Wow, I can't believe January is over.
Already, for me, the year appears to be in acceleration mode.
Somehow I am feeling supremely rushed and a bit lethargic.
Don't know why it is like that so early in the year...
Could be something to do with the death in the family and the suspense that comes with it.
I sense a degree of inner drag as I stride to catch up with the spirit of 2010.
Don't want to miss anything. This year has a lot of great promise but also lots of challenges.
I pray that I rediscover the momentum and eventually slide into my personal rhythm.
I guess I need to encourage my weary soul somehow.
It is only when the going gets tough, that the soul gets an audience.
Have a blessed day!
A burning desire to capture and bottle the passing breeze; to articulate the unspoken; to describe the seasons of the coming waves; to dress the scents of the hidden encounters; to perpetuate the dying drama; and to warn of the approaching fury of the unknown. On this adventure, you are invited to share with me, my cup of tea.
Sunday, January 31, 2010
Death
Cold
Cruel
Merciless
The dissolution of life
The end of the journey
The nasty fellow has visited my family
My step-father, SK, is the victim
He was a good man
Patient, caring and loving, he lived his life for his family
He shall be sorely missed
Rest in peace SK!
Cruel
Merciless
The dissolution of life
The end of the journey
The nasty fellow has visited my family
My step-father, SK, is the victim
He was a good man
Patient, caring and loving, he lived his life for his family
He shall be sorely missed
Rest in peace SK!
Monday, January 25, 2010
The Street Child
An unwanted
Deserted
Being
Raised
On the streets
By no one
For no one
A jagged phantom
Of a wizened childhood
An ejected nestling
Roaming
The veins
And arteries
Of cities and towns
With no obligation
And no consideration
A vagabond
Of wretched existence
A weed
A parallel life
Doting
Alongside
Contours of unconsciousness
Like an aborted shadow
With no voice
And no choice
An apoptotic blip
Programmed to deviate
So he wanders
All his life
Searching
Itching
For his lot
In all the wrong places
Without peace
And without ease
Deserted
Being
Raised
On the streets
By no one
For no one
A jagged phantom
Of a wizened childhood
An ejected nestling
Roaming
The veins
And arteries
Of cities and towns
With no obligation
And no consideration
A vagabond
Of wretched existence
A weed
A parallel life
Doting
Alongside
Contours of unconsciousness
Like an aborted shadow
With no voice
And no choice
An apoptotic blip
Programmed to deviate
So he wanders
All his life
Searching
Itching
For his lot
In all the wrong places
Without peace
And without ease
Wednesday, January 20, 2010
The Most Beautiful Moments
- The best state of mind – being able to take care of those you love.
- The sweetest sound in the whole world – the chuckle of a happy child.
- The most rewarding moment in the whole world – getting your first paycheck.
- The snazziest feeling in the whole world – finally laying the-hard-to-get chick.
- The most consummate touch in the whole world – kissing the woman of your dream in a beautiful dream.
- The best sight to behold in the whole world – the smiling face of a proud and contented mother in the company of her successful son.
Wednesday, January 13, 2010
Vampires
Surely posting the new eye-popping bootilicious babes
To hunkdom floor is the mischievous ploy of 2010
An engineered maze inducing twisted attractions
A dark room chemistry synthesizing sordid affections
Somebody must account for so soiled emotions
And the diminishing returns chasing scattered attentions
Send them back before the whole team is vampired dry
To hunkdom floor is the mischievous ploy of 2010
An engineered maze inducing twisted attractions
A dark room chemistry synthesizing sordid affections
Somebody must account for so soiled emotions
And the diminishing returns chasing scattered attentions
Send them back before the whole team is vampired dry
Labels:
life,
poverty,
predictions,
principles,
productivity,
Relationship
Wednesday, January 6, 2010
Positive Vibrations
As fully persuaded as I am in the wisdom of logic, the power of living life inside out has not escaped me. The message of the inner witness, my personal counsellor, is something I take very serious. I am accustomed to spending time at the beginning of each year getting feedback from within concerning thoughts, ideas and direction for the months ahead.
And I am happy to say that deep within, I "feel" really good about 2010.
I hope the positive vibrations are rocking your side of the pond as well. Bless!
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