If you can imagine me cartwheeling, that is how you should imagine my entry into this blog today.
So I’ve, over time, accumulated a number of guest posts, and I’ll now drop them here arbitrarily. (Damn, I totally love that word. Arbitrarily. So arbitrary.)
Today I bring poetry from a friend (I want to say brother too) and one of the people I looked up to when I first began blogging. You know the guy, but I’ll let his piece do the introductions.
Ladies and gentlemen, I give you: Brew.
(Yes, I am cartwheeling out of the blogpost as well)
– BREW –
Music breeds clarity
Clarity berths the clandestine,
And often more superfluous clarity.
It’s a peculiar conundrum
This is a product of one of those.
Pay me no heed,
I reach hazy realizations,
Based largely on imagined epiphanies
Absolutes that never mate oxygen,
You should however listen to my pen
It is after all always right.
At the irony of it all
That my prized jewel
Is another’s to cast away.
I wish my mind were beautiful
So I could truly appreciate Mona Lisa
I want to write songs
Of love and of conquest
Of pride in oneself
Of innate ability
Do you dare dance in the light?
You sons of Cain
And daughters of Jezebel?
Would you trade your soul for a kobo?
If it could purchase the key famed to unlock the very secrets of the universe?
What would you do for a glimpse through the creator’s eyes?
Or is your soul worth more than one kobo?
Finds purpose in journey
Hence no destination.
Characteristic of nomads
Seek depth in simplicity
Be blind to multiplicity
Teaming with audacity,
I ask that you take responsibility,
Of your affairs.
Words elude me
Evasive as ever
Running in circles
The scribbles of my mind
Sold to conflict,
And irony found in the profound.
In often conflict with the heart
Willful and easily swayed,
This is a war that must be waged.
I search for meaning in existence,
Like looking for hydrogen in water,
Failure is inevitable,
I am no chemist after all.
Oh what impossible odds.