gibberish

Poor planner, sky scanner, bright banners.

Post bills on my boredom. post pills to my manners

Swallow tablets in the dessert,  burning bushes converse, speaking  my gibberish. Teach a man to fish.

A whethered broomstick sweeps a which of her feet. Openly discrete, partially complete. A massive machine  to tow my toe from my feat’s feet.

Feverish till the system glitch hits fever pitch. Sky scanner, lies on the horizon. wretched may eat the rich. Ill manners may make many a madman in my manor

 

 

 

falling free

Trust falls

  Letting go

                      Hoping               Praying

              To be held                                         For a parachute

                  Free falling

               Holding onto Faith’s hand,                                      ;shaking  fates hand

                     ;          Letting go          ,

                         Trust falls

                                  Faith stands still…………………..fate remains un-shifted                                                                                                  …

                                                                     Rising high                  Falling free                                                                                 …                                                    .

             Letting everything go

       Trust falling into fates arms 

Destiny the destination.   Falling towards tomorrow’s landing pad.    Grasping faith.

Crash landing into brighter day

Coloured 

I was innocent, until you outlawed my existence. I was free of charges, until you put me up for sale. 

I was suddenly unwelcome, in your so called home, because I stopped hanging out in your fields. 

I had a dream so real, it woke you up, on the wrong side of the bed…

You ran so far ahead, of the truth, before I found my feet. You still had time to look behind and watch me stumble in amusement.

You limited my choices, because I refused to pick, when you asked.

You tell me my face is ugly, and give me yours as a mask. 

 I worked hard, for a while, amassing a woodpile, only to later burn it. In attempts to draw attention, to a fire you started. You use that same flame to torch holes in my history, later to fill them in with ego fuelled lies.

I was a blank canvas, until you coloured me black. You now refuse to look at your own painting. 

The gloomy heirloom built on generations of pain; decorated in every shade of genocide. 

Whether you choose to accept credit for the disaster master piece inspired by hate,fear, and fate;

or acknowledge that, you, neither held a whip nor hold the blame 

Without any change in the patterns our colours make, you will gain from these moral stains all the same. 

 

Dream big 

eye have dreams;

Dreams so big, I often get lost in them. Head in clouds, wondering around, clouds in head, no map of what’s ahead, no idea where I’m heading.

Dreams so big, I seldom sleep. Straightening out the plot twists of my life story, contemplating an appropriate heading. 

Dreams so big, I seldom speak of. If I’ve awoken your interest, forgive me, or thank me later.

Dreams so big, they might out live me, and become even greater. 

Rubber 

Rubber, 

I watched you stretch, as you took the stress, and strain off me; the shock absorber, that let itself melt, so I wouldn’t get hurt… 

I watched you stretch far past what I thought was your max, and then I watched you bounce back; the flexible insulator, that taught me how to conduct myself…

Rubber, the material that hides it’s strengths within its properties; I now see, that there are limits, even to your elasticity.I watched you turn stiff, snap, and become a different material completely.

Plastic. What you get, when rubber stops bouncing back.

Relatively free

A free man will build fences round his own land …The prisoner is left alone with his thoughts.

A free bird will become weary and will be forced to rest on treacherous land…A caged bird may remain unaware it was ever caught.

A free soldier will impetuously invade foreign lands …The tyrannized rebel knows exactly why he fought.

A free spirit will be forced to drift, in his own boat, far from the main land ….The conformist gets rewarded for doing as he was taught.

I the beholder 

Believe me. Spend time, chase that look you’re after, buy everything, bleaching creams, spray tans, hair relaxers, Etc…Spend money,hide insecurities, validate your self from a perception you can not see…. Listen to the TV, live in false reality, stay on diets of deception,starve your self, get that new dress, work out which workout works best.Nothing’s free, save up for shopping sprees. Billboards provide direction. Logos on clothes aid selection.Hide who you are behind surgical scars… Never stop until perfection. Fear rejection.

Or;

believe you. The only standard of bodily beauty I should aspire to meet, is my own reflection. Be free.