Grind To A Halt [Rev]

My beloved’s birthday has been hijacked by his
company; the final contract won’t be signed until
midnight - his day’s thus been ruined by a school
of sharks, pirates, evil attorneys & their minions;
gone’s the pleasure of going to the sea-side and
staying in a wooden hut under swaying, sighing
fir trees; resigned, he bought a cake, accepted

A gift of whiskey, though he sits stoically - pining
for release from uncertainty, for the final moment
it’s signed - and so then to relax, enjoy life again;
I run about, rebellious and angry that his strife is
caused by the whims of conniving colleagues - I
want to watch TV & sleep, shutting out all of his
heartbreak - how can I inspire joy & love when

I feel so disappointed myself, it’s not a certainty
all parties will sign and if not, the company will
grind to a halt with all having to pay back debts,
wiping pension & prospects; I sigh - sins of the
fathers could affect my son’s future too…

Hers To Design [Rev]

Telepathy? Of course, it works! Carine is moving to the
Cape Province, she’s in love and she’s going to get an
English Bull dog, and I put a Winston Churchill soft toy
on her bed as a welcoming gift before she told me her
news, isn’t that perfect? After a hiatus of five years, she
is moving forward planning a new life; she went to Italy
to watch the Grand Prix and she’s fulfilling her ideals of
more work responsibility - her dreams are crystallising

Into a reality of franchising as she’ll take the helm of a
new food-outlet-entrepreneurial ship that’s launched -
and I feel humbly delighted that prayers for her have
been heard since a kind, intelligent, omniscient super-
consciousness reflects the vibration of well-being that
has been projected; she shows a new independence
and fulfilment while she is visiting with a new love and
a new light in her eyes, the dark shadows are lifting as

The past recedes to reveal the bright new beginning
that is hers to design and bring to life…

Arch Little Miss [Rev]

Waiting to hear how my darling little tomboy of a
girl’s doing - waiting to hear those words that will
prove she’s happy and in the right place - - when
her WhatsApp Message came; I had the chance
to ask the most important question – ‘Have you
already made some new friends, dear?’ -

‘Yes, she replied, my new acquaintances complain
I know too many people so that they can’t keep up
with all the names - it’s just like home - I hang out
with so many friends, I only miss stroking my cat’,
this mother’s world is complete, my little lass is a
hit - not sweet, I regret not having dressed her in

Dainty concoctions as a kid, now I see those pink
confections she should have worn as a youngster,
but what happened conspired to produce the arch
little Miss that she is, mischievous and perfect for
her mom, I’m so pleased, in spite of my misgivings
she’s a delight - a tease - yet kind and discrete

Everyone she meets is a possible friend & every
event can be fun; I only marvel at the intense joy
& relief I feel knowing my little darling’s enjoying
the adventures I saw in my mind’s eye as soon
as she got the job overseas on a cruise ship…

All Fall Asleep [R]

What a break-through, a feeling of insight,
NOW it makes sense why we have to redo
performance agreement, work-plan needs:
bureaucracy assumes only incumbents with
short-term memory loss are employed, and
although we remember where we work, we
forget what we’re supposed to do, lost in an
existential emptiness, no raison d’existence

Every year we fall asleep with Briar Rose in
Sleeping Beauty & after spending a period
of 100 years in other dimensions, we wake
up to find only 1 year has passed - yet the
mind’s wiped clean, a ghost in the machine,
the Auditors make us redo our duty sheets
and reread job descriptions --to pick up the
pieces unaware of the time period lost--oh,
what a beautiful fairy tale this is – us being

Attendants at the black matter, dark energy
party, we just carry on unaware of the 99%
invisible universe; let us rejoice in quantum
physics and bureaucracy-- keeping us from
feeling adrift in a sea of nothingness… We
had better prepare for retirement to be kept
in line with self-devised job descriptions we
drafted ourselves - I shall start on mine
immediately….

