I want to go far away
A distance from the smog
Get out of these shoes
Retire from the formality of the pin stripe
This tie reminds me of a noose
I want to go somewhere
Where I’ll greet each sunrise like an Olympic event
Tie my boot laces
Climb hostile terrain
Live on a ranch
Off the grid
Deep in the woods somewhere
Spot wildlife unexpectedly
Chase after impala
Only to see its beauty at a closer vantage point
Smell the taste of the range
Embrace the width of the plain
Go back into time
Light a lantern
Sit on a porch listening to crickets
And the rest of the night time choir
Look into the eyes of the pitch dark forest
Circumvent fear
And the associated trepidation of introspection
Find my soul somewhere in the solitude of the forest
Hone my archery capability
Give nature what it has given me
Balance the scales ever so lightly
Earn a livelihood hunting poachers
Kill trophy hunters for a sport
Enjoy the olympics

knox mahlaba
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Author of Back From The Dead: The Rising of an African Spirit
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scenic route

A simple lust for simple things
Burning grass shedding its past
Smoke sending signals to destiny
Asking gods to prepare a feast
A harvest of dreams
Heirs to the past
Conduits to the future
The journey within a paradise
A parade of chameleons and dragons
Colourful feathers ushering a new dawn
Sailing the limits of my conscious
Entertained by laughing waters
Rapids revving up the motion of the canoe
Ripples in the pool
Reminding me of life
Fragile by nature
Here today, gone in an instant
Taking the scenic route
Satisfied, satiated, sated
Appreciation is heaven

Copyright © knox mahlaba 2014
Author – Back From The Dead: The Rising of an African Spirit