A Steady Temperament
Posted: August 30, 2017 Filed under: Writings by one ambidextrous... 6 Commentsbelieve in yourself
but above all, be aware of your abilities
and keep your mind open to possibilities
but be reasonable and don’t overestimate your capabilities
stay grounded and seek primarily an understanding of human affairs
and don’t let disquietude or zeal cloud your judgement
but rather let honest perspective be the regulator of your ambition
and always maintain a steady temperament
Lessons for the Seasons
Posted: August 27, 2017 Filed under: Writings by one ambidextrous... Leave a commentExercise your right of free association
But anticipate resistance, for without it, there can be no mission
And if you value ownership, then pursue a stock or in simple terms, own a part of a business
But only do so by investing in a venture which you have some certainty about the predictability as pertains to the sustainability of its competitive advantage
Stay away from the weak of mind and wicked of character to avoid blight
Instead, keep in good company so that you can be blessed
Remember, the size of a man is no index of his importance
And the world will never put a higher estimate on you than you put on yourself
So practise self-reliance if you wish to realise or attain self-determination
Let your resolve be strengthened relative to the degree of your opposition
And remember, the journey to understanding begins with a curious inclination, then observation, attention, contextual correlation, application, and finally clarification
10 Questions (Be Mine)
Posted: August 23, 2017 Filed under: Inhibitions Illustrated, Words In Imaginary Motion 1 CommentDoes he take the time
To appreciate how fine your waistline…
Or how delicate your behind…
Does he evoke the sublime
Or treat you like a treasure find…
Whet your mind, wine and dine…
Are you every fruit in his eye
Does he shield your heart from the lies…
Is he your ride or die…
If not, why won’t you be mine?
Constantia iii: Law & Principle
Posted: August 21, 2017 Filed under: Words In Imaginary Motion 3 CommentsSetting: Dawn Avenue, Constantia
Personae: Sir M. Thatcher – a businessman; Francis – a reporter
They don’t call me moneybags for nothing. I’m preferentially protected. Remember, bankruptcy probability is inversely proportional to wealth rank!
So in essence you’re saying the lower one’s economic status the greater the possibility for lack?
And vice versa. Yes, that’s precisely how wealth distribution works. I’m very fortunate and contented in this position.
So would be any of us, were we to find ourselves in the same. No man finds satisfaction in perpetual poverty.
Life is full of juxtapositions, ain’t it? Also, let me remind you that although wealth can be thrust upon, a position of power one has to assume.
Pareto principle at play perhaps?
More like Zipf’s law
Lord Cuddle’s Cradle Cravings
Posted: August 18, 2017 Filed under: Words In Imaginary Motion Leave a commentshe had nothing on but a sarong
Polynesian pareu
hair down to her shoulders flowing
hips moving – full view
as she serenaded him with song
trying his best to stay calm
but mesmerised by her glow
never before had he laid eyes on a creature this beautiful
nothing short of a godsend angel
lavender sleep
cradle cravings
deep in dream
was Lord Cuddle
The Question of Relevance
Posted: August 15, 2017 Filed under: Writings by one ambidextrous... 2 CommentsHe’d thought of his unfair share of ways to achieve world domination
But then realised he didn’t want to end up in pursuit of a Darien scheme
The fragility of his shell
Up against the resilience of his will
Peak and trough nightmares
Zigzagged dreams they’re always selling
Everywhere signs claiming to be gateways to success and riches
But just as that scientific observation which is limited by the assumptions of a theory
The question of relevance
Has been reduced to an enquiry into the prevalent within the context of a period
Poems, Charms & God’s Vineyard (x)
Posted: August 13, 2017 Filed under: Inhibitions Illustrated, Words In Imaginary Motion 9 CommentsCan’t give one single reason
But know that you’re the one I love
Put that on everything!
And if you doubt me one bit
All I ask is that you wait ’til such evening
When I can get home to you where I belong
Be that you’d have moved on
No longer mine to hold
O, woe to such thought!
I know not how to cope with such loss
Because you take away my love then you take away all hope
And without you there’s nothing left in the world to gain
Only pain and pithy poems
Which you never cared to read
Yet only you could ever read me right
Remember you said
It pains that our lives are mapped out
That we hold no future together
That you need to force yourself to let go?
Well, I say
Our lives are mapped out, yes – but that creates chance
And if fate has it in our future to find ourselves together again
Trust, you can have it all
The Question of Creation
Posted: August 8, 2017 Filed under: Writings by one ambidextrous... 4 Commentsmoonlight shining through
the window of my room
dawn is coming
almost wishing it didn’t arrive so soon
majestic mystery
bright rock gives winter morning rare calm?
in this moment
the question of creation doesn’t seem to matter so much somehow
only that I am here right now
The Right Routine
Posted: August 6, 2017 Filed under: Writings by one ambidextrous... 4 Commentsleave no room for free radicals to roam
keep self clean and watch what you eat
establish a routine that revitalises your spirit and restores balance
for me just four hours of sleep, a jug of water and a jog in the morning
then a soak in oils and salts with my fruit bowl
works perfectly well
and sets me up just right for a long day of toil
exercise clear thought
and visualise how your work will impact the next
create pleasant memories for keepsake
live for the moment
stay forever present
and you may just come to the realisation
that you already have everything you ever wanted
and that well-being like gratitude
should never be taken for granted
Clean Quarters
Posted: August 2, 2017 Filed under: Inhibitions Illustrated 6 CommentsFresh scribble for every new debacle
When surrounded by extremes
That’s how I find my way to the middle
The happy place where everything is still and peaceful
Living and loving a little
And I still marvel at life’s spectacles
Knowing all is not always what it seems
But existence always mirrors how one feels