Archive for August 29, 2015


aren’t we all
at times

fragmented
broken
hypocritical
deliriously happy
mean
generous
pained
lost
hopeful
alive
numb
lonely
alone.

at times?

right. of course.
naturally . indeedy-doo.

well, your timing always was, intolerable’

✌🌻

flickering moonbeams …

on ancient shores
retracing steps

wet sand beneath bare feet

sipping kisses
hungry

sweet.

in distant streams

soul heart body mind
bathed as one

in sundrenched streams

flowing
ebbing
teasing
tugging

tasting
lapping
meandering

breathing caresses

wildly flickering
like
giddy moonbeams

on the cool wet sands

of
our beach of dreams

The African Rains …

Soaking,
the rains settle,
meandering over jagged faultlines of our memory.

Drenching,
the rains settle,
streaming through veins,

the thud-thudding of the heartbeat of Africa.

Absorbing,
the rains that settle,
within each of us,

herald rebirth.

And,
if you listen,

if you strain to hear,
while shedding the raucous noise of your inner turmoil.

If you listen,

the whispers of the ancestors,

speak to us all,
lending us warmth,
urging us to stand,

even though we may
stumble,

even though we may fall.

neurons | dendrites 🔩

something splintered
the fragmented mind

deep within
flimsy neurons

on
that day in may …

something splinters
flimsier dendrites

each and every bloody day

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