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93 · May 2021
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Big foot's head fortified
His head screams alone
no mother no father
no brother no sister.
A beast to us
a son to another
92 · Aug 2021
― Anatoli Rybakov 4
“I think a man can either believe in God or not believe, he can get faith and he can lose it but there is only one God for the true believer, and that is the one he carries in his heart.”
90 · Jun 2021
Family series 7-mina
Ungabi yi timer elingena timing
Uma bebuza ngawe, izingane zakho
zikhale njengamachwane zithi

Oh father were art thou

Bese omunye athi..

Maybe uyo dakwa.
88 · Mar 2022
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Head east atleast
If worse comes to worse go west
If your fortunes spoil and sour
run south. If you ready to shine the
way for others like that famed star
gaze up north wards. Your soul is
doing all the computing throw away the campass spit to the wind and follow where your saliva falls. Amen
I am off to my little hill
to heed and heal.
87 · Jan 2022
Struggle politics
We are in trouble Bru
I rue the day we thought
all black is true. It's
clear some of it was
a ruse to rob.
86 · Jan 29
Bloody love
You come cloaked in darkness like a winged blood merchant- I know you were here only by the marks on my neck.
85 · Sep 2021
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When your heart wants to race out
through your chest -  a fear fuelled zip acroos your rib cage. With deep breaths taken at short intervals dose the fire of that burning engine.
Keep your soul on the steering wheel and feel all dread slow down.
84 · Apr 2020
the flying machine
I chanced on a familiar sight
a minute  or two
ago.

It struck me as similar
but unfamiliar.

A sight of a flying machine
up above.

Once a sight a minute.  
Now out of place
in the blue sky
above.

Who is coming .
Who is going .
For the world is apart for the first time
in a long time.
Everywhere is over the seas now.
You home is your new neighbourhood
your suburb the new city
We survive with inches
Long gone are days
filled with endless miles.

The flying machine now.
Seems airily familiar.
Similar perhaps
to my ancestors first sight
of those European ships of plunder
as they slithered slowly in
on our peaceful shores.
Abundant with all that is life.

The flying machine
landed somewhere
I didn’t not see.

I have a feeling
one of these days
something more spectacular
way beyond our comprehension.
As dramatic as  
it was for us
when Jan Van Riebeek
first set his sights on us.

I have a feeling that
unlike the flying machine
what will be hovering above us
would be the sort
no living being would have seen before.

The signs are ominous
If I think the rare sight of plane is out of this world
out of this world will be upon us.
Soon than we are ready.

Our future will fly in
In a pirate ship that set sail
from a time totally unknown to us.
84 · Nov 2021
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The final scenes of the film seemed more metaphorical than realistic.  Will you discuss them — or would that be part of the “road map” you’re trying to avoid?

Kubrick:  No, I don’t mind discussing it, on the lowest level, that is, straightforward explanation of the plot.  You begin with an artifact left on earth 4,000,000 years ago by extraterrestrial explorers who observed the behavior of the man-apes of the time and decided to influence their evolutionary progression. Then you have a second artifact buried deep on the lunar surface and programmed to signal word of man’s first baby steps into the universe – a kind of cosmic burglar alarm. And finally there’s a third artifact placed in orbit around Jupiter and waiting for the time when man has reached the outer rim of his own solar system.  When the surviving astronaut, Bowman, ultimately reaches Jupiter, this artifact sweeps him into a force field or star gate that hurls him on a journey through inner and outer space and finally transports him to another part of the galaxy, where he’s placed in a human zoo approximating a hospital terrestrial environment drawn out of his own dreams and imagination.  In a timeless state, his life passes from middle age to senescence to death.  He is reborn, an enhanced being, a star child, an angel, a superman, if you like, and returns to earth prepared for the next leap forward of man’s evolutionary destiny. That is what happens on the film’s simplest level.  Since an encounter with an advanced interstellar intelligence would be incomprehensible within our present earthbound frames of reference, reactions to it will have elements of philosophy and metaphysics that have nothing to do with the bare plot outline itself.

Q:  What are those areas of meaning?

Kubrick:  They are the areas I prefer not to discuss because they are highly subjective and will differ from viewer to viewer.  In this sense, the film becomes anything the viewer sees in it.  If the film stirs the emotions and penetrates the subconscious of the viewer, if it stimulates (however inchoately) his mythological and religious yearnings and impulses, then it has succeeded.
84 · Feb 2022
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Groggy Poggy burp and watch the girls run
Groggy winter mornings
Porgy weeps and moans
plonk plonk plonk he yawns
a hiccup here and a hiccup there
****** by far by a pint too many
at bad Bob's bar.
Burppppp!!!
now his day a     blue palaver
oooh poor Porgy                        oooh all groggy

                             mr Hangover

         go back to bed and try again tomorrow.
I sit with a secret
I sleep with it
walk with it
Its presence more pronounced
when I am alone with it
Me and it
silent about each other
our deadly omertà

I need to let someone in on it
in on the secret
maybe a doctor
or a healer of sorts
maybe
just
maybe
I might just survive it.
82 · Mar 2020
Its 3 am in Albuquerque
Its 3 am in
Albuquerque
just pass noon in
Soweto
I know no soul there
no soul knows I am here
light years apart
in more ways
than one
Its 3 am in
Albuquerque
just pass noon in
Soweto
A non matter of time.
79 · Mar 2022
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It's 4am
I am up 4 it
By 5
I will have my hive heaving with honey.
Come 6
I will be mixing it with the birds
By 7
I would have gone to heaven and back
When 8 hits
I will mate with glowing sun
By 9
This day will be mine
At 10
I'll turn my gaze inwards
By 11
I will be even with this day
Come 12
I will be effing to s well deserved decant lunch cause I was up at 4.
Masterpiece, Placid and yet disturbing with delicate mid tones, Over riding intricate melody casting!
Here we go again
Nothing new to gain
Forced to feign
caused by pain.
Can hope feint
fade to black
this life ill fated.
Dreams dated.
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