"Pondering Perspectives: Musings Within"

**Diatribe of the Heart** In the caverns of my mind, a tempest brews, A diatribe unfurls—a storm of words, A torrential downpour of discontent, Each syllable a lightning bolt of passion. I rail against the injustices of the world, The broken promises, the hollow smiles, The politicians who dance on puppet strings, Their eloquence masking deceit. My diatribe echoes through the corridors, Bouncing off the walls of indifference, A battle cry for the silenced voices, A plea for truth in a sea of lies. I dissect hypocrisy with surgical precision, Lay bare the bones of corruption, Expose the festering wounds of apathy, And demand justice, though it be elusive. But amidst the rage, a fragile hope persists, A belief that words can ignite revolutions, That diatribes can topple empires, And hearts can mend what politics shatters. So let the tempest rage, the diatribe flow, For within its tumult lies the seed of change, And perhaps, just perhaps, the world will listen, As I pour my heart into this relentless storm.

The Blue Roads to Your Mount Everest

I want to scale the blue roads that lead me to the top of your
Mount Everest
massaging them slowly
and deliberately
as I make my way up
little by little
and ponder
and deliberate
as I climb up
upward with my pink,
wet
flexible muscle
that is pointed and focused
with one objective - to reach the top
and then
I want to play on a roller coaster ride
with your pinnacle
in that
I want to climb and slide
and climb and slide
my pink,
wet,
focused muscle
until eventually your mountain
that would have been a dormant volcano
erupts
forcefully
and thickly
gushing up over
the wetness of my acceptance
as your soul empties into mine

Whisper in KNYSNA......Shhhhhhhhh, there are rumours about..

Shhhhh.............There is a Whisper: girl's hang onto your boyfriends, husbands and lovers.........women outnumber men by 10 to 1 in this town. there are so many divorcees IT MAKES THIS TOWN the divorce capital of South Africa......

The singles, divorcees, spinsters and the likes are so desperate for a man they will poach yours from right under your nose. Beware of those that hang around (a local little watering hole to pick up people on the main road) they know the golfer's love to extend the 19th hole, especially on Wednesday nights. "Pick UP Night". No man is a saint and very few can say no when it is flashed in front of his face...

The lowliest, most common Shop girl will flaunt her wears and in fact it is rumoured that your man is marked from the moment she lays eyes on him, or one of his friends. They mark them at the beginning of the evening and make bets with their friends that they will have him by the end of the evening. That estate agent that sold you your house is having lunch with your husband. She spent a steamy Saturday night in a jacuzzi with two men, one of them was your husband, the other his mate from another city, and the only one who does not know this is you. You thought he was having a quiet dinner with his mate, eating oysters and then they got stuck at a night club.....that's where he met her.. she is there every Friday and Saturday night.....hunting. your husband. No man is safe, SINGLE, MARRIED, DIVORCED, SEPARATED........ No Hotel or PRIVATE country estate, probably where you are a member is safe from RUMOUR..................YOU can catch them at - that little shanty spot ;_ HUGE pick up joint.......and the oysters are reasonably cheap!

If you care about your children make sure your husband stays indoors on Wednesdays and Fridays........Insist that he comes home straight after golf OR believe me, you will be fighting for alimony and maintenance........ask that divorcee - yes the one SNOGGING YOUR Man.....

Small town syndrome, Tsitsikamma mountain rot....... there are numerous names for the disease (we can investigate this idea later). The small town folk that have lived here for ever seem to take it in their stride, but beware if you move down here from a big city, you're vulnerable. Watch OUT!!!

This message is not for those (happy) married women only, it is also for some of the (happy) married men too, some of your wives are bored.... watch out for those book club nights and where the 'girls' hang out afterwards..........car parks or lonely dark streets is where she be with the man she has picked up and she will arrange to meet him in the most obscure places.........change room cubicles are very popular rendezvous destinations. Book Club Nights are only an excuse for her to get out of the house and for you to babysit and for her to party on down some other man's pants. In fact she does this regularly and she's not fussy, it's not only 1 or 2 different men, no keep counting, you don't have enought fingers to count those incidents that have occurred this YEAR!

Male sluts love Knysna, they can breeze in and out of this town with the certainty that they will have their choice. From the divoced mums (whose children play with yours) who will seduce your husband in your own bedroom in your own home, - to the school teacher who is seen falling off her bar stool, to the previously mentioned common shop assistant, they come in many shapes and sizes AND it's all happening around you. You have been warned!

Finally, if your marriage is rocky or you're having a tough time with your spouse then keep away from Knysna.

All of the above is of course only rumours and WHISPERS created for fictional purposes only ............... NOT intended to slander any esbablishment or any specific person or group of people................. UNLESS OF COURSE YOU HAVE INSIDE INFORMATION - then please do share it with US ;-O