There are far worse things in life than closeted homophobes and bad grammar - at least that's what I've been told

Considering I haven't posted a poem in a quite a while here, and also there has been no post in the past... arghh, I don't know anymore. Time just seems to do its own thing. And I've never been one to stress about much, so I stole a post from an unpublished series of work that will never make it to the light of day.

from: Diary of the Infidel:

When a bad day comes-a-knocking, whether it comes in the form of a “dear john” letter (as a prelude to a broken heart) or even as a an armageddon-like flaming ball of death, it’s always best to do more than bellyache, bitch, gripe and curse the heavens (whatever might be up there).


Reality, as it turns out, is a better pincher (to get you out of the dream world) than, say, a pinch itself.

Unfortunately the world is made up of more than fantasies, nightmares and bad friends. There are a truck load of things that one must contend with in pursuit of the finish line. But, wait, doesn’t the finish line come with its own dose of finality? We all seem to be racing and chasing the end, as if there is more to it than a funeral, expensive coffins, bad eulogies, fraudulent “last wills” and maggots.

When we get caught up in our own distractions; be it a weekend of binging, a bad relationship, illness or certain death, we tend to forget that a bigger picture exists.

I say this again, there’s more to life than the “little things”. They might seem like hurdles today but, tomorrow promises to deliver far bigger hurdles than today may offer. The trick, should we be so brazen as to call it that, is to look, learn and grow.

Some of us, truth be told, left learning behind along with the days of multiplication-tables and “a-is-for-apple”. The wisdom of learning from the past (the mistakes, bad deeds and deviations) appears to have lost its appeal. The novelty of learning has been overtaken by the need to have more.

More than yesterday. More than the neighbour. More than everyone else.

If you are not out there hustling, bustling and fighting (tooth and nail) for more, clearly there is something the matter with you.

Greed, it seems, is the currency of the times.

Trade in your humility for a box full of “more”.

More of what?

More of the same garbage we’ve been getting.

More prejudice. More doubt. More complications. More distractions and more confusion.

There’s more to life than people we aren’t too fond of and the decline of a language.

Read between the lines.

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Namaste