Dimensional Relay-Station [R]

A storm-ridden office, Hogfather by Terry Pratchett
& an allergic head - thoughts darting like small fish
through my shrinking skull at lightning speed - and
before I can focus on anything, it’s gone; tentacles
of an invisible octopus crunching me – like a piece
of flotsam standing at my desk in a lonesome vigil
as sentinel of the section delivering cold relays &
corrections of other nations’ words with rule books
to guide the lonely official through the mine fields
of menacing errors & evil mistakes, ensnaring all
apprentice-visionary incumbents, like me, who

Dream of protagonists in joyous sleep - so please
becalm the whirling tornado in my head & stop the
hurricane swallowing my heart to alienate me from
myself & take everything dear with it… please stop
me from eating caramel delights & accept boredom
of strict diets to shrink my overarching stomach and
make room for me in the body… I’m like a marsupial
with an expanding pouch which seems like nightmare
scenes of a sad, shuffling existence thus I had better
prepare to die peacefully in my sleep:

My pouch will probably engulf the whole me - that
will bring sweet strangulation, thank goodness - a
happy departure to a dimensional relay-station far,
far away from Planet Earth…

Toffee Pudding [Rev]

Peace, peace, peace - happiness means an
alignment everybody; sing, sing, sing for the
harmony brings fulfilment and serenity within
sonorous tones of the octaves’ frequencies-
& the only important thing is the flow of notes
reverberating through the earth and echoing
from the heavens - solve the riddle of life by
becoming a happy relativist as everything

folds into the mould provided by the belief we
invest therein, joy, joy, joy – looking for things
to awaken interest, I found the beautiful taste
of comforting food - appreciating home-made
scones & toffee pudding with caramel sauce;
now my life is wonderful - filled with fabulous
things I adore, the problem is how I’m to stop
eating, stop always asking for more – if I

don’t stop, I’ll become just another 600lb
body ready for bypass surgery & I refuse;
anything’s better than a bloody salvation
from being a self-inflicted human garbage
disposal system…

For Reasons Oblique [R]

Conscientious colleagues watching me in concerted
effort to share the load of my being; saving the time
that my overworked, Chinese-studying supervisor &
the dashing Madame La Pompadour have to devote
to prevent me straying from the fold into the -

Pastoral panoramas of classical music and the lyrical
landscapes of poetry calling to me since I’m so much
a symbolist as in “Pelléas & Mélisande” - by Maurice
Maeterlinck; given my forbidden, doomed love for the
freedom of individual expression and creativity - thus

Earning high marks for kindness and flexibility & only
enough for scaling mountains of nonsensical texts &
E-filing procedures of these – though it should count
that I analyse the Astrogenetic sign of the employees
of His Majesty, the Zulu King and his 5,6 or 7 Queens

Having already corrected my new Job Description as
prescribed by the new Work Plan which includes the
translation from Spanish & Portuguese – and helping
an unwilling Afrikaans Section to churn out letters for
the Office of the President --- which are changed to

Suit the mood of officials tasked with assembly-line
translations: terms, syntax & grammatical rules so
the text never sings: alliteration, assonance, rhyme
& rhythm all forbidden as in modern Afrikaans Bible
versions, all for reasons oblique – it’s beyond me

To keep track of the pedagogical prescriptions of
our select group of modern language practitioners
where this Mélisande has to be watched carefully

This Offer Divine [Rev]

I have been blown away, surprised and
overwhelmed so often - as claimed by
advertisements in my email - I must be
living in a state of perpetual excitement
jumping as clamouring scholars insist
on teaching Hebrew starting with free
lessons before charging UNLESS the
victim cancels in time – and since it’s
impossible to cancel, victims will pay
dearly for test-driving this offer divine

For retarded diabetics, a wonder cure,
after reading 100 “testimonies”  of the
so-called cured - no information as to
what the cure is - the unwary order a
book & read 500 pages for a solution,
the Catholic site offering Jesus’s Nag
Hammadi hidden words, quoting fake
Alzheimer testimony to make readers
pay for the text - while the entire Nag
Hammadi corpus is free on the web

Religion’s still the best marketing ploy,
charlatans just claim celestial visions
& spiritual gnostic lines to win money
& devotion from idiots - while quacks
smile all the way to the bank - this is
humanity devouring itself in its greed

Professed To Adore [Rev]

Symbols are very important to me: Proverbs symbolising
wisdom as a woman calling to weary wayfarers to partake
of intelligence & insight - and the symbol of love found in
beauty, joy, smiles, laughter, flowers, colours, music and
landscapes; now I realise, there’s no symbol for the only
white tribe in Africa - for those who oppressed - which is
understandable, all peoples oppress each other - but

Symbols are determined by our distance from these and
as I’m living with the formerly oppressed - & seeing their
oppressors from this side there’s no symbol to represent
the anger, shame & disgust inspired by their false religion
of fake, holy humility breaking laws of the God they only
professed to adore - making their fellow-men into objects
persecuted by order: the only symbol that seems to fit

Their whitewashed graves is a skull & crossbones - that
is attributed to their culture rotting from the inside…

A Melodious Chime [Rev.]

