POETRY MEETS MOTION

in my head clouds. a bunch of ballonies. he accuses me. i shoot back. ego. trips. to. hell. we be burning till there is nothin to turn up for anymore. gimme more. i'll never get enough. i want an answer. but all i keep getting is butthole bubbles. all i hear is blah. blah. blah. all i read is lol. and ha ha ha. emoticon. i am too emotional to type down my feelings on whatsapp any longer. who really cares for my story. who really got an attention span long enough to listen closely. silence is platinum but I keep screaming jesus is dead but i keep dreaming of Moses and the red sea. wanna be. wanna be. so many wanna be's. I forgot there are orginals.  but even the originals are mass-produced so how can they be original?

The freedom of choice is undermined by attacks of the predators. Predators who lurk everywhere. Even in the mist of angels and fairies. We are constantly manipulated by media. Newspapers. Magazines. TV. The world wide web.  Our opinions are molded into a mass-conscious-oriented-box-thinking-structure. Have you noticed? We are aiming to get more followers and more likes instead of aiming for a higher consciousness and a clearer understanding of ourselves, the people around us, our environment and the world as a whole. We miss to see the connecting dots. We are caught up looking fly and being #onfleek. We forget the essential swimming in a pool of inessential. Let us keep reminding ourselves where we come from, what we're here for and where we are heading to!  Let us all dig deeper. Deeper than the surface we are presentef with on a daily base. A surface we consider to be the real thing when in all actuality is is nothing but a bloody illusion. A make-belief. Your wildest dreams...