Pride brings a person low, but the lowly in spirit gain honour. Proverbs 29:23


January 2017

This Future

We spend and spend what we have left,

And waste on the things that never satisfy us.

The worry remains about tomorrow,

Where we’ll be walking,

Where we’ll be talking.

Because we are poor in spirit.

And lacking in wealth,

Our hearts are black with fury,

Eyes unable to shed another tear,

Everything we do seems pointless,

And each day we’re worried will be our last.

But we cannot stop wasting our talent,

Our time is quickly shortening.

There are no answers.

But we wait for there is nothing else better to do.

Who knows what will happen?


The Lonely Ones

Often the loneliest people will find doubt as some means of comfort. Doubt connects us to others who remind us of our insecurities. We are able to, though only within our minds, reach ‘beings’ and communicate with them through our feelings. However, this is never enough to satisfy the need for real human interaction. If our thoughts could speak for themselves and if anyone would listen to our words, we could say things that no-one thinks of. Our inspiration stems from the innocent, ordinary objects that your own eyes see but never delve any further into their connection with the world around them.

Lonely people suffer confusion, we are alienated sometimes by our own thoughts. But when the time for euphoria begins, there is never a greater sensation. Almost as if we are gliding through the star-lit black sky, looking down on the world below, but it is always…always within our own mind.

The lonely ones are the careless ones. We are hurled to the deep end of the pool and so we fend for ourselves knowing that we owe nothing to no-one. Our loyalty only stretches as far as our compassion which for some is generous and for others as dry as a desert.

The beauty of the lonely ones are that we are the silent few who have the potential to call themselves the greater thinkers of the generation; pondering over the undiscovered creations, inventing concepts and theories that differ from the contemporary solutions adopted today that lack fruitful substance and are as lacklustre as an empty sheet of paper. However, to live it we must suffer it; praising the quotes of our ancestors and asking for guidance from God above.

What we say is sometimes deemed heretical, crazy, obscene…unpopular. But we are without hesitation the lonely ones.


The First of Me: 2017

The first day of the year. The celebrations passed so quickly. The fireworks, I didn’t see them. I was in church. I heard them: the crackle of the fireworks, shooting up into the sky and exploding into a chorus of booms. Everyone knelt down, hands folded, eyes closed, praying; undoubtedly everyone was deep in thought about some affair. I was not welcoming the new year. I entered the new year like I had no choice. But at the same time, I knew that it was the year of rebirth, in the least stereotypical way. And change, well hopefully. And change, I hope and pray for. Good change, bad change. It doesn’t matter much now what type of change, I just desire a sign. Of purpose and life. Blessings that bring forth genuine joy. And reassure me of the power of hope in a world sinking in sin. Yes, I started last year in church, and ended in church too. I was wide awake when we drove back at one in the morning, Sunday morning. Wondering, what was going to happen to me? Adverse; but at the same time, enjoying my own problems because I knew that when I grow up, I’d be wishing that I could be that fifteen year old girl crushed by an insurmountable number of doubts, dreams, both shattered and born. You know, even though the holidays passed by like a blur, with its lonely days and no-one to remedy the isolation I faced, there was never a time that I wished that time could go on. I found myself longing for a standstill, where the problems inside of me could be extracted. I don’t know what I’d honestly have done, it’s over now. I miss bliss. And I know, for sure, that I’ll no doubt experience the same sensations when we approach the end of this year too. Maybe that is the standstill of life, time goes on but some things just never die. Some people, their habits live on and die peacefully or gloriously. Either way, it’s a beautiful thing.

Blessings for the New Year everyone. God Bless!


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