I felt restless and reflected whether a secluded
life is a good thing: should I be somewhere else
doing  other things, reasoning my Beloved could
be much more accommodating - restive I reread
the words of my favourite guru - He said

We are as happy at this moment as we were ever
going to be - as happiness comes from the inside
no matter what is happening - being unhappy now
meant we would always return to this emotional
template again and again

This morning I noticed the beauty of secluded trees
& that view through the kitchen window, rearranged
my crystal ornaments, cleaned the kitchen against a
background of music - a mezzo-soprano’s voice like
a melodious chime

Filled in the holes dug by the dogs - & realised that I
was happy, that life was perfect as it is - and nothing
could make it more happy or peaceful than my own
choices have made my little life…

I’m Bewitched [R2]

Once you asked me about my vision - I
thought of times when I stood with a red-
head girl in a dreadful home economics
class, exchanging jokes which charged
the air with thrilling, bright-hued haloes

I remembered bike rides to school when
the grass was intense green after rain -
and the marvellous sensation of the wind
in my face as we raced down the street;
my initial discovery of Pride & Prejudice

I felt secret portals opening until I was in
another place, another time - memories
made my vision clear: to enjoy wonders
ecstatically, creating unending strings of
delight connecting steel-grey, ash-dead

Menacing cast-iron frameworks of reality -
a starting place for long leaps to heights
where only dreams exist; my vision is to
create a life of unfolding insights, sudden
understandings - flowers blooming from

An effervescence of shiny, overflowing
feelings recalled within eternity’s infinite
reams of translucent pearls - dazzling in
life’s colours; it’s hard - yet experiencing
such perception is endlessly wonderful

Because then I laugh and run and offer
overflowing joy to others until there are
only smiling faces all around – and we
share a passionate affair with life: I’m
bewitched by these joyful pulsations

Creating a uniquely beautiful life…

Everything Sings [Rev]

I want to feel joy while I’m working -  I want to feel
freedom, growth & joy all at the same time, seeing
my life’s purpose as a creation of joyful life, I don’t
want to become a creator of precious objects or a
filing cabinet sorting things others created to keep
en masse - in short - I want to create a magic life

With this as my mission, seeking a Golden Fleece
is my main quest: I experience vivid colours - hear
ethereal music that’s muted while we’re living here
on this earth - if this can become the reason for my
being HERE, NOW, my life becomes the message
I leave for later generations, hoping to inspire them

To live with even higher motivation than I ever did:
what a joy life is - what a privilege to breathe, what
an ecstatic variety of things; my perspective is me
and from this vantage point everything sings, from
the sun to the earth to Lullaby for Liefstetjie in the
tongue of my birth…

Bogus Junk - Those He killed [R]

Yesterday I sighed, but now I smile since the
unsettling news is all made-up bogus junk to
ensnare the gullible like me - and the lesson
learned is whatever appears on World News
Daily Report is fake because this site posts

nonsense to lure traffic – they caught me in
their net and I spent a terrible night thinking
the world has gone mad – luckily it’s all fun
and games and I’ll not blame the amazingly
inventive authors who spread their imitation

articles through the ‘net as original thinkers
give life a boost with material for films and
books, now I laugh at the stuff that scared
me, like a so-called butcher engaged killing
71 people & the phantasmagorical morgue

doctor – it’s all silly scaring tactics and from
now on I’ll be wary, weigh pros and cons of
any news broadcast for free – it’s mostly a
con and makes me see in which important
ways we need to learn from our mistakes –

My apologies to all who were as shocked
as me last night!

[Those He Killed  (REV)]

I got it - a Portuguese request - did the job and
then sent it to the section they insisted it's to be
checked - though superior is absent; they'll need
wait for her return - I moved on to Arabic; today
the other section questioned whether we'd sent
the Portuguese to its client? I said it was sent to
Mother Abbess who'd returned, she'd thought it
was already processed &  would check it today;
I sigh, my head filled with news off the Internet

A 16-year old babysitter took crystal meth - then
tried eat her charge, a 3-month old baby, found
covered with barbecue sauce in the microwave,
bite marks on feet & arms - my mind filled with
dread; a Canadian-Congolese journalist insists
DNA tests prove he's Prince William's dad - &
they ask for a Portuguese Import Permit done 3
weeks ago with all this in my head - & a 600lb
woman gave birth to a 30lb baby - they'd  held
the translation back to gain a superior's okay

You did not bring it to her attention - I can't help
you there - an ex-army  slaughterhouse butcher
killed 71 people over 17 years & disposed of the
bodies among carcasses he cut up and sold - a
necrophiliac morgue assistant impregnated by
a corpse - my head spinning - look at their eyes;
a Gulf War veteran - his eyes are dead, look at
the morgue doctor's darkened eyes showing the
shadow of unending suffering; it says the killer
did those he killed a favour…

Intimidate His Flock [Rev.]

