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Sport on
Beyond the path in sand
Beyond the sky
Beyond the universe
Beyond between
Beyond the future
and all that’s been
onwards to another land
With sweat and will
imagination and my quill
With all that I can give
and more than there ever was
I shall create my dream,
find bliss
and live a thousand years
far away from here and this
No more treading water all in vain
bombarded by the worldly pain
Held back by some force
that thinks I need to pause
when I know I should be moving
with the speed of thought
and live unbound
in a place where anger finds no food
and hate cannot take root
and love is all around
Where imagination is my feather
Never stuck again to brood
Like a waterfall to rush
and gush
and spray
and splash
and colour me in wet
to make the pages blush
and that
my life shall be
Words liberated emanate
creatively convene
from source to sea
and in a poetic move
inquisitively run
from cloud to tree
to drop on you
the wanderer
reflecting
in my pool of thoughts
Born to live undyingly
I never think it couldn’t be
The word Sport embeds in me
Stuckness is just an antonym
of Living Free
Given no power
it will remain in theory
* Remembering Vovô‘s dad and Vovó‘s mom who were born this day in 1895 & 1896, — two centuries ago.
talking in lines
time that was
puffs of memory
maze of bewildered yesterdays
mistory, — misty, the color of yore
meaning beyond time
meaning as flavor, essence and wine
the touch of love
your look, my sun
rain in the morning
sweat on the sheets
stained is my heart
– but unfazed its beat
parched for life
defining the now
well-nigh a clone
human raindrop or sand grain
from laughter to reason
– a return ticket for life’s season
a packed of rays
instructions in smoke
stuck in the ancestral harbour
– with other anchored souls
imbibing with Nodding Lost & Co, not for rescue,
– but clueless suggestions where not to go
confirmation of mistakes
misses to missus and miss again
mindless blunders
lessons of regret
deliberate future
selective action
accomplished success
another mis(s)take
another miss
missing, — spot on
regardless, you’re born to be great
align your want with who you are
want not what you are not
come home to yourself
– and find your place taken
dream sans the ego
a collarless pet
yo-yo in freedom
your leash of fate is unlikely to snap
too strong coffee
cream on my thoughts
foam through my pen
sweet words to read
stretching my reach
life in a pill
condensed imagining
add tears and soul
OD daily
try not to die and grow
dilute your ideas and you’ll miss them
deny them not and they could manifest
between forgetting and trying is life
live for no thing but you
another line Snow White?
another dream with you
go not for long
life could end tonight
~ a part-apart
~ hieroglyphic life
I pass on in between
time I claim I lived
The stolen sacrifice for death to die
*Picture: modified Berlin Papyrus 3038 (1,300 BC)
~ quarter to now
A quarter past
a quarter to
destined for now-o’clock
~ tgif
Thank G_d today is Friday
A saviour after thirsty Thursday’s indulgent calamity
Imagine if it was Tuesday
~ unfree
~ Egenda
Egenda: the Agenda of the Ego
Nature and destiny in harmony A world of temptation and frustration waits Without egenda I am me
— Private collection:
Carving by artist from Pomene in Mozambique
run-a-tum
Since I was young
I am on the run
Now, more old,
I am still running,
so I am told
I ran away from that,
that ran towards me
Upon reflection, I can see
how I was getting lost
in loneliness and fear
and rejecting even that,
that was dear
Running is my freedom
from the prison of my fate,
and the buried past
which keeps a live debate
and reminds of something
which stayed behind
Now I speed along malaligned
Running is my surname
Loss and pain, a restless brain,
a song in minor
with a sad refrain
Sometimes a tear in private
often I am running with disquiet
A constant fear to be too late
Imagine dreams thus escape?
The death of me is any wait
Therefore, night and day
I follow and obey
Running is my way,
bluffing also is okay
I run even though
my running days are done
But,
some say it looks like tumbling now
’cause all my pose is gone
The further that I disappear
the happier I be, — I think
But, there are teardrops in my ink
as happiness runs too,
from the one who runs
from you
Running, — my escape
towards a destination called ‘Away’
Tumbling, a persuasive way
to stay and not forsake
*Picture credit: The Emoji Movie
