She gets lost in the sound of music, soundwaves constantly rewiring her every thought. Strands of hazel hair brush past her soulful eyes, but her vision is not invaded. The outskirts of her mind touches the borders of this world ever so lightly, but she embraces the resistance of gravity which the earth holds. The earth created by us. No one may be able to process her intellect and understanding of the world, for her mind is beyond the horizon.

She is, alien;

-Marlene Mostert

(Image Credit: Dream by Leonardo Senas)

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Along the darkened streets, you may find the hidden region where my neighbours dwell. Scattered like broken glass along the way, though all kept safe inside a frame, my neighbours have caught the sun, exhumed the earths and have fallen like waterfalls.

Not all have gone to dance along the dust, for many still touch the stars and explore the constellations. Many still build up the walls that have been torn down and yet some attack my stongest soldiers.

My neighbours are nothing alike, not one aligned with another. When battles begin once more to commence the unilluminated shade of darkness upon them, those who cannot attack find another line of defence - they pull a new curtain of sunrise to overcome this warzone.

At that moment, the terrorists are exposed. The battle might not end on bloody terms with one side at victory - for though they may be terrorists, they still remain part of my territory.

Like broken glass dispersed in all directions upon the grounds, the undefined map of my mind lies with no definite border.

Perhaps some pieces have fallen shallow in my depths, though I shall not abolish them because when the glass has mended my mind has become clear. I can finally see what's right in front of me.

- Marlene Mostert

(School topic suggestion: My weird neighbours...My work takes a turn of the unseen neighbours which live inside the mind of the human body)

Die perfekte kurwe vorm na 'n lang lyf met verstellende emosies. Soos jy met enkele emosies peter, sal jy 'n harmonie van klank uit die holte van haar mond hoor - haar lippe ingekleur soos die blomme van 'n woestyn. Elke noot wat sy vertoon, verdwoof die onbekende stilte. Haar liggaam straal van die blasbruinvel al rondom , blink van die verfyning. Die uitrusting se elke aspek verskil met enige ander, maar net sy het die volledige kleur, uitlyn, skakering en die prag van die kompleksie van 'n kunswerk. As jy met haar 'n lewensverhouding wil behou, hanteer haar met liefde en respek en die beste sorging wat jy haar kan gee.

"Liefde kom net eens in 'n leeftyd, die liefde wat hou vir altyd" is niemand anders as my eerste kitaar.

_Marlene Mostert_

As die wolke swaar kry

Dan breek dit een vir een

Kan net so lank sterk bly,

Dan moet dit weer kom reën

Trane trek diep in die grond

Net 'n hart se troos, maak 'n saadjie gesond

Soos 'n besem, vee die wind

Wolkies bo die land gevind

My hart gekielie met soentjies van die son Môre kom 'n nuwe dag, 'n nuwe blom. _Marlene Mostert_

Why do we focus on the print of black and white

To define the ways of wrong and right?

We always go on about the laws and regulations,

But what about those societal expectations?

We live in the world of the double-faced

Always scared there's a better one,

someone who could replace

We portray our smile, hide our mistakes

Can people just accept that this doesn't make the world

a perfect place.

No one can be honest face to face

No human goes by without an imperfect trace.

We have our flaws and mislead directions,

so many paths which encourage incorrections.

The foreplay of gender and racial dividing

Listen up, no one is more important

So who are you for deciding?

The World through my eyes

shouldn't be a place of flawless lies.

Why is the truth in the dark and its false in the light

mistakes are mistakes, no need to fight.

The World through my eyes

can not yet be seen.

For every earthling

is not its true being.

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In a world of green lights, will we crash

if we all go to the money stash?

Will it be our prophecy?

where there is no democracy, honestly

I wish I could change the bots back to red stops

where we will take more caution

no more exhaustion

I just want a better nation no better explanation.

Is that too much to ask

just to forget about the past

and move on to the bigger picture

time to change this never-changing fixture

maybe we all have this vision of our perfect world to be

but no one can make the decision

can’t you see we can’t do this alone,

try to step a self-step will cause a cyclone

a never-ending swirl of the worries in this world

which we can’t care to minimize

we just care about the enterprise.

Humanity shouldn't be filled with this explicitly

but rather simplicity of well being

instead of capital feeing.

We need to clean up this mess that we made

we get told this everyday

but our understanding has faded

our concern it has degraded.

Now I'm not going to stay here forever preaching

because we don't have time to spare

when we are reaching in and out of the next chapter

it starts with flipping the page

not to reread the previous one with rage.

In this time and age, we are here to make a full turn,

a revolution.

Coming together as one,

humanity as a whole

is our only solution.