With great relief I see my little universe stops at
the place where the trousers of time split and a
strange Rafael who intimidates his loving flock,
driving them to suicide; turns left as I turn right,
away from this doomsday soothsayer claiming
hydrogen bombs will  kill a human spirit as it’s
made of hydrogen - such a weird new theory -
traditionally a spirit’s been spiritual: meaning
materially invisible and non-quantifiable

Rafael predicts WWIII and I respect his right to
free speech, making disciples and keeping his
eyes -with glee- upon the destruction of Planet
Earth - to be brought about by the belief of his
devotees in these unsettling speeches leading
to perdition - BECAUSE our universe will veer
off in the opposite direction to a less dramatic
future of happiness, compromise and peace-
where we shall work on our differences

While exciting pockets of unrest shall present
enough challenge for adventurers; with great
amusement I read Rafael - then turned away
relieved, realising this probable reality could
never enter my world where wise gurus offer
better theories; ignorance only wreaks havoc
for those bemused by a prophet’s words so
they keep following him - even when the

Fabric of reality splits - then requires belief
to bring scary visions into fruition…

Sad And Bleak (Final)

Sad and bleak is the poor life of people who
write to the President; one lady has epilepsy,
arthritis, diabetes - an occupational therapist
testifies to her decreased functionality in daily
life - she is not able to lift up her arms, needs
a disability grant to survive

After reading this sad, sad letter I turn to the
other, a jilted husband describing fears that
his unhappy wife will kill him since they have
already interred a policeman at home (whose
home is quite unclear), the note added with
all sincerity as that man’s wife is

Suspect No.1 in the case; extrapolating from
this he feels it will be easy for his estranged
wife to kill HIM also; before I can stop myself
I morph into Alice in Wonderland, falling into
surrealism - taking instant soup and coffee
from the shelves around me to wake me up

Should this be a hallucination - but no, with
help of soup & coffee’s these letters become
more visible, their words drag me thus into a
nightmare-reality - people in rags begging for
relief from the President as if he were priest
in a secular religion, I sigh -

The really strange thing is reading how the
poor woman with arthritis “is attacked by an
epileptic fit al least 3 times a week” - I see
Mme Epileptic Fit tiptoeing into her room
at night and carry out a psychedelic attack
with electrodes as used to restart a heart

I don’t like this nightmarish land, must have
missed Wonderland and travelled on to the
astral dimensions as described by Eastern
spiritual masters

Choices Converge [Rev]

Explanations of Banana-Republic status degradations;
all enjoyment in cleaning and a job well done dissolves
in your depression, of fear for retirement indemnity and
loss of happy senior years - but I want to think of all the
wonders around me, the kitchen gleaming - translucent

Like a pearl in golden evening sun, the quiet peace of a
happy son and the magic of Hanlie projecting her ideas
into Arabic  documents; the here and now is pure sweet-
ness and I won’t allow shadows to spoil these beautiful
moments - let’s eat and be merry; work hard and trust

That the future’s safe in universal consciousness which
knows what we require and only asks we determine for
ourselves what we want, keeping our eyes on those
dreams - for myself I only desire energy to learn more
about the unending dimensions that split into parallel

Universes every time we make a choice - which might
return to the starting point as new choices converge...

