Season's Mixed Messages

Ahoy Sailors

K8 has reams and reams

Of verse and prose stuffed

With dreams, but there's no rush -

(see Nuclear Winter)

It's time for those who slave away

345 days a year with minimum pay

To be with family, try have a Holy Day

Hope it's not too much to pray

You don't get drunk but stay awake

Remind yourselves how it is to play

For the Plutocracy

Surrounding you and me

Never sleeps, in fact closer creeps,

Into the rift

Between the real and the lie

It seeps

And the chasm between our bodies & our minds

Gets deepened.

So turn off the TV and go outside

Lest your precious time be cheapened

'Tis the season 'tis the season

Yet the sanctity and the meaning..

Oh, by now I think we're all aware

of Capitalism's Treason

Take heed of seeds sown

Weeds grown by greed's need

To own young minds left alone

with mixed messages on the T-Vo

Merry Xmas to you, World

If in all this silliness

you find some reason...

Indigent Ours

unknown artist - Greenpoint, Cape Town

Testosterone littered highway partitions

Still the Brothers battle the Ego Brawl;

Oestrogen-stuffed supermarket products

Yet the Sisters struggle to rise once more;

Queues and queues of malnutrition,

Into their begging bowls we pour

Promises of One Day You'll Be Like Us,

One day you'll join us in the Halls

Of the Free, the Place of Plenty.

Five in a jeep, now, and one is unborn;

I’m in love with this gift of duality.

See the precious Porsches, Peugeots and

Rather large penis-shaped pick-ups drive by;

We show it all off in the modern fight to survive

Where now we all need a shiny flashy 

4 x 4 just to get to the mall.

It's a primeval game played endlessly

To try remember our long-lost Legacy,

Somehow find meaning in our Fall.

We're wont to prove our wealth, weight and worth

In a world turned to monstrous Materiality...

Just seems a pointless exercise

If you ask me -

A giant misdirection of energy.

What grand prize do we play for

Really?

To what are we ultimately in thrall?

All I wanted was a can of vengeance

To spray my message across the wall

But I trust my ancient intelligence, for

What use are anger, pain and confusion

Save to channel the sound of the Call:

There’s a 24 hour trance party here in heaven,

We’re alive, we’re all in this together,

Our magic will only synthesize and thrive

If we learn compassion, walk through the door

Of our mind’s eye to knowledge of Self,

See through the heart-rending Tragedy,

The chaotic distractions of the human tendency

Toward a perpetual War for Territory.

I’m realising now I’m visualising,

I’m inspired, I’m switched on,

I feel like dancing,

I’m feeling with all fours,

My imagination is my communication

So come, pray with me for the young one

Soon to come forth -

May she find this world a playground for her soul,

Awake to the mistakes 

Made by those who came before,

Face her fears, help change the future

For herself, first, for her people,

For the greater good of all

First Mistake of the Day

A set of verse written over a period of a few days in 2008 while doing research on the pro's and con's of genetically modified foods.

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1. FIRST MISTAKE OF THE DAY

I am

My sister’s

Sister

A story sung

Was once heavy laundry

A catching

A Krazi

Learning

Here –

Take this,

See what you make of it

3 ~ a work time for fun

And play to live

Sleep breathing comes

And I remember

A silent moment to rethink

Realign from feeling the Bad

Give Good when I can

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2. NOT THIS TIME, GOLDEN RICE!

Mercury in Jupiter and the moon in Cancer

In one reading:

A game of

How to be open

Listen

Then let go –

An island in the ocean

On a chocolate wrapper

Is my companion

As I sit up, share

Try to talk to you

I felt so small then

So small and left behind

Not even missed

But chastised

Slammed on the wrists

For being quirky me

For really just

Meing my quasar being

Far, far, far too deep

As my attempt occurred

It came from the home base

Of

Where?

