Journey Away From Home.

I don’t want to go,
but i have to,
for there lies my Gold
which cannot be sold,
for there lies my diadem
which cannot be condemned,
for there lies my future
which cannot be punctured,
but where it will be shaped and structured.

Though i do not deny it,
the love and kindness you shower me with,
the batons of encouragement you hit me with, the peace,shelter and security and other goodness which my hand skipped to write due to the joy in my heart.

You know i have to go,
but you smile saying “You have to”,
deep down i know you wished it doesn’t have to be so,
and you wished i could stay a little bit.

Yes we both know i have to go,see and conquer,
as that will be your pride,
which are decorated horses on which you shall ride, kings and not mere men stand side by side making way for you as you take the joyful stride and your face beaming with smiles, for that is what i want for us.
So put me in your daily supplication and they shall fly like doves to my new location to spur me in the direction of great triumph.
I have to go, for that is where it all lies.


The Lazy are Empty

The Lazy Are Empty.
Lets go back home,
my stomach is longing for food,
now you say you are hungry,
but i am angry,
this is fruitless and useless,
what do we tell mama at home,
when we go back with our empty bag slung over our sholder.
what do we tell her?
That the animals went for a feast,
that the trees had grown higher than our height,
that the plants have all dried up,
and we wandered about through the lonely forest, yet we couldn’t find anything.

Mama, we are back,
our strenght draining like a leaking bucket,
and our sweat gland emiting sweat like water but we can’t drink it, it is saltry!
where is the meat,the fruits and the plants?
so you may eat and kill hunger.
mama,they are all in our bags,
is it outside? These are empty!
Outside? No they are not,
Emptiness, mama is what we brought back,
for the forest is empty,
we wandered and wandered to no avail,
we heard the parrot say “the animals went for a feast,
we saw the trees shoot up as they saw us,
the plants dried up with our touch,
then we came home.

You say you saw the parrot,
couldn’t you shoot at it?
You say you saw the trees shoot up,
what are your hands and legs for?
if not to climb.
You say, you touch the plant and they dried up, why wouldn’t they, when they saw lazy hands on them.
Emptiness is what you brought,
laziness is what you shall eat tonight,
for all along i had heard your voices at the back of the hut. Was that your forest?