The mechanics of life
Keep clocking away
Grinding away at the tip
Filling away until the point of no return
I look to the side
Time rings my neck
Turns my world around
Like a flip of a coin
And I find it funny
Laugh myself into a state
I look and it’s too late
And she’s late
She feels used
By my dick and the fetus
The world is full of us
Wonder who used to kill the extra baby when China had capped births
Now you see me now you don’t
~ Musawenkosi Tshoaele
heart beating against my lungs
beating on my lungs
like bullet holes
pouring out blood streams
that stem out into red roses
that fall like cement petals
that form networks
that maps out the distance between states
that remain closed by the bipolar
is it mad max
or an observer
pg block like an explora
call the God center
but hell is scrambling my signal to heaven
don’t know if I’m praying to God or looking up to the Devil
the more smiles
hiding my joy
behind my tears
burns through my fatherless veins
and itch like inyaope..pho
smoking up the house so to choke up the evil spirits
only to find them tanning on the roof of your high…
…on your own supply
they got you beat didn’t they…
breathing through straws
your throat is cut remember…
mining my way to the afterlife
wondering why they can’t hear me
on and off the platform of death
while life is trying to pass you by
first stop New Canada
kuya ngawe if bayaku loya
noma ugcwele ukudlala…dlala mkhwenyana…
~ Musawenkosi Tshoaele
Reaching your goals is a matter of discipline.
You do certain things in certain ways you are bound to achieve a certain result.
What you would call having a “Farmer’s Mindset.”
Where what you reap is a result of what you sow.
And if you find powerful enough reasons to focus your attention and your actions towards a goal that means a lot to you, the higher your chances are of achieving.
Doing something every day that will bring you closer to you desires, will eventually lead you to them.
Which is something Jim Rohn mentioned is something that is easy to do and also easy not to do.
– Musawenkosi Tshoaele
We used to call it witchcraft my girlfriend and I.
Even had a stab at it with my sister.
She used to study over an hour’s drive from home.
So we used declare to…
The road maybe…
Or are they all part of the same thing?
On the kind of cars we wanted to see on the way highway.
One time we made our intention to see a monster truck.
Not a very common sight to put modestly.
Put on our way home we took a detour to some upmarket mall to do some window shopping.
Next thing I know we are in a music store trying out some video game they were promoting.
It was a car game.
A monster truck car game.
I stopped halfway through and laughed at how bizarre this works.
How some way some how we managed to attract this desire offhandly and it found a way to come into our life experience.
We do this all the time.
To a point where my girl and I started writing down the things we wanted in our lives.
We don’t do it as much now…maybe it has to do with our fear of success?
But we used to, and man did the most delightful of things come our way…
In the weirdest of ways did they come.
In a sly kind of way, that we were thrilled about them.
Then it became kind of taboo.
Asking ourselves whether we deserved such goodness.
To a point, unconsciously of course, where we attracted jobs that took so much of our time that we couldn’t make the time, choose not to would be more correct, to intentionally create our lives by scripting it into life.
The hard way has become so familiar that, funny enough, it has become our comfort zone.
But now that she’s working her way out of these self defeating habits I guess I should speak for myself.
….let’s get to work then.
This is me going back to my “witchcrafting” ways.
Would you like me to give you a formula for success?
It’s quite simple, really.
Double your rate of failure.
You are thinking of failure as the enemy of success.
But it isn’t at all.
You can be discouraged by failure or you can learn from it.
So go ahead and make mistakes.
Make all you can.
Because remember that’s where you will find success.
~ Thomas J. Watson