Litnet

"We did not evolve to be ourselves, 
Our consciousness is controlled by chemicals. 
Neither the mind, the body, the heart 
nor free will belong to us."

"A cherry blossom and rainbow spring awaits 
the thawing of the blanket snow 
on highlands and Malutis, 
to rejuvenate and grow" 

"Our minds are controlled by chemistry 
and we are brainwashed by volatility. 
We are bombarded by contradicting messages, 
lost in our own wretched wilderness."

"The words were in your eyes, I could see them 
rise and crest in your eyes and roll and stretch 
and break in hers, leaving her awash."

"Now, as I lurk 
in sightless nights, 
and against the floriferous 
beauty of the past"

"The old fingers shaking a little, determined to hold on, 
The piece of toast, clamped securely, 
the last of the jam, a bright spot of colour 
the old man pauses, delaying his pleasure"

"I followed the footprints, 
Jumping to gauge the width, 
Through rain and drought-stricken ground, 
I followed you."

"Walking through these halls I see 
The eyes of old boys look at me 
Make us proud they say 
You’ll have to find your own way"

"You hold a fist up high – timeless and endless 
This is how you proclaim future hope 
The gift of reason and tolerance, unequivocally"

"Have you ever wondered, what if you were not 
This morning, in the body that you got 
No longer favourite of your mother 
Just an ordinary, someone other"

"yet, in my brain 
resides another I: 
the beauteous lineaments, 
of a long forgotten me"

"You are the learners of landscape, 
Listeners of the berg wind, 
Its strong voice shouting through dark nights"

"Papa had pursued the contract with unflinching zeal. It was a government contract that would redirect the wheel of our lives to wealth. Then I woke up one morning and told him that I had seen him crying in my dreams because he had lost the contract. His bloodshot eyes blazed fire, and he ordered me out of his room; that morning, Mama paused breakfast and initiated prayer and fasting for the family."

"Brandish the banners – 
bright red as the dying day – 
for tonight the old man will wilt 
and eerily drift away –"

"I’ll meet you in ten minutes 
At Cafe Anton for coffee 
You’ll be early as always 
Waiting for me" 

"I see salt and smoked paprika; 
people content with their fortune, 
genuine, kind and unpretentious, 
like the pot of vegetable soup" 

"A mother’s tears will never clean the stains 
From off his shirt, or the shame that’s buried in 
Our dirt, deep in the soil; our country’s land 
Is poorer now, forevermore, without that 
Little hand."

"Waves of dunes continue into the desert
– death traps in the shifting sands.
Here, compass bearings start to waver 
and directions become unclear."

"The vast open farms of youth,
where horizons were clear
and bush trails led to secret hideouts."

"We are enveloped in a hollow sky.
Our search for truth unmasks the void
and its uncertain quantum probabilities"