Indaba We will come like avengers from the four corners of the earth where we have been scattered and gather. Here around this fire we will tell stories of how we triumphed blazed through failures like wildfire and jumped the line of discord that tried to derail and intimidate. Here we will remember that we are someone mighty and valiant our Ori go before us and we are not afraid. No we cannot be stopped our energy comes from remembering. We are forked lightning that can never be stopped.
What Shall I Teach? I am no saint so how can I teach how can I lead you to your destiny? What do I have to offer but my stumbles and falls those it seems I gave my all? These must be enough. You can look all you want to put me under your microscope I still will be me. Go ahead and judge me see I failed many tests still have no formula for success but I have my identity. I know I am weak I know I have let you down when you try to give me my crown. I know I am not perfect. But this is good somehow. I can sprinkle big drops of wisdom on parched ground. I know each morning dew will let my words find you. I know my life can bless the grass that still has tenderness. I know my life can shower your herb garden bring you healing.
So Much Trouble in the World The devil says... Let's imbibe negativity find all the hate and insensitivity give it exclusivity and a voice. Let's kill all that is good until every last soul cries as those around them die helplessly hopelessly... But can we try to resist the temptation to revel in distate and hate? Can we try to find good again smile again walk in the light again even when we wrestle with our private pain?
Healthy Decadence We carry the sins of those who do not look within and see how the tall tale they spin begins the decay of the soul of a people. How they piss on Justice, practicing marksmen who target the dreams of the youth. Bloated with self-importance we feed the monster they have become. Here is no place for progress, in stagnat suffocating sargasso we sink slowly while our potential lay defeated over-powered by Life's meaninglessness. With vigor we thrive in circles, unendingly, and tremble at how far we have receded under the thumb of progress. Their progress
Still Running Still running even when I fall and have to crawl. Still running even when the bullies stand tall and try to overshadow me. Still running though fear trips me along the way. Still running even when I'm out of breath. Still running can't stop because to stop is death.
Social Experiment Step right in and take a seat. Look around and be scared. Nothing is as it seems and never will but now you can see a real crime scene. You thought you were free? Yes indeed! But it seems you are not? You thought your cause was right and you fought with all your might until they removed the screen of deceit. But then they brought you out the puppeteer and your realised... you were not the ventriloquist.
Hostile Takeover It was so easy... Winner takes all everyone loses here. Death is a dusty bed partner but the red hot coals of hate too sweet to put out of reach. She never saw it coming words sicklier than honey dripped from venomous lips like a cat-o-nine whip deadly stiff with envy and hate. It is too late to get back those yesterdays of feel good friendship and fairplay? Now we stand on opposite sides while blood and gore runs through our tomorrows as we heave regretful sighs.