THE JOY IN POTHOLES

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I hate potholes,
They slow down progress,
And turn simple journeys into nightmares,
Especially when you have no shock-absorbers,
Trust me,
I’ve been there before.

But in the leaps and plunges,
As we run along those annoying potholes,
Light bulbs go off in our heads,
We always come up with something,
Not necessarily new,
But in those crazy moments
In between our leaps and plunges,
If we bounce just quietly enough,
Manage enjoy the discomfort potholes bring,
We just might find comfort in them,
In the form of a crazy idea,
A solution to a puzzle,
Or just plain ordinary fun
That leaves us in smiles.

Once in a while,
Choose the potholes,
Do not swerve,
Intentionally fall into them,
Get sore,
Feel uncomfortable,
Bounce around,
Have your thoughts shuffled along the way,
When u finally get past those potholes,
You will find a light bulb in there,
For potholes have light bulbs in them,
Life’s greatest moments are found in potholes.

THE TOAD

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I refuse to walk,
Make no mistake,
I shan’t crawl,
Neither will I run.


Babies crawl,
Athletes run,
Everybody else walks,
That is why I choose to hop.


Call me a toad,
Between crawling
Running or even walking,
I choose to hop,
Quite ridiculous,
Don’t you think?


I do not seek to be different,
There’s nothing wrong in being different anyway,
I only prefer doing things differently,
Venturing into a thicket,
Instead of staying on the foot path,
I emerge hours later,
Covered in cuts bruises and leaves,
But in the midst of it all,
Lie the lessons I have learnt,
Those are lessons you’ll never learn walking a footpath.


If only you knew,
While you aim at the ends of the earth,
Running walking and crawling,
In hopping,
I aim at the heavens,
Crashing down to earth every time,
But I still hop,
Everyday,
Dreaming of heaven even as
I fall back down to earth on each try.


So please,
Let me be,
Let me hop,
I find strength in your laughter,
Watching me hop,
I sure won’t stop,
Heaven sure does await,
Hop
Hop
Heaven’s my final stop.

IT HAPPENED A LONGTIME AGO

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Fish
Bread
And drink
A common feature,
Wherever he went.


Spoken word
In the form of
Parables
He gave out freely
Without even a charge.


What a guy,
How could you not
Have a soft spot for him?
Never proud,
Not one to boast,
Just a regular guy.


Turning water into wine,
Few loaves into basket loads,
He walked on water,
To the amazement of all.


Guess what?
At some point,
They hatched a plan,
Strung him up
Nailed him to a cross,
Between the choice of two,
To Pilate,
They shouted out loud,
Give us Barabbas instead.


Beware,
Please beware,
Their smiles and embraces
Are empty inside,
Hollow souls in perfect disguise,
So cunning
They just might be your demise,
Beware the humans,
Please beware.

THE BURNING LOG

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Posters,
Supposedly posted by foot-soldiers,
Tea drinking thugs,
Sipping on entrails in free mugs.


The log slowly burns in the wind,
Leaving behind lives reduced to ash,
Lips,
Singed by hunger pangs,
Tongues,
Haunted by foul tasting ash,
Ears deaf drunk,
On empty promises
Riddled with senseless propaganda.


Two years
Pass by in tears,
Grief stricken years,
Two more to come,
At the edge of our seats
We sit in fear,
Trying times,
Difficult years,
Clock ticks and chimes,
Years in tears,
Cold and unforgiving years,
How does one find good in bleeding years?
How do you stay alive bleeding for four long years?

RANDOM THOUGHTS

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Let yourself go,
Let your heart flutter,
Emotional mathematics,
Pitter patter,
You a chemistry of emotions,
Sometimes it may cause you stutter,
Leaves you speechless,
Even a word you fail utter,
Out in the sun,
Yet you can’t help but shudder,
Body mind and soul
A total surrender,
Thinking about it
Makes your thoughts quiver
Reduces your breath
To nothing more than a whimper,
Leaves you so confused,
You begin whisper,
You’re in overdrive,
Beads of sweat on your forehead begin gather,
You try make sense of it all,
But sense becomes a misnomer,
There you stand naked,
Like a four leaf clover,
Stop looking for meaning
Go at it like a grasshopper,
It sure is unpredictable
Oft best to be yourself my brother,
Embrace it,
Just love one another,
In the end you realise,
1+1=2 is jibber jabber,
Final answer’s,
Way more than two my brother,
Mathematics?
This bit of mathematics maths has failed decipher,
Just be true to who you are,
You’ll find love wherever you are,
Don’t get me wrong,
Never easy as it sounds,
Then again,
Who told you life was easy?