So, I thank you

I say thank you, once again

For reacting with reason

In your retribution

I say

Fine

Well

That’s ok

And I’m fine

Thank you

I’m fine.  I’m fine.  I’m fine

And big and tall and strong

But soft and gentle and kind

It’s hard to talk

So hard to speak my mind

Sometimes

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Eiziges Damon weiss uber alles II

3 . SENSATIONALIST SENSITIVITY

Ooh, faux pas!

Bad!

A link, a dastardly chain letter

Along an injured

Broken telephone line

Shook my day today

Laissez faire! And living liberally

Inside me is swimming swirling

A lacking sucking feeding hungry

Little troubled girl, lonely in

A shiny world of clouds and

Hills green and blue and golden

There are special few she would have over

To visit and play

Talk and laugh

Sing and dance

She is coming out at last

With the reflection of her soul

To light the way

She will not get led too far astray

By lights so bright returned,

But lead a life her own way

And take delight in what they say

May she her heart mind

Not let her hurts prey on

Healing parts

No more final analyses

Except accepting acknowledgement

When the shit hits the fan

I’ve gone too far down:

Come back up and

Take a deep breath or two

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4. OH SO TERRIBLY ORGANIC

A brooding swig of something

Anything

Right now just to make it go away

Don’t remind me of the things I dreamt

Last night, it can’t be true

No, it can’t

So many stories of fears dissolved and

Conquered

I feel I am in hiding

Oh

We talk about ourselves out of

Some sense of,

Again, that sometimes,

(Alone and free, truly free)

A need to make a right

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see Street Art Utopia

5. GIVE US A F*CKING BREAK 

The metallic taste of

Your hatred of ignorance

Still lies in my mouth

This morning.

I came to this Land

An Innocent

Yet I have witnessed the ignorance –

It makes men do cruel things

Put an other down as subhuman

One has fewer rights than another

And another is more equal than

His brother

But a hatred of this ignorance

Why

That’s the same thing that drove

The White Man with the bad spirit

To the free places

Encouraged them to help

As they called it

The dirty godless savages

We do not need your empires

But, thank you.

All your science has given us

Is new disease

And a hundred thousand boxes

With labels

For us to brand ourselves

And each other with

The magic has gone.

No, we don’t appreciate

Your liberal scientific

Commanding imperialism

So
AIDS originated

In Africa

Like all the other bad, dark things

Eh?

And you think it’s Good

Aiming to support the billions

On genetically modified food

Eh?

Give us a f*cking break

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6. YESTERDAY, TODAY & TOMORROW IN THE SAME ROOM

Well

You’ll be delighted to hear

I dropped the fight last night:

One whole agonising out-of-touch week

Of trying to prove myself,

Defending a planetary system

So long forgotten and brushed aside

By the billions of intelligent apes

Who came up with countless drafts of

Carefully selected words and phrases

To sound credible

And calculated.

Well

I proved, in that week,

That I was no better

Than any of those spin doctors

High up in the castles of

The Free

Who want

Us

To believe

They know

What is safe

For us

When they use

Our money and

Our energy

To buy the latest war

Toys,

They’ll blow their own heads off

So they certainly don’t need me

To do it for them

And

Well

As for our planet

Sometimes I imagine

You know

She don’t need our

Help

She takes care of herself

Casually and randomly wiping out

A silly city here

A silly city there

By fire or wind,

Water or earth

Woodstock, Cape Town

THE VERY THINGS WE DEPEND ON

FOR LIFE

CAN BE OUR EXECUTORS

IF WE DO NOT HONOUR

AND RESPECT THEM

FOR THE LIFE THEY GIVE

ALL WE “OWE” IS TO OURSELVES

TO WALK LIGHTLY WHERE WE GO

AND FEAR NOT LETTING GO

CUIVIE

The unscrupulous and incompetent few

Are kept in power by the apathetic many

Who seem only too grateful not

To have to think or make choices

For themselves

                                               - Anton Brink

poster by adbusters.org

THE REPUBLIK OF SOUTH AFRIKA IS STILL

A RIGHT-HANDED MAN’S DEMOKRACY

AND IN THESE STRANGEROUS TIMES

I PRAY WE MIGHT SEE THROUGH

THIS PETTY 3-D WAR FOR TERRITORY

AND REALISE WE ARE A WORLD WIDE WEB

OF HUMANFAMILY

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CUIVIE (awakening)

