In most villages away from the main citys
In 1950s say.? Life was that bit more gritty
Yet removed from 'power centers' and
Information bases, i see life was more restfull, the flow of events, went at acceptable paces? Here no connection through ideaology from the intellectual
Groups; leading down through politics and
Milatary boots, linked in; to learning centers, ensuring, speed of delivery, to all and any
'Even then, with consciousness, will, good
Sense, and approbation, disruptive and
Untried suggestions, were not dished out
Just arbitarily.' So even in these conurbations confined, dissconection offered, some respite we find, yet if you
Lived in the country? T'was much better there you lived, for life and not just some letters.'
Lonely leaf afloat
Along the muddy eddies
Swirling, stuck endlessly
The most popular educational trend
Courses labeled as ‘STEM’
Science, Technology, Engineering, Math
Offerings that lead to destruction and wrath
Nuclear fusion and fission they aid and abet
Not to mention ‘AI,’ which’ll destroy us all yet
The more ‘modern conveniences’ we have, the more harried we are
Ask folks who bicycle, glad they ditched cars
Perhaps we can teach the next generation
how best to avoid war through negotiation
Failing that, mankind seems doomed to stagnation
Know yourself
If not
People gonna
Write your story
Forgetting your history
But just for their glory.
They make you feel
Like you're nothing
Just to make you lazy
Feeling above you
Then act crazy
Making you the villain
Just put you on surveillance.
Steadily watching
Your moves and motives
So they can put you
On slow motion
Causing confusion
Leaving you in commotion
So you leave in stagnation without no destination.
Back against "The Resolution Door"
the first thing that hits you is the
depravity, then self-loathing follows
close behind. Then just when hoping
the first thought was getting better.
That you're getting the upper-hands
and there can't be too much longer.
The head goes light, as the light goes
out.
When the lights come on, reality sets
in.
Obstructed by responsibility-weighted
inside here.
Moral code aligns and then provides
possible directions.
Instincts, a natural pre-set driving
the final decision.
I'd take me with me, but only if
I'll
Let
Me.
|| Verdict? ||
Written on Mar-23-2024
First you get
Castigated.' Because they are?
Irritated.'
Next you get, indoctrinated through
Being educated.'
Then you'll be casterated
That gets you celebrated.'
Then you can, get trans-mutated
As truth becomes mutilated
Yet before all this goodness related
Can happen.' Did you get wormed?
And Hack-cinated.?
Only because juval haraani, needs to know??
The rocks on the sea bed
Can be friendly in storms
When our sails are bedraggled
Or all tattered and torn
From our voyage on seas
Often left unexplored
But there's truth in the water
That cannot be ignored
In the wind is the Spirit
An adventurer's friend
So we move in directions
To where searching may end
There are hazards aplenty
As the salty air calls
There's that taste for adventure
But another taste galls..
We'd fare well to remember
Not all rocks help to save us
When we cast out our anchor
Catching bitterness flavours
Where the water is stagnant
And the wind but a tease
Hopeful canvas restored
Needing more than a breeze
Then it's time to resolve
Pull umbilical chain
Begin a fresh outlook
Let the rancour remain
In a dream, I was on a mission.
A mission to rescue a nation.
A nation in a quagmire.
A quagmire not as usual.
A high mountain, I had to climb.
Climb it, in its nakedness.
Nakedness and grassless up to the crest.
Up to the crest, it was slippery.
Up I looked. It was all stiff nature.
Nature hindered me reach the peak.
But the peak was my target.
Target to reach and take a rest.
Middle way, odd winds blew me back.
Back, I snubbed to go rancid.
Go rancid or move up, I decided.
I decided to climb up.
Up, I failed to progress. Down, I sat.
In my laps, my head I buried to think.
Think as new energy I gather.
Never, up I shall give.
Poem by Mugisho N Theophile
You say Life is rough
O tell me what makes it tough;
If not of your idiosyncrasy
Life is a rock of intricacy
Room of animation and stagnation
Those must be tasted as abnegation
Yes, even the opulent must travel through
So live it madly or sweetly
And sing it silently or loudly.
Life is dark mode's light
It shines when lit
And overshadows the dark parts
Should you lust for Life's fancies
You'll end up calling it hard
If you spite its idle games that pad
It'll be all right.
Life is a message
And you are the very prophet of your life
Strive, therefore, to preach it to the world with charity
Of worthiness and integrity
For your star to scintillate brightly.
The choice of Life lies where it's courtesy.
stagnation a trait
which many soon come to hate
for what it negates
refusing to look, see, hear
beyond beliefs most hold dear
hardening one's mind
to those seeming unrefined
yields socially blind
unaware people are blend
of diverse thoughts, forms and trends
becoming like rock
which requires an extreme shock
to look past own flock
know evolution's in play
existence makes new each day
stagnation a curse
making humanity worse
stuck on self-same verse
closed minds have great distinction
which leads straight to extinction
I like when things remain the same;
Stagnation is my favorite game.
I play so well I never lose;
What’s set in stone makes me enthuse.
While others might redecorate
Or even move, I can’t relate.
New furniture does not entice;
My stuff is old, but still, it’s nice.
It isn’t normal, I’ve been told,
Becoming worse as I grow old.
I wish I knew why I eschew
The new to stick with tried and true.
Voters ventilate
Politicians vacillate
Democro-demise
Exit stagnation to be free
Else in bondage remain
Love is truth, all else contrary
High time we bliss ingrain
Why languish here, fear fraught
Pause thought, ego begot
Reclaim light, we forgot
Vibrant cessation
Exit stagnation
19-October-2021
Quietus
come now, wipe that stupid grin off our face
thought patterns cause of stupor
let silence set us free
19-August-2021
which hue of the fragrance delights
determined as nectar sublime
peak from which we wouldn’t alight
stretching therein the flow of time
the aspect within us that clings
attempting to seize and possess
creates a pulse that sorrow brings
self-blocking the divine caress
movement life and stagnation death
thus as we embrace and release
evade ego onslaught in stealth
flowing on with nonchalant ease
10-July-2021
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