free as the wind

free as the wind …

your strength, your resolve,

your resilience, your warmth,

real, tangible, fiery,

sparks afloat in the wind,

unshackled, free,

to soar the boundless skies,

and i,

i am fortunate,

to have shared a moment or two,

and i am lost, blinded,

if it weren’t for you,

a gentleness sublime,

shared,

in stolen moments,

when,

my unseeing gaze meets your deep, inviting eyes.

2019 – is there hope?

from the Nelson Mandela Foundation

from the Nelson Mandela Foundation

2019 …

twenty-nineteen beckons,

our final years of being teens,

but will we ever grow up – will we ever heed the words of the peacemakers, will we ever learn from the lessons of history?

unfortunately not – for we do not heed the words of the peacemakers,

and we have yet to learn from the lessons of history –

we have yet to value people over profits,

the earth over corporate greed,

the most brutal capitalistic ‘measures’ over that which is good for all of us,

that which is good and fair and does not fling humanity into the rubbish heap of shredded dignity.

will twenty-nineteen be any different?

will we share more and hoard less?

will we give more and take less?

will we abandon the ever slithering of the metastasised notions of racial superiority,

will we eradicate the infectious sickness of religious fanaticism,

will we shake the foundations of economic systems that heap obscene wealth to the few, while discarding scraps to the many,

will we smash down the hetero-patriarchy, and with it the malignant misogyny that denies gender-rights, that promotes female-genital mutilation, that pays women far less than their male counterparts doing exactly the same work.

will twenty19 be any different at all?

perhaps, if only, with the simplest act – 

of lending a hand to those who stumble,

of eradicating the need for children to have their stomachs rumble,

of together not letting each other fall:

of together,

standing tall …

from google

Common Fountain

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common fountain … …

in a world tugging,

pulling, drawing and quartering,

each soul apart,

and as mercy, humanity, love,

effortlessly, and resistance-free,

depart,

embracing ignorance, hugging credulous unreason,

fracturing human bones,

cartilage, tendons ripped,

shattered hearts, broken minds,

there can be but one answer,

simplistic as it may sound,

teach respect, not creed,

worship shared humanity,

shun lecherous greed,

then, and I believe only then,

may we truly, as one,

from our common fountain feed …