Talent And Integrity [Rev]

I’m old enough to know romance is a wonderful
fantasy, a way to explain hormonal changes and
unexpected sensations giving interaction deeper
meaning, making space for great fairy tales, and
when the real world of hard work & drudgery

Takes over, humans have an inner sanctuary of
dreams to keep them going; maybe some people
keep their romances alive for longer while others
find they can see reality even in adolescence - I
kept my dream longer than most, still approving

The fantasy of romance as a valid way to relate,
now the whole world becomes the object of my
affections as my poet brother helps me confront
the hurdles that threatened to destroy the earth
before I could figure out the meaning of life -

Today with the rain & introspection I realise again
the privilege of reading channelled messages on
the Internet promising the vision: should we keep
our eyes on our desires, we shall be tuned to the
radio wavelength broadcasting what we want, so

I keep my eyes on you as you trudge on, knowing
your talent & integrity lifts you up beyond lesser
mortal beings on earth…

Spiritual Self-discipline [Rev]

A long day of rain, its perfect for survival but
fatal for fun - tho’ a beautiful idea making the
world glow with fantastical growth it turns me
into an in-front-of-TV couch potato bored with
reruns of old movies; & thus I’m deceased in
the head - eating has been made irresistible,
- home-baked bread to go with home-made
soup, the sun only broke through the clouds
to say a gilded goodbye, now it’s only I with
shows of criminals & A Thousand Ways

To Die as my beloved watches sports with a
fixed eye - Sunday, and once again the sun
sparkled a glistening greeting - to disappear
and leave us a promising soft grey hinting of
more rain; my energy rose with the sun then
plummeted with the grey skies - the idea of
rain is delightful but the experience is very
depressing, therefore wisdom is required to
appreciate the muted garden knowing that
it’s the only way to keep the world alive

& since wisdom is my quest, I’ll do my best
to learn spiritual self-discipline, look behind
the illusions to see love & enjoyment within
every manifestation and appearance

Sparkling Red [Rev]

Hanlie’s back - and giddy as a child I run about
in delight depleting all my energy & adrenaline,
now tired out after talking incessantly telling her
everything; from Tiaan’s comedies to Algerians
cleverly changing Arabic & English Agreements,
explaining that I’m made of mercury - glowing

red as the office heats up, all the while drinking
endless cups of tea and keeping two sparkling
red flashing texts angrily instructing me to start
translating as motivation - altho’ postponing the
moment starting from the blocks, using them as
a trampoline to take off from material reality into

infinity; without projects on my desk I’ll fall back
into depression - these two tasks are precious in
providing inspiration for means to escape them -
I’m so glad Hanlie is back to point out absurdity
in every situation where other people just live in
grey; my whole life is sparkling in blue and red

today; how grand it is when people like Hanlie
brings the sunshine of animation with them!

In The Bath (Revised)

I missed my colleagues today, I missed the sisters of mercy
& grace and Mother Abbess; with pain in my head realising I
could not face the day unless there was time for contributing
something to the general well-being in the world, did my best
buying gifts and solving puzzles of Arabic design, yet here I
am in distress - pain simply getting worse, gifts unwrapped -
could arctic cold reigning in the office because of an illness
that felled my colleagues, and is it now affecting me too?

I tried to escape in a book, planned a surprise for all those
indisposed on sick leave - now I’m the wreck - nowhere to
hide from myself, the pressure in my left ear like a balloon
fit to burst, feeling guilty for not appreciating the kindness
of everyone at work, for not finishing the task on my desk -
whatever happens now I can’t cope anymore and the only 
solution is to soak in the bath, let the steam open my ears
and alleviate the pain in my eyes; this crocodile is giving

Up, no more fighting the tightening muscles in my neck, just
going to lie in the bath praying that the ringing in my ears
will go away and I can enjoy being here - right now I feel
incarcerated in my body, absconding’s not an option, I tried
it today, a painful head stopped my flight ‘ere it began, this
is downright miserable, let me drown myself in the bath…

Young Readers [R]

It’s not a good book - well the terrible writing is
strung-along short sentences- with the author
impatient & haphazardly going back explaining
things instead of working in details seamlessly; 
the story reads like a School Project

Forcing the author to race through the story -
and as creative ideas were short, to list foods
eaten at meals as if that should be the young
readers’ highpoint - but I’m charmed anyway
by the beautiful illustrations & the sweet idea

That when we go back in time, we might save
the lives of people we know as seniors in our
contemporary societies - one young girl saved
a drowning toddler while another saved a baby
from a fire, my plan of bringing 3 books to read

During the skills audit meeting paid dividends

Spiritual Tsai-Wen [R]

On this dutiful day a skills audit workshop:
as the funny instructions to fill in the form
were idiotic, I completed it MY way - then
ate chicken mayonnaise in maple syrup -
also on its bland chips - a delicious meal,
returned to the office filled with joy - grey
clouds of accusation rising from morally
upright religious sisters are gone today -
as  health problems spirited them away

