Blinds

Visions between the blinds, allowing you to see something not too much, but just enough of a gated community ironically as gated as the person who looks through the blinds. Theres not enough sun to call it blinding, but enough to see where the grass is greener.But there is comfort in a gated home, comfort in the dark rooms so much so that the greener grass and better visions will have to find me through gaps between the blinds.

This is a short freewriting excersize just to get me back into the flow of writing and posting again

What are you afraid of??

What are you afraid of ??

The hands of time

And scars that did not heal

What are you afraid of ??

Passing hand to hand

The dribbling drill

What are you afraid of ??

Starting again

Opening up again

What are you afraid of ??

Attachment

your work commitment

What are you afraid of ??

I know what you are

Out with the Old, In with the New

I stared at what was left

The reminance of a great relationship

A shadow of it, torn and and faded

I stared at it

Unsure if it was time or the misuse

That had caused such wear and tear

I stared at it unable to decide

Between letting go or holding on

Out with the Old in with the New

Patience required from me

I would toss a coin

Heads keep it , tails bin it

It was when the coin flew into air

That I knew how I felt

Not only did i stare at it

I found myself wishing for Heads

And so decided to hold on

To revive the chemistry and spark

I stared at it renewed

And came to the realization

That sometimes what you need

Is new ways of loving the Old.

Healthy Distance

My type of love is intense

It’s a veld fire ready to consume

All aspects of a lovers life

But he doesnt permit it

He understands healthy distance

He knows about playing with fire

I suppose he’s been taught

Or been burnt a few times

Especially the bushfire type

The type that can flicker one moment

And in a blink turn to blaze

He knows how to tame it

Just enough fuel to keep it going

He stands at a healthy distance

Just enough to feel the fires warmth.

Spheres

A sphere of influence

Where there is death there is life
I always took this to mean literally when a person dies a child is born. I watched the journey of instagram blogger as she battled her way through cancer. She went against the tide something like what I imagine the junction to the road to heaven is like.

She went against the insecurities that came with her change in appearance as she lost her hair and her weight. She lost what fundamentally was the core of her work. She statistically should have lost followers but her sheer bravery was a shock to the sphere of influence.The audacity she had in keeping her faith and her passions alive.

She didn’t make it.. But what stood out to me the most was the birth of inspiration and motivation that came attached to her ascension into heaven (I imagine), it was as though this encouragement came like a tag in an instagram photo. It came with her death.
A birth of future bloggers who will fight and believe and pursue their craft regardless of circumstance. But mostly the importance of faith which she documented in her instagram live. The irony of the term LIVE..

Every choice We make is life and death.she could have chosen to be dead (figuratively) long before cancer had got to her. BUT she chose to live.
There are many ways of teaching a sphere of people a lesson. I believe those before us spoke of a man who died on a cross and gave people the chance to be born again.Those that saw spread the word to their spheres of influence.

In loving memory of kyrzayda and her beautiful work

Prayer

Sometimes when I’m on my knees

So close to the dust where I came

I am grounded I am aware

Aware of my imperfections

As my mind wanders away amidst my prayer

As I feel aches from kneeling only for a second

How can knees give in when already on the ground??

As my lips stutter a prayer with no cohesion

As I mess up the order of the Lords Prayer

As i shut my eyes as if in prayer but really in sleep

As I yawn whenever I hit a full stop.

A mix between too tired and too bored to pray

As I rush through it and close with a loud

“Amen !! ”

As an Act of compensation or as others call it

An act of Good Faith

Ironic isn’t it ??

Not about faith but that this poem is longer than my prayers

imperfections

I am grounded in him

And to dust I shall return

But despite it all,mercy never leaves me

Scrounging around on my knees.

30

30 the number stuck in my head

30 years of marriage

30 years of sacrifice

30 years of loyalty

30 years of going the distance

30 years of age ,half your age

30 minutes of temptation

30 days of forced smiles

30 doses of fake news

30 minutes of clouded judgement

30 doubled annums of a facade

30 years of infidelity

30 seconds to sign for separation

30 times the pain.

Eat Hearty

Eat Hearty

But watch the things you Google gobble

That social media sweet tooth

Will leave a rot you can see from a (s)mile away

Eat Hearty

But watch for hateful humour

It’s like cholesterol, good until

It cloggs out your arteries, heartless.

Eat Hearty

But watch out for Adverts and Additives

False truths of no nutritional value

Gluten free for the gluttons

Eat Hearty

Without watching other people plates

Piles of appetite suppressant (s)pills

That will stain your clothes

Eat Hearty

From the tree of life

For Heaven’s sake!!

Eat Soul food

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