Revolution..

As many before this, this post is inspired by the musings of phoenix.

The backbone of change is hindered by the pleasures of comfort.
i look around me and see an angry people-
a people fed up with conformity,
fed up with the sights that line the road upon which society walks.

You hear them everywhere.
In tubes, in buses, in bars, pubs and clubs.
Their discontent, disillusioned.. dispirited.

I see them on my television-
they are malnourished, they are weak they are feeble.
Their tears accuse, and the guilt pinches my heart.

I hear them on my radio.
they boast of new development for mankind, the growth of the economy and cheaper fuel prices.

And everyday like a broken record in an unending dream..
we gather in pubs, tubes and buses,
we meet at work, in the street and churches.
we talk of our discontent, disillusionment and desire for change.

And i smell it.
It stinks to high heaven.
The stench of a generation consumed in gossip with no real desire for change.
The pungent odour of a rebellious people who think they are revolutionary.

Revolution comes at a cost-
You cannot hope for a new world until you are willing to give up the old one.

They sit in bars dressed to the nines and talk of revolution.
They drink deep in the status quo and gossip of discontent.
The Revolution or the plague of stench?
You can find your answer.

The backbone of Revolution is hindered by the pleasures of comfort.
Let true Revolutionaries arise anhd count no cost to see the new era.

Don't you know,
talking about a Revoultion sounds like
...a whisper.

Random Thoughts

hey friends...

if ever there was a weak link in our blogging community it would be me. i go for weeks on end without any entries yet i moan when you guys go for days. firstly i must formally acknowledge 2 fantatsic additions to the world of blogging, mr matt mezurie and miss anandi smith. its gonna be a blast blogging with you guys.

am looking for a flat again, how much fun is that, i tell you what if ever you are bored and have nothing to do just go flat hunting for the HELL of it, and i do mean that literally.

i am a bit miffed at life recently. it surprises me how 2 people can be in the same place and hera and experience two different things. i suppose it comes down to heart attitudes and expectations- maybe that shapes what we take out of any given situation. i have found myself asking God the question whose answer is almost impossible to believe. "Can a man sit in the presence of God and leave unchanged? Can a man stand next to you and not feel your presence?" sadly the answer to that is yes. This is the biggest issue in my life at the minute and i hope to continue this later...

this is the season in which we say goodbye to some loved and familiar faces and hearts. Phoenix will be leaving shortly to return to S.A for a while and Anandi is not too far behind her. wish you both well.

cutest thing happened on wednesday night.. my little nephew wouldnt go to bed unless his mom let him phone me to say good night. made me feel all warm inside. there is nothing apart from the love of God like the love of a child. untainted and pure, so i urge you to love like a child.

final thought people, i am sick and tired of fake people. you know what i mean, we all encounter fake people and have fake meaningless conversations thatlead no where. i have determined to be a man of purpose, a real genuine, honest man. lets be real people. when you talk to someone dont look above their head, or look around as if looking for someone better to talk to. no ... look into their eyes. dont be so consumed with what you want to say that you dont listen to what they need you to hear. life is not a ladder where one must constantly be reaching for a higher rung..


album of the moment

Maxwell.. Urban Hang Suite