I recall by chance the astuteness of rain
When the thin smoke from charged pulses of cold haze
Befriended the weeded way . . .
Leering further into the viscera of the village,
Clouds of old beginnings heaved potent sighs,
Loud, frenetic and full of powder.
I revelled in the warmth of acid lightning,
Quick to mirror the village in its own image.
The grey breath was intense,
Fusing teethed mirth with grim spheres.
Then came the vitrined harmony of fleeing spectres!
Tricks were revealed.
Tenebrous paths came to light.
And the rumps of sensuous fowls stood stark
Before the reality of weaned souls.
I recall lighting up a cigarette.
Adding to the atmospheric smoke,
I held on to the banter of coyness, flat,
Resolute, and with rummaged blessedness of initial stages
Blending well with the greed of May.
Average people, those who don’t exist
Are well-studied, always the same
I’m sure you have some of them on the list
And they can remember your name
The less they appear to know of the subject,
The more judgements you hear from them
They really can’t holdout about it
Repeating again and again
The proof that they are mostly average
But not for themselves, they rely
On their astuteness and age
Their knowledge I wouldn't deny
In case they can’t stop I take it as a call
For a pint, maybe two, if not three
The average talks, and this saves from a fall
Into the bottomless sea.
My timid heart is at a standstill
Quiet through her gentle whisper
She gazes my way with disquietude
Can this be?
She empathizes with my habitual dolor?
Are we one and the same?
Her beauty reflects her buried affliction
Her coming and going reflects her astuteness
Her downfall of fallacy attests to her reality
The persistence shines upon her personality
Truth prevails through her love for humanity
He looks shy, timid, and withdrawn, as though he knows nothing.
Yet, astuteness whirls in him like monsoon floods in a dam.
He is an ace at intuitive thinking and judging.
He's a lively lion, though he looks like a little lamb.
He composes music. He plays it. He sings in gladness.
Fervour, fondness, and fluency flame in him like fire.
He is calm even in times when he sings in his sadness.
His strength, staunchness, dedication, and devotion inspire
He loves the complex; tests the untested; tries the untried.
Waves and vibes of optimism flow from them; chill and thrill all.
His thoughts, words, and actions never have any tinge of pride.
Between good, bad, great, and small beings, he doesn't build a wall.
He motivates each marred mind as he moulds his masterpiece.
There, in his soul break, seen or unseen, waves of cosmic peace
You think too much.
Brain stains are left on your skin,
it is now mottled with thought.
From moment to moment
your mind is a tumbleweed,
then a blundering tank
rolling over boxes of kittens.
Silence is your kryptonite.
Your house is a jumble
of intellectual clutter,
open books flutter weakly
piled high on chairs and table.
Some admire your erudite astuteness,
but you wife considers you mad,
as she, in her own quite place,
meditates upon emptiness.
Blank horizons, desolate space
Oblivion in this place
Grey fibers, blank wonder
Losing its luster
Exhausted dreams, taunted hopelessness
Emptiness in this openness
Ruptured dreams, fractured spindles
Ideas are hindered
Stamped with astuteness
Reality refocused, thank goodness
*Image of Vertigo Exercise by MOAP.
Astuteness
Permitted
Nobel Ethical
Offering Pleasing Beaming
Positive Altruism Hostile Malady
Appalling Begging Cheating
Thievish Tricky
Forbidden
2022 August 07
Mindful Yond Caged Primate's
Which are you?
friend
affable, faithful
supporting, welcoming, guiding
buddy, confident, antagonist, enemy
attacking, engaging, destroying,
hostile, adversary
foe
wise
prudent, reasonable
exceeding, thinking, teaching,
astuteness, sapience, foolhardy, reckless
rebuking, convicting, affecting
impetuous, witless
foolish
Date posted: 07/28/2021
This effervescent appetite
To cuddle and huddle
Your warmth and plum;
Your bush, green,
Wild life and natural sunshine
A craving, gushing down
Like a torrent of water
From a million feet of water falls;
A reminisce of a colorful dark night
Of passionate bliss, chatter and laughter
Under thatch roof and hut
Of sacred fingers dipped
In palm oil with yam
Our resonant voices
Saturated by the sting
Of fresh palm wine
And the spike
Of blazing tobacco pipes
In the African twilight.
Like a lost sheep,
A million stars and diamonds
Cannot eclipse this natural feeling
And yearning to retort
To the bright days of our ancestors;
Bright days of indurate astuteness and purity
Days, I long to kick-start,
Inflame and reignite;
Bright colorful nights
Of our mundane commune
With our ancestors...
