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’
✌🌻
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