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February 10, 2013
Calculate the odds and decide
what is worth the punt.
Never settle for the inevitable.
The outsider can win the hunt.
When dogma blinds clarity,
and eyes become blurred,
and giving and self sacrifice
are words too often heard,
it’s time to self analyse and
on matters reflect, in order
to move forward and regain
long lost respect.
January 7, 2013
When a vital part of the infrastructure,
temporarily disappears from the screen.
It’s time to assess what is valuable,
and how on a treadmill, you have been.
And when that necessary component,
re-appears once again on the scene.
It’s good to re-boot and go forward,
and sometimes, wipe the past clean.
We soul search once more,
and forgiveness ask, and promise
in earnest to fulfil the task.
Our transgressions, the headache,
we failed to put right, long after
our weaknesses have come to light.
December 29, 2012
No means no, not yes or maybe.
No, asks no challenges to be heard.
No, means more than, not at that moment.
No, begs the final word.
December 28, 2012
Today is the yesterday, when you
promised yourself the moon.
Tomorrow won’t be any different,
unless you get off your backside soon.
They are going through a purple patch,
devoid of sloths and moles,
and putting one foot forward,
after years with crippled souls.
It’s a new day, with a whole new
set of people to meet and greet.
More names to remember,
more faces to familiarise with.
Sort the chaff from the wheat,
rise up and compete.
December 15, 2012
Though none of us immortal be,
we long for serendipity.
And with our minds emotion free,
push the bounds of possibility.
She spoke in muddled metaphors,
and saw through conjunctive eyes.
But her message she managed to get across,
without effort or compromise.