A million stars and diamonds
Cannot eclipse this bright
Colorful nights of ancestral commune;
Bright, dark, illuminated nights
Of rebirth, renewal and regeneration,
To:
Vacate this gnawing feeling
Of voicelessness, void and vanity
Windhoek, 2000
Nabucodonosor! thou shouldst be living at this epoch:
Namibia hath desire of thee: she is a quagmire
Of quiet rainwaters: slab, blade, and cage,
Inglenook, the courageous fortune of manor and retreat,
Have sacrificed their primeval culture talent.
But those who came before us will teach us.
They will teach us from the wisdom of former generations.
When we are tired, we are attacked by ideas we conquered long ago.
But looking back we do not find what we left behind.
Scars have the strange power to remind us that our past is real
Unfortunately, the clock is ticking, the hours are going by
Until all our emphasis befits
The creatures we used to be,
The gaffes we made in our lifetime.
Oh, if only we could see
What we are now that we were then?
May memory restore again and again
The tiniest tint of the minutest era:
Past is the school in which we learn,
Antiquity is the intensity in which we burn.
There's a realm of astuteness in our previous.
Our souls are lost and tossed like a ship unruddered in a shoreless sea.
Our lifecycle is a flair, a gift that only we can give.
Why waste something so precious.
Team Work
alteration between success and failure
astuteness to win challenges
ability to direct individual accomplishments toward organizational objectives
ability to work together toward a common hallucination
drive that allows common people to attain infrequent results
distinct obligation to a group determination
different commitment to group efforts
to divides the task and double the success
adeptness to work together towards a collective vision
ability to direct individual accomplishments toward organizational objectives
hush-hush that makes common people achieve special outcomes
create the innovations that defines our professions
moving forward together
group of many hands but of one mind
the fulcrum in long term achievement
accomplishments of an organization are the results of the combined effort
gulfs the chore and doubles the success
the power of the team is each single participant
is to lift a shingle with more limbs
T.E.A.M. = Together Everyone Achieves More
INTELLECTUAL HEART
______________________
A scholar can be prosperous.
An intellectual heart is divine.
Twins, a million miles apart.
Parallel they trek, the rugged road.
Its only if and when they meet.
Burden of life's journey is eased.
Refuse their union?
Your soul will be scarred!
and can never be at peace.
Let not; your mind, alone; lead your life.
Mind is filled with things material.
You were not born with astuteness.
It’s the input, that’s in your mind.
Riddled of things that are unclear.
Fear dulls, your logic every day.
Superstition, she plays her evil part.
divorcing the heart and mind apart.
Wisdom she loses her sense.
Listen to your murmuring heart.
She is guided by your soul.
Every reasoning is well defined.
Expresses the zeal of HER DESIRE.
JUST LISTEN TO YOUR ACHING SOUL.
Abhorred by the black race
but sold out to grace
spine and thorns over the crown
face with smiles like clown
never perceived the astuteness
of understanding
for the eyes sees all the things
without standing
feeling apathy for them who
are sorry
behind the xmas tree, hanged
with cheery
for the wishes, the angels and
saints
at war with the prince of Persia
and demons, grew faint
over the xmas gift I wished for
which never came
to see her gorgeous face- mom,
non to blame.
There's no sharper pain than being
a crucified Christ who screams while long nails
pierce his palms and people mock him with laughter;
any human being, including me, is too weak to bear
what He suffered to redeem Mankind...
take His place, look down and find no pity.
There's much contradiction to his death,
who were his enemies the idolatrous Romans
or Caiapha the High Priest? Was jealousy the cause of all?
One can point to only one as it was recorded
by the apostle John and others who felt the same agony.
Today some religions don't use soldiers
to put the despised ones on crosses to die,
but persecute them with the help of authorities
who seem fair and free of blame, beware followers of Christ!
Sometimes, I feel like a crucified Christ
whipped, spitted on and ridiculed by the enraged crowds
that are blinded by ignorance and hatred...
instead of welcoming me as their friend, they fear me
and plot against me not knowing that my silence is astuteness.
To all who have been faithful, and also those who’ve sinned,
everything is meaningless; it’s like chasing the wind!
I have seen all the things that are done under the sun;
seeing what I had achieved from all my hands had done.
My work became grievous, so much that I hated life.
I realized nothing was gained through all of my strife.
Goods and achievements come from envy of the neighbors.
Comforts and advancements are results from their labors.
Following every generation, there would be more;
each succeeding will be displeased with the one before.
I’ve applied myself to understanding astuteness;
comprehending madness, as well as foolhardiness.
It’s better to admire with the eyes if you’re able,
than to covet something with want that’s insatiable.
I’d prefer to have one handful of tranquillity;
than to have two handfuls of ceaseless hostility.
Based on Ecclesiastes Chapter 3
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