Essequibo Sunset

Sunset over the Essequibo River always seem magical or mystical. The dark, dreary clouds block the sun's last stance. They engulf him, forcing him beyond the horizon as he struggles to his inevitable end. He had fought a good fight and did his duty well but now his strength is gone and he is jaded.



Darkness approaches, as streaks of the sun's light penetrate the clouds and hit the water. Rough waters rejoicing at the coming of the darkness. They roar and roll, frolicking as demonic horses neighing the the conquering of the light by the Dark One.



The winds blow cold and wet seemingly complementing the raucous waves, steadily humming a dark hymn of destruction.



The darkness will soon prevail and the Dark One will rise. But his time is short. Joy cometh in the Morning.

A piece of heaven

The murky waters rippled gently as the weak wind blew through the trees, which swayed lazily as if time didn't matter. The sun was sinking slowly, casting gloomy and ghostly shadows over the unknown stream. Suckers planted on the banks of the stream alluded to human interference on this otherwise natural and picturesque landscape.

People pay a great sum of money to find themselves in these types of surroundings, where they can have their "own" stream, luscious fruit trees in their backyard, wild (but not dangerous) animals on their land, waking up to the joyous chorus of the birds in the morning and falling asleep to the sounds of the croaking frogs and chirping cricket. The sound of rain falling on the zinc roof and the room dimly lit by the low wattage incandescent bulb hanging from the rafters create a warm cozy feeling that takes you back to the happy places in your life. The sound of the stream tricking by adds to calm that surrounds you.

Sadly, these simple things in life are overlooked in the modern world where everyone wants to be the most successful, the most rich and the most powerful person they could be. These ambitions usually cause many families to break up as wives, husbands and children are often neglected.

We spend our lives making money to provide for our families but end up losing them in the long term. We save our money to buy a piece of heaven for our retirement but spend our lives in hell....

Cherish the time you spend with your family, enjoy the simple outdoor living for a few days, buy your peace of mind.

Stoned....

Take me away, back into the clouds of euphoria, floating around without a care in the world. Music moves me, its a powerful drug, more addictive than many, many guilty pleasures. I daresay even more addictive than cocaine, sex/porn and alcohol.

It touches you on so many levels, lift you up, throws you down, gets your heart racing then lets you wind down to a gentle stop.

I love listening to songs composed in the Minor Scales, its said to be melancholic and depressing. But this is what calms me, I'm a dark person literally, perhaps I'm also dark figuratively.

I close my eyes and drift away, inhaling the deep soulful melancholic sounds, like a powerful drug, I keep coming back for more. I find my alone time here. Peaceful..

Listening to Lovestoned as I type, think of clouds as I hear the strings of a violin being tweaked, thinking of my wife, thinking of calm, thinking of my daughter....

God made music for man to enjoy, find your corner and think of His beautiful world and the many things He placed on it for you to enjoy.

Ahh...music in the minor scales...keeps me rambling on for no reason...my addiction...my drug...

Ordinary life

If you ever had to walk a mile in his shoes, then you'd really understand what it's like to sing the blues - That was a line from the song "What It's Like" by Everlast

Many people look at me, at my car, my house, my quick elevation within the company I work for and probably think I'm working for a huge salary. I've made it big, I've hit the jackpot, I'm one of them rich ones they say.

First of all, everything I own is as a result of the blessings of God. Secondly, my wife and family all contributed to what we have so it is basically a collective blessing.

There were times in my life where I had to borrow money to survive and keep my home from being repossessed. Many times I wanted to take a day off and spend money wantonly behind frivolous things. I may have done so a few times but I've learned from the error of my ways.

It would have been nice to live a carefree life, make a set of children in the hopes that one day when I'm old, one of them will look after me. But I'm not built that way, my parents never raised be to be like that. I learned about hard work (not necessarily manual labour) in my early years and I was told to study hard to get an education.

Education is the vehicle out of poverty and I strongly believe it to be so. However, determination, application and integrity are the controls of that vehicle and ultimately the road of success will be seem to be gentle rolling plains instead of rugged mountain trails.

I write this not to boast or brag about my accomplishments, my wife is far greater than me but I write this to reflect on my ordinary life and I'm grateful for the values instilled in me by my mother and her example of working with blood sweat and tears intermingled.

My ordinary life compels me to speak out against persons who pity themselves who say they can't do better, who does not ensure their children go to school to educate themselves. My heart burns when I see them drinking for days and smoke like chimneys, money used to destroy their lives could have been spent on food for their children or books for them to go to school.

They say "one one dutty build dam" - every dollar saved and thoughtfully used can put you on the path to a better life. However, there are many who love the sad circumstances surrounding them and have no intentions of securing the future of their children.

I feel nothing for them and their apparent largeheartedness towards others, charity begins at home, make sure your children's future are secure. I pity the children of parents like these.

Ignorance is a bad thing, knowledge is power... how do you teach that to the ignorant?

Wandering mind...

The constant noise emanating out of the AC unit sounds like the roar of the ocean waves, relentlessly pounding away at the little fortress of sanity left inside of me. I imagine myself sitting on the seawall looking outwards at the waves as they come rolling towards me like clockwork. They are neither gentle or rough, their texture and demeanor lies somewhere in between those two extremes.

I have never known such middle grounds, never found the balance in life people always talk about. The people close to me have noted time and again that I'm always at the end of the bell curve, never on the curve, never in the normal range, never moderate. This can be either bad or good, they see it as bad. To me its all semantics, either I'm a genius or I'm insane, I'm either brilliant or I'm a dunce, I'm either very passive or very aggressive. Either way I lose.

The noise remains constant as the cool wind blows across my face. I could swear I heard a rumbling somewhere, it could be the traffic on the road or my mind playing tricks on me...again. The cream walls that surround me gives off the ambiance of a cold hard concrete jungle. I miss the real jungle.

My bosses seem to realize that I need some time away from the office. I are practically begging me to go into the forest to interact with the other staff, to build connection, to clear my mind, to return renewed and recharged.

My eyes are burning, probably bloodshot because of staring at the laptop screen for so long. I feel physically drained, it could be because of the diet I'm on. Perhaps not as the food is good. Perhaps its a mental issue. The body will willing but the mind is wandering.

Wandering mind, unstable thoughts, indecisive or very decisive, stubborn, feeling somewhat caged. To keep my sanity, whats left of it, I need to impose boundaries on myself. The time will come for me to fly...the time is not now...

At the fork in the road.....

When you arrive at that intersection in your life where the single path branches off into three or four tracks, you often wish you could look into the future and peer through the mist to see what lies ahead in those unexplored regions. To have a chance to strategize, replicate, replay and enact the various scenarios needed to embark on the journey through one of these trails. Experiences, emotions and circumstances that have brought you to this juncture will most likely play an important role in helping you choose the path you feel is best for you to reach your destiny.

It is times like these you need to stand still, to meditate, to force your mind to project into the future, to extrapolate those trajectories into the unknown regions to illuminate the little space so you can have a glimpse of what is in store for you. Do not move, do not look back, stand still and let the trajectories recoil through you to the time of their origins, then let them push through once again, colliding with your mind and into the unexplored pathways. Do it over and over again.

Eventually you will understand which path you need to take. Another may choose a different path and call you a fool for the decisions you make but your destiny is not similar to theirs, your circumstances are not the same, your journey leads you elsewhere......

Deception

Looks like a nice place to relax with friends....so surreal and picturesque. Appearances can be very deceiving......