's always that last dance.
Help the weak if you are strong
Save the world
If you are brave
Stretch your hands
To the needy
If you care
A lot of souls need healing
Cos the world is in trouble again
If you are strong
Don't look away on
The weak under your feet
You might be weak one day
So touch the wounded souls
Help the struggling life
If you are able
See the disables
They are numerous
They are out there
They are bleeding
They need care
So if you are strong
Stretch the hands of
Care to a dying world
My heart stops pumping
As though it suffered a puncture
I feel the earth quaking
Resulting from neighing sounds,
Sobbing voices completing
The backup
Tracing the tracks of the choir,
An upsetting scene disables my sight
Suddenly I'm drowning
in soapy-sour waters of the poor
Pouring from their eyes
Turning my smile's up side down
Then I looked upon their wet faces,
It was a challenging thing
To perceive the cracked,
Dry lips signalizing hunger,
Their unwrapped bodies
Longing for clothing, with nowhere to go
I felt myself not solution enough,
But as I thought of other pieces,
I saw the puzzle completed
Together we bounced,
And simultaneously we laughed
It was time to weep no more
It was time to enjoy evermore
I saw no more families,
But I perceived one big family
For as though a compound,
We were chemically combined
Forming one solid rock
Estopping emotions of the underprivileged
She has overwhelmed me with her love
My love is not for legs
Not only her skin texture
The properly shaped head neither
Her thoughts can entrance
Those of a woman without disability
They say I am accursed
That loving her is abominable
Yet they admire the outward look only
And ignore her for her outward look
Like disables are barren and disrespect her inward beauty
They thought she would not conceive
And now they wonder
They ask me, “How did you make it?”
For our son is healthy and sound
Now they know, disability is not inability
my heart yearns for peace.
a need to forgive.
a desire to grow,
a longing for love.
an ache like no other.
a burning which never ends.
a child who screams from within.
a fear of letting go;
of releasing all that disables me.
a dream of a different life.
a calming which never comes.
a healing which never appears.
a world that is so far away
a world i have always dreamed of.
a world i fear i will never know.
i must move forward
find a way
make it happen.
no more excuses....
In all head tables,
Sit disables,
Waiters,
Differently able!!!
A fool, now swathed in emotional blue
Too jaded to see the incapable truth
The moments we shared, should I be content?
Or grieve for the time that will never be spent
in your arms, in your heart, in your thoughts as you rise
I'll never be all that you need, in your eyes
I'm losing my heart, I'm losing my patience
As loving so much has lost it's elation
It harms and disables, slashes and scars
Mocks every wish that was made upon stars
It squeezes all hope
Like something tied down with a rope
Giving one a name such as a dope
Alas! Who with this can cope
It makes a life journey very bad
Leaving one with a mind that feels so bad
Here a child isn't bold enough to call his dad
While any man would love to see his lad
Like an honour it bestows on man shame
Which stands in the way of one's fame
It disables the power of the mind as though a lame
Being hindered to play his life's game
Our progress it loves to bog
By defeating one's confidence through its cog
It's as wicked as a ferocious dog
Oh that it would fall off like a log
A prattling tongue,
Is like a heat seeking missile,
Or ordnance of mass destruction,
It indiscriminately destroys,
And disables, with harsh words,
Those targets, who to it,
Are of no consequence;
Proverbs 17:4
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