As quickly as you were whisked up, so you lost your way.
You swirl around in her all encompassing orbit
Pieces of your self lost to the wind
Once
searching for greater meaning, now walking aimlessly
She preyed upon your dewy-eyed innocence and destroyed it
Were you blinded by ignorance?
Your naivety destroyed and controlled
The strings may be invisible but her puppetry is overt
The whirlwind that surrounds you has deafened you
Clouded your mind and judgement
Look up and see the clear skies above,
Because then you will be truly free...
Tuesday, April 30, 2013
Thursday, February 14, 2013
Dont be afraid of critque
The heading is much to you as it is to me... . its relevance will become clearer later in this post.
As a child I was not one to keep a diary, however as I got older I found a greater need to keep a journal of some sort. I have recently come across a few of my older journals, or scribblings which have never been read by another, until today. This post has been inspired by a friend who puts his poetry out for the world to read and inevitably criticism. Hence the title of this post, 'Dont be afraid of critque'.
October 2008
"I have so many words, thoughts and questions that if this train ride was any longer I could fill these blank and empty pages with colourful thoughts - both meaningful and pointless. But half way on my journey I find my mind drift to the invisible hands that only I feel resting upon my shoulders; They are not supporting me or keeping me standing, they are not guiding me to better lands. These hands I feel are holding me back. I say this not as an excuse of failure but explanation of the state of my mind. I am fully aware that the primary thing holding me back is my own mind, my own thoughts, my own disbelief. However in the six months that I've been aware of them I have not been able to shake, pull or yank myself free. Therefore this is a pointless page where I just make it known that these imaginary hands on my shoulder, holding me back from my own success are an embodiment of my own mind."
The irony being that if nobody reads this blog, its purpose is completely futile.
As a child I was not one to keep a diary, however as I got older I found a greater need to keep a journal of some sort. I have recently come across a few of my older journals, or scribblings which have never been read by another, until today. This post has been inspired by a friend who puts his poetry out for the world to read and inevitably criticism. Hence the title of this post, 'Dont be afraid of critque'.
October 2008
"I have so many words, thoughts and questions that if this train ride was any longer I could fill these blank and empty pages with colourful thoughts - both meaningful and pointless. But half way on my journey I find my mind drift to the invisible hands that only I feel resting upon my shoulders; They are not supporting me or keeping me standing, they are not guiding me to better lands. These hands I feel are holding me back. I say this not as an excuse of failure but explanation of the state of my mind. I am fully aware that the primary thing holding me back is my own mind, my own thoughts, my own disbelief. However in the six months that I've been aware of them I have not been able to shake, pull or yank myself free. Therefore this is a pointless page where I just make it known that these imaginary hands on my shoulder, holding me back from my own success are an embodiment of my own mind."
The irony being that if nobody reads this blog, its purpose is completely futile.
Monday, February 04, 2013
Unfinished
"Hell isn't merely paved with good intentions; it's walled and roofed with them. Yes, and furnished too", these words by Aldous Huxley couldn't be more fitting. As much as I would like to find time everyday to sit down and write a few words, this rarely happens. This blog was theoretically a weekly journal but has resulted in a yearly reminder of unfinished plans.
Even my blog posts are unfinished. My last entry was with regards to a new challenge, a 21km run.
Again, unfinished; well in this case it never started. Last year, I set a challenge to myself and I fully accepted and committed to the cause. I made a running plan, adjusted my eating - at least for a week. Okay fine, I didn't fully commit to it but I was determined to run the race regardless of the pain that would surely ensue. Jump to the day of the race, torrential rains storms in Knysna had washed away roads and taken with it any chance I had of completing my self-imposed challenge. Due to the amount of rainfall preceding the race, the race was cancelled. I was relieved and disappointed, mainly relived though.
This year has begun with great speed and as I try to catch up with time, so will I try get you up to speed in events which embody, what one calls, my life.
Even my blog posts are unfinished. My last entry was with regards to a new challenge, a 21km run.
Again, unfinished; well in this case it never started. Last year, I set a challenge to myself and I fully accepted and committed to the cause. I made a running plan, adjusted my eating - at least for a week. Okay fine, I didn't fully commit to it but I was determined to run the race regardless of the pain that would surely ensue. Jump to the day of the race, torrential rains storms in Knysna had washed away roads and taken with it any chance I had of completing my self-imposed challenge. Due to the amount of rainfall preceding the race, the race was cancelled. I was relieved and disappointed, mainly relived though.
This year has begun with great speed and as I try to catch up with time, so will I try get you up to speed in events which embody, what one calls, my life.
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