We are all connected
I wait before I name a title. Cause i don’t really know what I will write or what will come out. Two ears and one mouth.
stroke of the piano, one sound.
Let my thoughts blend with it. Like some glenfiddich. Bring’em out.. single malt.
Better ways for better days. Waiting for the train to come. Listening to some music , staring.. like my brain is gone.
Too early in the morning. See I’ve never been a morning man, but dont get me wrong though, I love another day. To live another way.
Endless movement to surpress another stay. Flashback a back-lash , replay another play. mmhm.
See I know some don’t make sense to ya’ll. But if you ask, ima say how it is, so we can continue to another phase.
Sun goes up, sun goes down. In between We lay horizontal in deep profoundness. No way to go around it. Even if reality strikes hard we’re all dreamers. everyone’s gotta sleep right?.. just like everyones gotta eat. unfortunately one of them comes naturally, the other as a treat.
We’re starving in many ways. The hunger for lust, the hunger for trust, the hunger to bust out of the project. The hunger to adjust one of the subjects to fit one of your objects. The hunger for cost and ways to top it. Endless hunger, over the edge , going under.
Son of a mother. Brother to a brother. Let’s not forget the holy father. The author. I’m an image of him, as he’s a image of me. the image of three. cause together we create new things, the image of ”we”.
Showing no emotions, cause I’m committed. I’m told it’s forbidden to do so, living in the fast lane but move slow.
Growing no devotion , cause I’m permitted. Bold and admitted to choose those tiny little moments that prove growth.
And when it rains, I lift my face to the sky, let the rain pass my eyes. The rain makes me smile. sunshine.
Too bad time wasn’t like money cause boy do i love the time that I spend. and best of all it never has an end.. or does it? think im coming close to the end. yeah i said it.. close the end..
I had a phonecall with my dad the other day and he was really enthusiastic about this documentary he had watched called ”Searching for sugarman”. So i watched it.This story is so good I am amazed its real.. not even writers always come up with stories like this. This is a story about a musician who is in class of bob dylan, dire straits, rolling stone and all the big shots from back then. But he never got the recognition he was worth. At least in the states and the rest of the world. But in south africa he was a legend. The magic of this amazing story is that its real! Usually a person gets recognized after they die, but not this time. The story is about this guy that helped South africans during the apartheid to grow stronger against the cruelty they lived through and his music inspired people to stand up for themselves.. And he didnt even know.. until… well you will have to watch it for yourselves 😉
ps. I love his songs!
I just came to say hello. I am that man. Not the one i used to be. Then again things are not what they used to be.
I don’t have all the answers nor do I wish I did. I am not in a grayzone neither amongs the colors of the rainbow. I am one in all and all in one. My mind is flowing through time and space while my body is on one spot. Longing, thinking, wishing..
It’s like the flow of water running along a river trying to find its way to the ocean.
I let the scent of my surrounding hold me on paus for a while. ”candlelight, all around us, dark room, the song, bedroom eyes meeting eachother.Letting my face slowly touch yours. Next to your cheek, let my lips run along your face then to your neck.. kissing your sholders. My hands on your back.. slowly going down side by side of that silkysmooth skin as I press you towards me and as our lips meet we hold our breaths. Letting our lips be the gateway as our souls combines.
The factor that do not change. Time. I surfe on the surface of time. Do i ever look back? Yes. Does it ever hold me back? yes. Still i am one with time. The factor that do not change. Memories dont live like people do, oh no. We live in the present in an absent future in mind. Time. I salute you. Cause whether the weather is with or against me. I’ll get there.. due time.
Time i put you on reverse and emiT life.
See you on the other side.
I am a continuant factor and due time, will I ? … I will change.
you come across songs that makes you feel that little extra and play it on repeat.
Your first School assignment you get to do this
We did it!
Yes We did