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::Hold Fast:: posted on November 4, 2011 - 3:53pm
Courage is almost a contradiction in terms. It means a strong desire to live taking the form of a readiness to die. “He that will lose his life, the same shall save it,” is not a piece of mysticism for saints and heroes. It is a piece of everyday advice for sailors or mountaineers. It might be printed in an Alpine guide or a drill book. This paradox is the whole principle of courage; even of quite earthly or quite brutal courage. A man cut off by the sea may save his life if he will risk it on the precipice.
Sing a sad love song and bury me in the sky posted on November 2, 2011 - 6:16pm
I passed out on Sunday night, not due to substance abuse (albeit three Guinness and sherm smoke) but one of those unexplained moments when your body gives out. It’s happened to me once before, sometime in 2003 when I was with Jorge and Roger in Ntinda. We had just arrived in town from a trip to Hoima and having been seated for several hours I got out of the car to yawn and stretch me limbs. I opened the door, stood up, stretched my hands ready to embrace the full splendour of life and ZAP, the lights went out.
Never Saw You Coming posted on October 19, 2011 - 5:53pm
I am the lonelyThe ones who slip awayI am the secretThe words we dare sayI am the promise I'm about to break...again I am the leaderWho cannot find the wayI am the preacherWho somehow lost the faithI am the begger reaching out my hands...again And I never saw you comingI could never dream of runningI have never known such love beforeMy God, you come, come and breathe your breath in meSteal away what's left of meTil you are mine and I am yours I am the lover with no one to holdI am the seeker with an empty soulI'm everyone who's ever lost hope And I never saw you comingI could never dream of runningI have never known such love beforeMy God, you come, come and breathe your breath in meSteal away what's left of meTil you are mine and I am yours Fall like stars on my shoreStill you are so much more
Beyond This Mountain posted on October 18, 2011 - 3:36pm
Dear Love, I’m chasing after you no more, I’ve done this too many atime before and my feet are sore.  This path has been long, arduous and forlorn;  I don’t want to go on. Is there more to this life than you Must I forever seek to notbe blue And yet find nothing to erase the hue  Is it true that you always comethrough  If the heart that patiently waits is open and true Am I a fool tobelieve in you
Epitaph posted on September 22, 2011 - 7:44pm
Even such is Time, which takes in trustOur youth, our joys, and all we have,And pays us but with age and dust;Who in the dark and silent grave,When we have wandered all our ways,Shuts up the story of our days:And from which earth, and grave, and dust,The Lord shall raise me up, I trust..........................................................Sir Walter Raleigh
Aurora posted on July 27, 2011 - 2:49pm
The loving night is spentArms tight around the pillow; lingering scentHere comes the light, shadows away to dispelVisions and dreams to dissipate Hold the nightHold me tightHeart fraught with care and strifeWould know more of sweet delight Night is fledDawn kisses faceMorning dew on lips, tender touch, soft caressOpen mouth, open heart; gentle sigh, lost in space Dawn is broken,  Darkness is fled
Introspection posted on July 18, 2011 - 12:14pm
If you can help it, don’t visit your skeletons too often.--------------------------------------------ScotchBiscuits
Becomingness posted on July 14, 2011 - 4:58pm
Every one ought to hold fast, not his faults, but his peculiarities, so as to retain more easily the becomingness which is the subject of our inquiry. We ought, indeed, to act in such a way as shall be in no respect repugnant to our common human nature; yet, holding this sacred, let us follow our individual nature, so that, if there are other pursuits in themselves more important and excellent, we yet may measure our own pursuits by the standard of our own nature.-------------------------------------------------Marcus Tullius Cicero
The King and I posted on July 13, 2011 - 3:41pm
Back in the early 90s, when I was in primary school, I was required to watch the 9’oclock news and give my mother a report when she got back home. Bbale Francis was the king of night-time news and invariably he started the bulleting with “President Yoweri Museveni…”  There was the one TV station back then, so there wasn’t much choice in the matter and I had to sit through Sevo opening this hospital, cutting ribbons at that ground-breaking and generally dispensing advice to his fellow Ugandans to engage in small scale industry before I could catch a glimpse of Shaka Zulu, Riviera or Herr Derrick. I was aware of a couple of things back then; that my mother’s generation had seen some dark times and that Yoweri ‘son of Kaguta’ Museveni was the greatest man in all the lands of Uganda.
Poet's Heart posted on July 4, 2011 - 2:00pm
I wrote to you somewhere in south Australiaa poet's heart in the eye of a hurricaneI struggle with finding words to sing these days i saidas if my thoughts are waiting in the wingsfor the stage to clear and you in your elegance and humour fill the roomyour love and your concernyour anger at the injustice of man's narrowness and fearI thank you for being here. You wrote of love from the coast of Mendocinoa poet's heart crying a fighter's tearsthe children of your body spread out across this earthlike messages written across time,measuring the years. And you in your elegance and humour fill the roomyour love and your concernyour anger at the injustice of man's narrowness and fearI thank you for being here. I heard your songs reach out to Californiaa poet's heart locked in the Coeur d’Alene