salt..

yes i know i have repeatedly posted this poem of mine lot, but I haven't posted it in this blog yet and its really the theme of my life right now..i wrote it for a stranger...

salt
to a stranger...

Sitting here,
Im listening
it's my friend’s voice,
she’s telling me a story,
recounting a moment
so void of caring
and the tears start to fall.
I’m choked up,
face clenched into a fisted heart
I push hard to keep my eyes shut
but through the cracks they come pounding,
flooding, damn (these)walls,
and i think to myself,
stranger your story has touched me,
I wish my tears could reach you
so that you could taste the caring

Poetry; a weapon against mass conditioning

I am posting an portion of this here, its called Poetry is Dangerous....

"My body exists politically in a way I can not prevent. For a moment today, without even knowing it, driving away from campus in my little beetle, exhausted after a day of teaching, listening to Justin Timberlake on the radio, I ceased to be a person when a man I had never met looked straight through me and saw the violence in his own heart.".


to read more... go here Kazimali

Where The Rainbow Ends - Richard Rive

There's going to be a place, brother,
Where the world can sing all sorts of songs,
And we're going to sing together, brother,
You and I, though you're white, and I'm not.
It's going to be a sad song, brother,
Because we don't know the tune,
And it's a difficult tune to learn.
But we can learn, brother, you and I.
There's no such tune as a black tune.
There's no such tune as a white tune.
There's only music, brother,
And it's music we're going to sing
Where the rainbow ends.

Le Beach Nuno

Ho-ok, so its Saturday on Fishhoek beach.

Kids are building sandcastles and dashing in and out of waves, this is when Nuno and I hit the beach.

First Stop Nuno: She runs into the ocean, and amongst crashing waves, blatantly takes a dump in the water.... I closed my eyes playing ostrich, cringing, dying, can a sand dune please cover me right now. Typical Nuno, you bring a plastic bag to the beach and she doesn't shit. You forget to bring one and she does.. or shits where you can't get to it.

Next Stop: She bounds up to an fragile looking old woman, whose half hunched over... and stops dead just a few feet away from her, the look on her face... priceless. Nuno is such a tease.

Last Stop: A little kid in the water, probably no more than three years old. Nuno springboks into the water towards the kid. I am busy smsing Ally while out of the corner of my eye I see this. I promptly atart running after Nuno into the water clothes and all, which in hindsight was probably not such a good idea because the kid then started to plough his way through the water towards his dad screaming. Nuno who is now even more excited is still bounding towards the kid and is completely ignoring my desperate shouting (actually this is probably egging her on). It was horrific. Finally I get hold of her, I am almost up to my waist in water, I grab her by the collar and plop, my cellphone falls into the sea.

Lol! What a trip having a crazy dog.