every second passes like I never knew it existed. every notion of the possibilities of this, that and what we choose to acknowledge. plans you make amidst confusion, riot with lack of understanding even as I try to explain to you what it is I see. small letters, hard words inbetween meaning explanation ignorance and … Continue reading unplanned
mouth gaping not really saying much, why do you feel you hold the world in your hands when all you’re holding are the sand particles of your life as it slips, dried out like the Karoo sand in-between your fingers and as it hits the ground becomes yours no longer. Continue reading in my hands
Totality, your idea of where you are and where you want to be, you forget that the nuances of your words pulled together in cool lines and non-rhymes are not necessarily the epitome of poetry but rather of words haphazardly thrown together into a blender in the hope that a shake worth the effort will … Continue reading totality
I have a DREAM “Once Upon Guitar strings, a Plie & ; a Theatre stage” Once Upon a time in a little town far away (it’s not actually that little but just sounds better this way for the effect of this story) there lived a little girl. Her name, Boipelo, she played in mud, climbed … Continue reading Tools ‹ Kitsowisdom’s Blog — WordPress
I dream of dreams that tell me stories of things to come. I close my eyes to sleep and see nothing except… on days when messages of the unknown are passed to me. I dreamt a dream where you left me and I wept.. It never occured to me that when the messages come alive … Continue reading In the event of my death…
I write to express opinion whether it be driven by experience, observing people or the world around me. I live through music, words and the small unnoticed things in life that people usually see much later in that experience. Free verse where I allow the words to fall like they wish, the way that makes … Continue reading [where the mind is said to reside I am absent]
for some odd reason there is a moment when you wake up whether you were actually asleep or not prior to this waking is really not the point. the point is that in that moment where like me, you might be listening to john mayer’s continuum (or not), it hits you… everything you do, say, … Continue reading sometimes when silence subsides…
