Summer in Azania (ii)

Seagulls glide above the aquamarine waters
As the sun sinks into the ocean
Orange hues on the horizon
Walkers on the promenade in close quarters

Out in the open
Nature’s backdrop
Lovers holding hands
Summer romance

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Hustlers & Hymns

take charge of your money bud
and never trust the big banks like these chumps
hell, getcha a lil’ Bitcoin or some…
and if that’s not aligned with your risk appetite then rather bury some in the dust
whatever you need to do to protect your wealth

as one must

just saying… don’t be part of the bail-in, I’m tellin’ ya son!

heard that…

just the other day
Jerome was in the media house

Powell?

yeah man
and guess what?

he was watching his mouth?

you’re damn right, he was!

(together) awww! (chuckles)

been telling you since day
the Fed ain’t got the answers man

too true!

but we still gotta put the little we have to work and double up

on God!

believe that!
just flip to Matthew 25 verses 14 to 30 and you’ll see

say no more, let’s get it!


A Song for Alyssa

a soft breath of wind
escapes your sweet lips
everytime you smile

and your pretty eyes
have a golden glint
that lights up my life

so when the sky is tint
keep in mind that sunset dips
bring tomorrow’s sunshine

you’re forever on my mind
so I’m playing for keeps
hoping this lasts a lifetime


Civilisation Under Reconstruction

with originality as the new currency of value
maybe habits won’t be mistaken for continuity or consistency

you see – they still like tiaras and carats
but don’t subscribe to romantic love or marriage
and who’s to say there’s anything wrong with that?

look – they consider pedigree over character
shadows over skeletons
shallows over depths
but what if they are right for it?

besides, is any instance of creation everlasting?


Fresh is Familiar

yearning, longing, craving
when emotions flow through the crevices
of a hardened heart

the all too familiar feeling
when searching for the missing pieces
or seeking a fresh start



Rise

now that you’re rich
remember to be discreet
like Daniel Ludwig

words he’d repeat
during self-talk
each morning
upon rising to his feet