Have I grown rusty?

When was the last time I wrote?

I cannot remember… Has my mind gone musty?

Doth my syntax face extinction?

And my prosody decay?

Do I fear being forgotten?

Will my Legacy remain?


I’ve been out too long, can I weather this endearing storm of change?

The times are daunting can I make it through this phase?

I fear for my myriad of ideas, will they ever see the light of day?

Will I follow through, or will fear cause me to hide these insights again?


These questions plague my soul,

Who inquires what must not be known?

I retreat into the solitude – my mind – the only solace I know,

Let the world go on,

While the essence of my soul outgrows this fear,

Let my thoughts seek the depths of these unclear waters that now flood my mind,

And when I find these answers I seek,

When fear becomes a choice I side-step with a cinch,

When I stand over myself, lauding my defeat,

And the torment of the flesh is transcended by the purity of thought…

This war would have been well fought,

The fortress of my mind duly restored…

And this Renaissance Man… Truly Re-Born…



She’s a child, isn’t it too early to tag her a “BRIDE” ?

Its common sense, do you kill a calf because of its potential hide?

She’s still fickle, let her mind grow,

Give her brilliance the stage, and let her gifts show,

Trust, she’ll fail sometimes, we’re not all perfect,

She has a lot to learn… tutor her in the lore of life’s tenet;


How can the Shepherd slaughter his sheep, 

For hunger easily satiated by healthier meals?

Dignity, like gold, cannot be bought cheap,

For the people that we are, how can selfish desire over-rule Sanity?

How can we throw caution to the wind,

And let this storm of virulent insanity blow away sense of humanity?


She’s human, not a production line,

Leave her be, banish all thoughts of a lecherous pedophile, 

She’ll be a bride someday, wait till her time is keen,

Common sense….You don’t make nannies out of kids.

Don’t make a parody of nature’s design,

Homes are not made by girls made women at age 9,

Why trample the seed that will spout the fruits of tomorrow,

Why bother the land that nature was wise to leave fallow?

She’s one of us, why destroy the future of your uncertain tomorrow?



Freedom is bounded by the fences of fairness and conscience,

You’re only as free as the verity of the principles you uphold,

The girl child is our treasure to hoard,

Give freedom a chance, permit her to come of age,

Wine is only savored when it attains the gift of time,

The guidelines of reason are seen in the restrictions that confine desires undefined,

She is but a child…. Isn’t it too early to make her a bride? 





What’s it with dumb girls and smart phones these days?.

Its like adorning make up cos’ you’re ugly. The funny part is, its funny to everybody butyou.

Yes, yes I’m a hater. Girls are annoying. But we can’t do without them now can we?


But it gets better.

Imagine being so hot and sexy, and yet so deserted and lonely. Do I hear you say “nobody has it all”?

Perhaps so, but I want it all.

Yes everything. But, wait, don’t we all?



Ok now to couture and jeans culture of our age. Clothing lines everywhere. Lackluster modeling agencies and anorexic little girls that somehow pass up as “models”.

Oh this generation is a revelation of humanity’s humor. We’re looking so hard for

happiness and solitude, for good health and longevity in this miasmic cluster of metallic rock and rap, oxidants and “fast-life”(remember YOLO? “Imma ride till I die”?)


Really, who comes up with these things?…No Really.


Moving on…

A week ago, I ran into an old school classmate while trying to carefully avoid another. He kept talking, asking about school and yes, girls (chicks as he called them).

After about 30 minutes he was still on the same subject.

“So, who’s the latest? Gimme details. “


Don’t we have reasonable stuff to talk about anymore? Or did the previous generation

exhaust all the enlightening gist?

Anyway, I had to get away from this guy, politely, without hurting his, oh so sensitive   feelings. Easy, I set an alarm to go off in the next 3 minutes and when it does, I answer

It like it’s a phone call. My dad suddenly needs me at home to help with repainting the





We shake hands and exchange contacts. In synchrony we pretend to store numbers and promise to get in touch. Yea right, if pigs could fly right?


But that got me thinking, I, no we effortlessly put up this whole charade, no rehearsals, no scripts. Just plain old improvision.


 A model of the lie we now live as “Cool People”


But em, who are we kidding?


Your guess is as good as mine.


Nowadays, in a desperate need to be accepted into the fold of society youth, most of us will go to the ends of the earth. It’s funny ‘cos we all want the nice big houses in garden cities with rich nice folks as neighbors. We see the future but we lack the patience, or

will, or fortitude to reach for it.

In the end when all doesn’t go as planned, we look for the cause in circumstances and

Environmental limitations when we’re our own nemesis.


Can we end this ominous trend?…

I share the view that there’s a chance to save us all from ourselves….



You believe me don’t you?