A MISHMASH, MEETING OF SITUATIONS

Into my subconscious, my thoughts, the relevance of what  has been, what is and what will be. A frisson awakens my soul, death before life, blubbers of hunger, unspoken truths, unexplored desires, expectations , dark truths, white lies. 

It took shape in that murky mysterious place – a rushed, fumbled  grumble. It became what it became. An unintentional emotional phenomenon, shaping in slapping stomping roughness  sweat. A force, unto a much needed surrender. An emulation of a thing that is progression, that can never be termination. A rushed, fumbled  grumble – a  thought that could be what you make it to be.  

An instinctive realism, a mishmash meeting of situations –  an anticlimax in that film of a huge disruption. Bang! Bang! A peak. An explosion! A climatic climax coiling over-and-beyond, thundering like the mysterious drums that echo at dawn. An echo of progression. A spiritual sequence. You have to care!

 “Somebody has to care.”  You have to care, or you are not going to go anywhere. It’s a preface to everything you put your mind and soul to. You have to care! Whether you are drunk or sober, standing or falling, sleeping or awake. You have to care! Be clear-headed like your subconscious, for those that try to escape their sobriety , are always trying to escape their reality, their subconscious is biting deep into their soul. You have to care for those lips you put your kiss on. Care for those thighs you warm with your hands. Care in the dark and care in the light.

The revolution of the soul is becoming but, can only be realised by the flourishing body. It is the root of a progressive persona. A blubber of hunger, unspoken truths, unexplored desires, expectations , dark truths, white lies. It cannot be a rush, it cannot be a fumble, it cannot be a grumble.

It is a mishmash, meeting of situations. It is life that knows that death is to be expected, ‘for where there is life there is death’. Every smooth road has its humps and bumps -  as life has affections, amusements, extreme dislikes and mourning.   

 Into my consciousness, my reality, my relevance of what  has been, what is and what will be.

The future is coming*                                   

WORD TO THE MISHMASH REVOLUTION

Linda Sakazi Thwala