Trust Company

He thought – why not just trade it all in 

Nationality, identity, family, society

And like Tom Bayer the financier 

Move to some island that’s not a dependency of a major foreign power

And there settle in 

Start building and free dealing

But then he started considering

On the other side, is the grass even green?

Is it not easier just acquiescing and complying?

Is freedom even attainable in a society based ecosystem?

Is true freedom not the death of all dependency? 

Meaning the idea could be nothing more than just a fancy

And humanity inherently has a need for belonging 


F

frenzy
in financial markets
is a portent
of pecuniary failure




Lo and Behold

Songs of innocence are no more
All that’s left are voices under the control of moguls like Vincent Bolloré
Still they bellow, at the top of their lungs, but the sound never reaches shore from the slave boats
Even as they sail the trade routes
Ivory Coast, Gabon, Cameroon, Congo

And the silent wars go on
Right under their noses
While they embrace narratives manufactured on bible paper
Unbeknownst to them, their souls remain very much shackled


The Reflection of Self

a sense of self-importance and moral superiority breeds self-righteousness

and self-deprecation, low self-esteem or having no sense of self-worth shatters dreams

all such things considered bring clarity to the reality that is

you are what you believe


Bringing Forth Growth

there appears to be a correlation between growth and an increased responsibility load

and managing both is an expansionist’s service oath

also, decisive action and accountability when at fault one cannot afford to compromise on

because doing what others won’t typically makes you captain of the boat

but know that your character shall be tested and if not totally committed to the cause, you’ll come up short


Game of Throngs (vii)

Discontent with the body politic or prevailing economic system is not preternatural
However, a deep dive into the inner workings of such common phenomena
With a view to taking decisive action that’d meaningfully address disatisfaction with that status quo appears so

Now, can we not attribute that to the countless failures of seditious attempts
Aimed at effecting change, yet steeped in shallow ideals
Rebellions fuelled by ignorance and a lack of understanding and reasoning of the elevated nature?
Uprisings often thwarted by a simple combination of force and relative superior intellectual savour

People, is it not unfortunate then
That many have much to fear and no well-defined aspirations to pursue with fervour?
And is that not why those having little to live for or live on
Are almost always on the frontlines of war?


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?


35 ‘til I die

35

The last few years have been a wild ride. Laying down foundations, building, growing. Conquests and triumphs and a fair amount of challenges and tragedies. All part of the journey.

Through it all, I never stopped writing. Was simply working on other forms. Slightly different to the material you typically find on this blog.

If interested in that other side, you’re welcome to check out the work.

Stay safe,
love always

I of July

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