Go Crypto!

Don’t be slow to the draw
Get involved with those intangible coins
‘Cause the higher the stock to flow ratio goes
You already know the better choice
As far as where your value should be stored

And as long as you’re not an outright gambler like Don
You can go ahead, go like Inspector Gadget, go!

Forest, My Friend

There’s nothing wrong with starting small

But without scale or growth, there can be no sustainability or survival

It’s not hard to imagine that a mountain is made up of small rocks

Which naturally, if not layered above ground, disintegrate to soil beneath feet

It’s not hard to imagine that a forest is made up of small groves

And that a road starts off as a narrow course

Love with a gaze

And that a revelation emerges from the maze

Not hard to imagine, or is it?

Power Brokers: The Case of Connie & Teiid vs The People (ii)

All he wanted was to direct markets, payments and innovation like Dave Ramsden
But he didn’t want to be a currency dictator like Montagu Norman

All she wanted was to exercise her powers in the shadows like Dorothy Thompson
But she didn’t want to be part of a structure like the Court of the Bank of England

So when they met at the beach hotel on Cap d’Antibes
They discussed their shared views on money and the impending crisis
And how together they could profit from it

But in order to do so they had to devise a strategy
To set in motion a scheme that would dwarf the Match King’s
And they planned the execution to a tee
Viewing their alliance as a match made in heaven
One that would handle the crisis better than Roger Ferguson and Annette Nazareth during 9/11

(to be cont’d)

Bonds

A bond is a business and every business is a bond

To the unlock the keys to success requires buy-in and commitment, predicated on the expectation of maximum value extraction from a proposition

And once there’s an agreed Shamir’s secret sharing like setup, all parties can have full confidence in a shareholding scheme

Hope Brings Every Good Season

Wish you a heavenly existence
And happiness forever – not only this festive season
Hope you live through every experience
As if eternity was a moment
And love was every thought, every feeling and every action
Pray you have more open exchanges
And that you pay less Tobin taxes
Hope you carry every promise into the future with good intent
If for no other reason than the greater good

art & the price of recognition

A colorful creation
Or perfect picture painted
Yet only exhibited in the imagination
Remains undervalued like some obscure work in the Dokolo collection
Just another masterpiece undercelebrated
Even if in the mind’s eye every shade’s reflected
From royal red to blue like a Rothko at a Sotheby’s auction
Because only for what’s manifested
Will the artist be credited
Not for inspiration
Only that which has been created

white collar black market

they talk of being woke
but at the same time turn a blind eye
while white collar ties to black market crimes in commercial enterprise
exacerbate the social plight
of those at the bottom of the economic divide

but what to expect when freedom is not necessary for the organism to survive
wisdom not part of the narrative of what makes civilisation thrive
when one needs no light to have a good night
and it’s convenient to believe the lies
isn’t that the tragedy of our times folk?

Her Heart

She understood empire building
And how to position herself at the centre like Lady Lugard
Nifty when pulling the strings and always true to her feelings
A real woman, no facade 

no heaven for a heathen

significance is predicated on the presence of substance
so in the absence of meaning there can be no essence
and when things manifest in our lives that seemingly don’t make sense or meet our expectations
perhaps it’s because we missed the connection between our thoughts, feelings and actions
the consequence of which is a life with no purpose

A Song for Alyssa too

Time with you is always gone too soon
Like the sun in the south when it’s June
But I hope even when the seasons change
In your heart there’ll still be room

Hold me tight and wear my embrace
Until my scent becomes your perfume
Blame my imagination on this full moon
But I see visions of our child from the womb to your bosom

So beautiful
Like a flower in full bloom