Compulsions of incompulsion

Come running to the floodgates

To hold them wide apart

Rivers gushing, but oh to grab onto

Just one molecule and hold it in my hand

A crystal bubble carrying my reflection

And all around me shines

This once rare ecstasy of life and doing:

Look closely to make out the object in all its glory

Find the colours and the places

Where they blur together –

Interconnectedness and knit-weavings of

This delicate solid existence of space and things,

Praise!  And a deep smiling laughing weeping

Appreciation for everything inside of outside of

Around me

kalk bay, photo'd by NCcrew

LoveMessageWordSistahQuest pt.2

Much madness is divinest sense –

to a discerning eye – much sense –

the strangest madness – tis the majority in this,

as all, prevail – assent – and you are sane

demur – you’re straightway dangerous

and handled with a chain             

                                               - Emily Dickenson

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LoveMessageWordSistahQuest (pt. 2)

It is occurring to me little by little,

Bit by bit, that sometime not too long ago

We humans declared a split.

We threw God out on the street,

Set evil men to see to it things be

Reduced to logic and numbers in a way

We could teach our children how we

Learned to keep Nature at bay

How, now, without a doubt,

We are The Shit.

And shit we are, like shit we stink

If we stop imagining, or for one second

Think that wearing bling and hiding

Behind lipstick will save our souls,

Convince the ship we don’t need to sink.

What happened to alchemy?

What of the gold?

Why are we so stuck on Innocent

Yet afraid of getting old?

Why keep the city lights burning on

All through the night,

Prefer blank grey and beige

Chic avant-garde concrete fright

To letting the children scream and play

Painting the walls with spray cans, 

Colours loud and bright?

Sssh... quiet down!

You’re embarrassing us...

Acting the clown...

- I humbly

Do not offer my apology

For I am using my inbuilt

Vocal volume control ability

Ja, but stop complaining.

You sound like an anarchist, a dope.

I mean, I hear what you’re saying, 

But, I mean, there’s always HOPE.

- Hope, you say?

Well, I pray,

Allow me to lead you astray.

Hope of what, hope for whom?

Hope for the bored animals

On parade in the zoo?

Hope that a miracle will

Happen just for you

So that you don’t have to

Feel or give a shit -

Pop a pill to deal with it -

So that you can carry on

The same old way,

Same shit, different day?

Hope to shine a light on

A crack you can slip through

That lets you never change

A single thing you do?

Hope that all those poor,

Homeless, cold,

Won’t see the millions from their land,

Stolen, sold;

All those dispossessed and left to fend

Off the leftovers in your hand

Won’t see all the extra empty

Holiday homes built out there on the sand?

Hope you have, then.

In perpetual paranoia

You shall remain

Of the Unseen Enemy who

Breaks all, takes all

You have worked, 

Slaved so hard to attain.

A slave you are to

The myth that tells you

One day big daddy is

Coming to save you.

Disconnected you choose to be

From the very nature that

Offers balance to you & me

But it’s already being taken care of, 

It’s already here, everything’s just fine.

So feel free to let go and

Jump off at any time.

Let paradise be, cut the suffocating storyline

And give praise to the rhyme that sings

Of one planet heart mind

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Rethink, reduce & recycle what you consume

Take responsibility for your life

Turn off the TV

Grow a veg garden

Share a car, a vacuum cleaner

& washing machine with the neighbours

Bake your own bread

Think about the animals you kill and eat

Wake up to your body, wake up to the earth

Ignore the State

(for other smashing ideas on 

how to simplify life see The Idler )