Saturday, 27 March 2010

constant self seeking

I think of the hustle of my everyday life and all it reminds me of are my big dreams. If for one thing only, life if full of hopes, even when hope only means desire not actualised. Perhaps that's what keeps us going, perhaps that's the only thing we need. There lies so much vision and abmition, purpose for the yet to come. we just are goal haunted. A life of endless self - pursuit. Desires, goals, search of existence, finding fulfilment, material or imaterial, much of all about our journey, not the destination, reminds me of What is this life, if full of care: by William Henry Davies

What is this life if, full of care,
We have no time to stand and stare.

No time to stand beneath the boughs
And stare as long as sheep or cows.

No time to see, when woods we pass,
Where squirrels hide their nuts in grass.

No time to see, in broad daylight,
Streams full of stars, like skies at night.

No time to turn at Beauty's glance,
And watch her feet, how they can dance.

No time to wait till her mouth can
Enrich that smile her eyes began.

A poor life this is if, full of care,
We have no time to stand and stare.

Wednesday, 10 March 2010


Big city, beautiful landscape
You have it all
yet you dont have at all
Your blessed by nature
yet your own suffer by the day
Your resources abound by the day
yet your citizens are right at the bay
When will it be, when the struggles
Yeah struggles of your heroes will mean much ?
As I write of you, in deep thoughts
Tears rolling down my face won't hold back

Who has bewitched you
Who placed you a curse
Why the struggles, why the hustles
Your full of potential
only you keep throwing them away
They all call you great
You keep naming yourself the least
Why your greed. why your lies
When will it be, when you turn a new leaf

Decades after decades, you betray your own
Your corruption makes you least sustainable
Who would have thought,
That you'd remain here till now
It's past time,
You need to have moved the upward rein
You rendered many generations void of thier talents
You fight corruption
While your the first at it.
What an hypocrite you are
What a liar you are.

It takes less stress being who you are
Its a lot more being who you're not.
But all you've taught your own
Through all of your instabilities
Is being who they can't be
They far off your coast,
Constantly rebranding identities
Yeah far off your coast
Not a frame to identify with you
Fear of flight and fear of fight
You have betrayed your own
Why the betrayer

(c)Kennisblegad 2010