Ready to play with the list of 100 most
influential people: Roy Choi from Seoul –
a goodly soul, Jin Liqun from Cnangshu
drinking orange liqueur & doing jujitsu,
Tu Youyou from Ningbo and Kim Jong
Un of Pyongyang - reminding of Spike
Milligan’s Ning Nang Nong, add to that
the Taipei delight of spiritual Tsai-Wen
the Eternally Surprised who had a son

In Thief of Time by Prachett, don’t forget
the good Gou Pei representing Beijing,
add angst of Aung San Suu Kyi - like a
Suzuki - from Rangoon, leading to the
ice-cream sundae of Sundar Pichai &
pickles if you please - from Chennai –
then we traverse Jamshedpur, apricot
jam as you pour the tea, to the nimble
Priyanka Chopra and on to the benign

Shine of Bhopal’s Raghuram Rajan -
add the data carried in a satchel by
Sachin Bansal of Chandigarh, then
we declare: tongue twisters are fun!

My Soul Longs [Rev]

The shock of seeing what little work there is given
to another, someone with such an immediate sense
of concrete, material world nothing except sensory
perception exists; I’m the first to commend her for
carrying out all administrative & routine projects so
much better than I - bureaucratic life’s actually very
foreign to my psyche & simply serves as a brilliant
background for a modern opera about government

service: sadly I watched the work gobbled up by the
clever person with a closed mind who can only see
three steps ahead, & nothing anywhere else; such
a wonderful worker, an ethical moral person whose
integrity is beyond any doubt, kind and considerate,
but without any desire to understand anything else
ever - rejecting quantum physics as nonsensical -
unwilling to know the world as a hologram,

illusionary reality as bureaucratic imperative being
the beginning and end of her life - and I don’t know
what to say as I’ll keep the peace agreeing with all
she says because it’s better to be happy than to be
right - suffocating behind a spiritual mask honouring
everyone’s right to their relative truth while my soul
longs for a wide view of infinite dimensions

Mind Power Only [Rev]

I had such great expectations of old age - being
at ease in my skin - but no, it has not happened
yet - just spent today as confused within the loss
of chronology as I was in my youth, just not able
to do anything as time did not progress in a line,
every horizontal movement became intertwined

With loops going up and down - my mind jumped
around so that life was a burden to be suffered &
countered with the medicine which did not work -
were I older, it would have been called dementia
but since this comes from my childhood, it’s just
my brain’s short-circuiting electrical wiring -

Reliving the loneliness of childhood yet again
destroys my mental peace; it is so unfair after a
period of relative ease - if only some ideal would
become so strong it overcame mental distress -
but I’ve no dream or vision to lift me over this spell;
today I wore black as one of the nightshades in a

Fairytale, unable to play a positive role I took a dark
part - tomorrow I’ll return to the dungeon to seek a
map navigating a colleague’s ice-cold, closed mind
opposing every sunny idea, poetic image, dream of
freedom, who changes my life to a new form of
imprisonment, combated with mind power only

Greedy Leaders (Revised)

Feeling infinitely sad realising the fate of Africa’s poorest
& underprivileged was sealed some 400 years ago when
the small white tribe was abandoned in the Cape by their
political masters - & isolated themselves to retain identity
while dreaming a developed country, with migrant African
aliens supposed to return to Nomadic & Nubian Africa

The small white community tried stemming the incoming
tide of Africa by making self-destructive rules, eventually
diffused by a Thembu priest-king preaching forgiveness -
Africa gained dominion over Europeans - but sentenced
their own people to serfdom - African moguls destroying
the African communities’ chances to obtain training -

Cronyism & socialism steal from tax-paying people; white
& black governments failed Africa - international crime is
undoing the priest-king’s redemption as he’s rejected by
his own people; Africa’s ruined by her absolute despots
selling Africa’s indigenous people into slavery - as has
been done so often before – now the question is: can

Africa learn to take care of herself before her greedy
leaders destroy the continent completely?

