New Gems

There is so much pressure nowadays. Either to fit in or stand out. With this generation is even worse because technology advanced enough to follow your every move. In near future, when we have discovered a new renewable source of energy, the sun will be blacked out as everyone will have a satellite dedicated to them. Technology. The downfall of Man.
It seems everything worth creating/discovering has already been created or discovered either in the 19th or 20th century. Nowadays, all we do is just enhance the previous models to cope with today's workload and pace. Once in blue moon, a peculiar experience would lead to discovery of a new gem. Like when the apple fell on Newton's virgin head, it led to him discovering gravity.
Now, in Southern Africa, there is a phrase I'm really fond of and I would like to share how I imagine it came about. It probably was one summer afternoon, a  certain gentleman, with a questionable diet plan, was listening to his stomach churning. He (probably) went to the lavatory to drop his brown boys at the pool and had an awful experience since found blood on them. This was an episode he felt awful about but could not as society was not so accommodating of weak men back then. Then one day somebody just rubbed him the wrong way, ground his gears when he was not particularly in the best of moods. He was seething with hate and anger he had a flashback of the time he felt this awful and remembered his unfortunate bowel movement. He looked at his antagonist, wanting to hurt him as much as he hurt him and thus uttered (for the first in history); YOU BLOODY SHIIIIT!!! 

Spring Me To Life

It the night, my speech is singular
Only specks of light are my allies
Light years away
I wish I could fly away
Concord paper planes center no fly zones
Spirit, heavy on the bones
Contorts structures to irregular forms
Laterally inverted, I cant recognise myself.

Picturesque spring
I saw butterflies
Swayed one not to flutter into the panaroma
I knew it would impair her
Moths eat her wings in the closet

"Daddy, why doesnt she fly no more?" 

 

Blank Wall Papers

The look in your face

When you emote on paper

In black and blue, type and then "space"

Pull a Copperfield to different places

I kept pieces of you

Organized

Under my bed in my dad's old brief case

Silent (k)nights have enveloped your being

The UV suit is broken

The light eats your skin

I wonder if you'll ever come into the open 

And colour to these "blank wall papers"  

I want to write again

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Words are slowly being replaced by pictures

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Life

Life is a riot

Molotov cocktails and burning tyres

Black smoke in the sky

That cloud up there sort of looks kinda familiar

It’s the same cloud I used to watch for hours laying

on the rooftop because in the city there are no fields

Only predetermined existence

Your peripheral visions is blinded

A file of ants from an elevated vantage point

Beingness in a loop

 Equilibrium see-saws with insanity and creativity

I shift towards art and moral decay

Laying outside, watching intelligence play

A visual nomad feeding

Light, my only dietary supplement

She Is Written

The beam emanating from the tip of a pen
Shines light between the crevices to the corridors of her soul; paper
The paper
The very fabric of her being
A dormant canvas before a raconteur's eruption
Dips empties the indelible ink fountain
My imagination poured into life

The girl I always wanted is written in calligraphy
She resembles a picture book i had as a child
The one i deliberately used the white crayon to colour
With doodles on the upper right hand corners
And my signature everywhere

PJs and corrective lenses on
Darkness cowers from the lamp on the night stand
Deconstruct her sentences and she tells subliminal nothings
Nothings tangible, which lay your on a leather couch and listen
Evoke memories of embarrassing warmth down your trousers,
Having sandwich ice creams on Sunday afternoons
And everything between your selective memory

Read to judge
My girl is bare and not covered

what grinds my balls.

4. False advertising. Don't get me wrong. I like advertising. The creativity. The lifestyle it sells. The different vantage point of looking at a product. It's awesome. The only rock in my shoe is when the product doesn't deliver. What's worse, is when it doesn't even do what it says it does. At the moment, I'm properly pissed at Brookes' Oros orange squash. As you know or may not know, it's summer down here in the south of the equator and it's blazing in Botswana. Charcoal is the in skin tone. Refreshment is critical in this weather.
There is nothing quite as refreshing as a nice cold Fresca on a hot summer day especially wearing flip-flops. That's because 'NOTHING ON EARTH TASTES LIKE FRESCA.' I wonder what ever happened to Fresca? Probably high levels of heavy metals found in it. Anyway, after Fresca comes Brookes' Oros orange squash, commonly known as Oros or Oh, Oh, Oh, Oh Oros. This is one beverage and a half and then some. For decades (actually only 2) i have enjoyed the way it teases my mouth, flashes it's underwear at me and finally give it's merry fruit. Sweet Black Jesus! I love how the last drop circumnavigates around the ice cubes and hits the taste bud g-spot and I exhale heavily as I usually drink it all in one go. Yeah, it's a beautiful thing.

Now, If you read closely on the sticker plastered on the 2L bottle, there is a portion which says "Makes 8 litres." This got me excited and confused like that one time in Standard 3 my privates got rigor mortis. I bought the 2L Oros and carefully placed three empty 2L bottles around it. Day 1 passed. Nothing. Day 2 passed. Nothing. Day 3 passed. Still, nothing. I don't know what it was supposed to make 8L of but i know i was ripped off. Stupid Oros just sat there in the pantry, staring at the empty bottles.

*Somebody, i'm assuming he is an expert at padded cells, said when i dilute 1 part Oros with 3 parts of water i should get 8L. This Cro magnon obviously can't read. It says "Makes 8 litres" NOT "Make 8 litres."