WE ARE,OR ARE WE?

We are
Spiritual:
Two elements
Enclosed
In one.

We are made one,
Created in two,
Conceived in three,
But we are one
Or are we?

We search
The universe
But are not
Close
To finding
The us within.

Do we know the end,
The continuation
Or where to begin?:
The existence
Of our being.
Do we understand
Or do we just live?

Is it life
That's spiritual
Or are we?
Or are we not really humans?

Questions asnwer questions.
Is the problem the solution?

For our existence,
Our being
Is sometimes

Too human...

[Written 6/02/2012,circa 1009hrs--1043 hrs.Inspired by Richard Henry Quist Sr.'s poem, "We were," written about 10 hours before I wrote mine at P.O.E.T.S (People Of Equal Thoughts & Spirit)>>> peopleofequalthoughts@groups.facebook.com ]

ATOMIC THINKING

Thoughts are crowding my mind

They gang up against my opinions

And beat it up till it's maimed.

Stable

And without a sense of self

No original thoughts, no perceptions, no ideas.

But when my identity was threatened.

Rip!!!! I tore up my mind's curtain

To expose the holy of holies

Of the inception of my thought process.

Unstable

I begin to think for myself.

I imbibed those written thoughts

Availably arranged on bookshelves

Now, the thoughts in my mind

Are in constant motion.

My spirit is heated up

Because of the constant friction

Of my thoughts.

Constant, motion

Constant, friction

Contact…collision

KABOOOM!!!

Give me some mushrooms

And some soup

Before I begin...

Before I speak.

This is what I think.

Thoughts are crowding my mind

This is what I stand for.

My perception will not sit down.

My identity :
One way I think.

[Written 31/01/2012. Inspired by Izzi-Autora's posts, "Desperation: ...thoughts are crowding my brain" and "Confusion:...thoughts in her head collide," on her blog: blackvspink.wordpress.com]

THE AFRICAN THOUGHT

And so with this thought:

“I’ll not give up on Africa”

Never to Africa

Will I say, “Goodbye”

With the sound

Of this need

I rebound

With speed.

Planting in my heart’s ground

A seed…

A dream is what I planted.

I’ll never say goodbye

I hear an inspirational lullaby

Exactly what I wanted.

In my dreams

I see poets, visionaries and dreamers

Who water my seed of thought

And remind me of great things taught.

They show me a replica

Of the pain and glory of Africa.

Now I’m awake

Sharing my thoughts…

Oh, there’s one thing I forgot

They said YOU too have a thought,

You are an AFRICAN

With great thoughts

[Written circa 1914hrs   30/07/2011.Inspired by comments and posts of a Facebook group “POETS, VISIONARIES AND DREAMERS"]

I PAINT MELANCHOLY

I stand before no easel

With no paintbrush or canvas.

I stand between good and evil

I'm sad at what divides us.

And then I begin to paint...

I paint...

I paint a tainted picture,

A self-portrait

With pigment of dark chocolate.

I paint...

I paint a caricature;

It's about the problems,

For that's what my mind captures.

We can't deny, we have them.

But it matters how we handle them

And so with melanin,

I paint.

I paint melancholy.

I paint a usual picture:

Problems we have in Africa.

I paint, I paint.

I paint melancholy...

[Written circa 1757hrs, 04/01/2012. Inspired by the "Coliseum Challenge," at P.O.E.T.S (People Of Equal Thoughts & Spirit) ]