Celebration [Rev]

The Holographic-Fractal-Nature of Reality is aptly named
‘Holofractographic Reality’ - which indicates the whole of
creation is embedded in any part constituting it

The complete universe can be reassembled from any of
its innumerable particles, as thus a scientist turned poet
enthuses: a million universes exist within our own cells

We simultaneously exist within each cell and universe at
once; we are libraries of life’s knowledge and information
within our own genetic cells

We can make holographic images of patterns swirling within
patterns, such as DNA, which is a perfect hologram as every
part of the body contains the genetic code -

Our genetic pattern, the ‘source-code’, is embedded in every
single cell; being fractal, self-similar patterns infinitely repeat
in expanding and evolving symmetry;

A rhythmic music sung & danced eternally, growing in power
& sound as time goes by - & then I want to become a melodic
theme in Boccherini’s Minuet…


[This is, of course, “Holofractographically-expealidoscious” in the
song of “Wholes being Holofractographically-i-interconnected”

sung by whales at beaching times when they blow bubbles on the
beach irritating people busy to eat at a barbecue on the dunes

while the wind provides the tunes - sighing in disgust at the mess
on the beach to be washed into the sea – and why not indeed,

sing with me: “Holofractographically-expealidoscious as all the
wholes are being Holofractographically-i-in-terconnected - in a
celebration of existence”]

Practically perfect people like Mary Poppins would sing a song
to explain this concept, but practically particlelised people like
me can only remind you to sing this song to the tune in the film
– it works like a charm - a most enjoyable way to celebrate the
independence of the quanta refusing to be caught as a swirling
wave, remaining still like a particle corpse until offending eyes
go away & only energy remains to create a new dancing
wave in a celebration of existence!

Resembles A Ballet

I wonder how the scientists ascertained
what they say: if quanta not observed is
engaged in swirling like a wave, dancing
to its own music - how did they discover
this scientific behaviour without seeing

What the quanta’s doing as it would stop
the quanta in its tracks - and if a quanta
feels the touch of curious eyes invading
privacy and stops moving to become an
immobile particle, is it trying to provide

A picture of itself for the observer to take
home - and as soon as the lights of the
strange consciousness fade - does the
quanta return to the original rhythmic
dance, rejoicing in sheer being  -

Which resembles a ballet?

Awareness Dancing [Rev]

When moving my Charlotte Brontë-doll out of
the sun to protect her from the heat, I thought
of celebrities who imitate the unthinking state
they ascribe doll-existence; being hypnotised
to empty minds, plastic surgery to replicate a

Fictitious appearance; a doll as role model is
unthinkable though it fits a super-model’s life
parading while presenting an expressionless
face, drug-use to create emptiness if needed
as reported by the “enlightened” media

While MY dolls symbolise the greatest human
consciousness I admire: - the English authors
Charlotte Brontë and her sisters Emily & Anne
and Jane Austen - the sweet expression of my
Charlotte doll reminds of Jane Eyre’s fortitude

The doll representing Anne, the youngest, was
chosen for her starry eyes symbolising youthful
idealism, feeling compelled to share her insights
with everyone - my wooden doll symbolises joy
with her delightful smile - moreover, remember

Subatomic particles are aware in choosing for
existence, light and sweetness as they choose
harmony brought about by chaos spiralling into
Golden Section forms, creating beauty through
their being within everything, from sea-shells to

Great architecture, all particles joyously alive,
so how can all these people claim they want to
switch off their minds - to resemble dolls they
idolise when every single particle in everything
represents awareness dancing in pulsing life?

Miraculous Events [Rev]

Being at a loss about what to do I got more
food & ate as if on death row - as if having
to taste my favourite sweets before life as
we know it is over; currently home life’s

Like living on a volcano spewing fire & lava - 
your Prima Donna moods & determination
to not have any conversation about news
that seems relevant to me has become an

Obstacle to the free-flow of thoughts - and
my erstwhile best friend will not talk to me,
will not consider my theories nor anything
important I wish to express - now how can

I go on: - I tried to withdraw into the inner
cathedral of my mind only to find I’ve lost
the way, cannot enter at present: There is
no inner sanctuary - my heart’s turning

Into stone, I play the role of being me and 
imitating myself, yet there’s nobody behind
the mask; seems like inspiration is lost as
life holds no interest - tomorrow I’ll reread

Parts of The Mayan Prophecies by Gilbert
& Cotterel  & construct a temporary haven
for my mind until life returns to its normal
imbalance where life is fun & we shall be

Able to laugh again until the joy we feel
changes life into a magical story where
miraculous events become common
occurrences…

Without Falling Over [Rev]

Slam-Dunk - right in the middle of an allergy
attack; let me hasten to add, caused by me,
lest anyone think I’m a victim - the facts of
the matter are I am the attacker; I chose to
eat caramel-coated nuts - knowing full well
my system’s balanced a hair’s breadth from
impending doom after a weekend of cookies
& sticky toffee pudding; I’ll attempt accepting

