love that has exhausted its weekday privileges, love that now competes with numerous house chores, a getaway will have your pockets wanting to know if you really know what’s happening in there or you’re just being delusional as usual, saturday love is not for the weak, it takes years of mastery to deal with saturday…… Continue reading Saturday Love
Author: afro387
the zen experience
A walk down memory lane
It’s all coming back to me Fond memories of yesteryears Buried for decades,All aiming for the spotlight It is as if they never happened I never lived that part of my life We make memories but some memories dieThey are buriedBut if they get luckyWhen the path is revisitedThey resurrectThey come alive againThey breathe againWhen…… Continue reading A walk down memory lane
Les Souvenirs
the presence of dust and moisture dance softly on my lips, on other days it’s mostly the same thing, but minus the moisture, the sputter of the trotro and its addictive smell of exhaust fumes, the unprovoked yelling of the bus conductor as he spots a mother and her three children in the distance, a…… Continue reading Les Souvenirs
Fears
From the height to the ground Heart palpitations What is it that scares the most The thought of the unknown or the facts that stares back Now here is the challenge To run or to stand your ground If you choose to run, then which direction Away from your fears or to it Same energy,…… Continue reading Fears
REST
i once sat on my bedroom floor wondering if this was really it, if this was how i was meant to live the rest of my life, bobbing my head up and down to the distant voices and music in my head, crying myself to sleep every night like an endless loop, plastering a pseudo…… Continue reading REST
Sunshine
The sun will shine again Whether after dark nights Or rainfall Storms or blizzards As the sun rises, the birds will be out chirping Singing sweet melodies The flowers will bloom with the sun rise To say that the hard times are everlasting Is a mockery of the surety of a natural phenomenon For in…… Continue reading Sunshine
The Smell Of Sunday
Sundays smell like the bristles of the broom violently sweeping the dust that sits on your floors, Sundays smell like home cooked meals, church and fellowship all wrapped up in one, Sundays smell like baked pastries after Sunday service wondering where your mother went, And when you blink, there you are, holding the pestle, pounding…… Continue reading The Smell Of Sunday
Dreamer
Ever wandering mind Out to the unknown Another adventure about to unfoldA story to be foretold Dreamer!Out of body experience Limitless possibilities A world built from imagination An inexpensive trip to the futureJust allow your mind veer offDreamer!Dream on.If you dream it,You can have itIf you can see it,You can believe itDreamer!Dream on.Let your imagination…… Continue reading Dreamer
Marlene’s Dream
she’s like a lifeless doll, blank stare, who’s there? the world passes her by, she holds on to the little hope that she has left, one little move and she’s found out, she swears she’s not a victim, but her cuts are not just skin deep she swears she’s not a victim, but she’s always…… Continue reading Marlene’s Dream
SANITY
sanity? you want to have a discourse on sanity? how do you explain to a grieving mother that her child will never walk through the door the way he did when he left, how do you tell a child his father will never see his son’s drawing of their “picture-perfect” family, which of the above-mentioned…… Continue reading SANITY
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