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.
Categories:
windhoek, 12th grade, age, analogy,
Form: ABC
If its Hennessy that sets me free then let it be
If this ecstasy belongs to me
Then I smoke tree
Choke me in coke
Drown me in dope
I sink Black Labels til Johnnie Walks unstable
Blame it on juice
Krush Lite Castles by dozens
Russian Captains meet four cousins
Bear, Morgan, Buck and Gin
Tell Old Tales of Smirnoff Spin
Hops, saaz and malted barley
Windhoek, Amstel and Barcadi
I reap Fruits of Brutal Colour
Mango yellow, apple ciders Saritas and
Redd's of Roses' wines and Sangrias
Your Dry Whites, Blanc de Blancs and Chardonnays
Sparkling Le Roux's and Three Ships cruise to the land of
High......nice and tipsy
Hi hangover...did you miss me?
It sounds crazy
Still its amazing
How you set me free
So dear alcohol..
Hear's a tribute
To you
From me
Categories:
windhoek,
Form: Verse