Punishment responsibly and personally, not
blaming external factors or by projecting my
feelings onto other things; bored as I am with
chemical imbalance making the world seem
unreal, as if I’m incarcerated behind a grey
mist which won’t lift so I can find meaning in
breathing, sitting in paradise unable to enjoy
my great surrounds, what fitting punishment

For one who eats everything while knowing
that by abstaining she’d enjoy better time on
earth; luckily, rational arguments have never
been much of an influence - waiting patiently
till oppressing lethargy lets up and I can think
and plan again, right now the only idea filling
me with joy is sleep, my eyes kept shut until
I can see again, feeling blood pulsing in my

Arteries; my short-term goal’s slumbering in
front of TV, watching animal programmes -
losing consciousness and vegetating in that
state until I can stand without falling over….

Dogs Life

Lucky we got our walk in easy I say to my best pal 

Podge, who grins slyly querying whether the piece 

of chocolate cake I’m eating is to be shared; mate, 

I protest, your dog-bowl, alright, plate’s still got the 

remains of last night’s chicken clunkers, with three 

necks left of six - and you’re mooching on me; gee 

if the clothesline Kookaburras see what you’re into 

leaving wastefully uneaten they’ll invade & pillage 

Besides its raining, first bit of pleasant precipitation 

in six weeks, by my count - & there they are, sitting 

out in it as if you are a disgraceful object of derision 

they intend bringing t’ rights; Okay Podge cries - so 

save me then - toss ‘em a bit of y’ cake so I can try 

and snag that minced meat you’re feeding ‘em 

© 26 April 2016, I. D. Carswell

Strangle Me [Rev]

Suddenly, unexpectedly, you launched the attack as
irrational as a 3-year old; - YOU, you cried, pointing
at me, YOU opened the windows so I would freeze;
YOU, you accused - YOU hold everyone ransom to
the hot flushes nature visits upon you; so how dare
you make me suffer for your natural shortcomings -

I’ve been freezing all night, you add - spewing spit
deep from the pit of your angry mouth; ALL because
of YOU: resignedly I closed each window and glass
door - gratified to find myself unperturbed - getting
used to the Prima-Donna outbursts; I congratulate
myself, heart bursting with pride thinking you’re an

Itty-bitty baby to suffer so much under me; time to
take matters into your own hands & strangle me at
night given how much heartache I cause you suffer,
useless piece of humanity I am in your eyes - time
to create yourself a new life where no such sadistic
female like me inflicts cold upon your holy self - &

Your new mate brings in more money than I’d ever
make - So goodnight, Mr Prima-Donna - may your
dreams present you with a solution to indescribable
pain you’ve suffered all these years - read another
Agatha Christie & kill me in a way that you can go
free; your future’s winking without unseasonable

Cold caused by me, a thermostat-less Alien Being,
the unwelcome crocodile - get rid of this evil reptile,
feast ’til you’re replete in a world of gentle breeze & 
soft, autumnal wind sighing through trees - away with
me, the Barbarian turning your sweet life into misery
just by my fiery presence …

Glad To Say [Rev.]

Time to stop pursuing food and find another way
to increase the interest in my little life with nothing
happening, diminished contrast and lack of focus
means it always stays the same and thus it seems
my mindless existence cannot serve a purpose

Time to dream of scary things to sharpen the mind
and find the great variety of the smorgasbord of life
with more options than in days past - there must be
a way to inspire our creative ability to live life in joy,
living like automatic pre-programmed robots is sad

Watching TV indiscriminately I discovered another
way of life where an undersized ugly-duckling with
oversized-bust proclaimed she lives life like a doll;
botoxed, plastic-surgery lips, cheeks & tightened
eyes made her life a total misery & she was glad

To say pain reminded her she’s living like a doll,
her petite body can’t support her supersize bust,
people stop & stare aghast -yet she just goes to
a psychologist who makes her repeat she has a
right to live as she chose and being a doll is her

Choice, she happily traipses down the street on
too-high heels almost falling over but overjoyed
at being an idiot repeating over and over - I live
my life as a doll: THIS kind of robotic existence
where the only creativity is inspiring abject fear

In other people, horrified by religious dedication
to stupidity; isn’t for me - my dream is adding to
the Fount of Infinite Wisdom & Classic Beauty