THE BLACK STAG

TUKU MUSIC                               They say life is like a candle out in the winds and our entirety in this universe a ticking time bomb. We are born on a soil that afterwards desire to walk on and leave glowing soles to a nourished souls. It’s been sang about, wrote about but still everyone is composing , refining their notes and painters mixing their colors. We are clinging onto something invisible if not walking towards its edge and not knowing  we dangling on its end. None smiles when robbed by this invisible infiniteness that lingers in a ghost cloud somewhere over, under, beside, in-front or rear.   As I patiently wait   for this heavy cloud of dust to settle on my weaned weary and heavy heart I’m still flying under a dark cloud , riding on a strange chariot but I thank the universe for my path has been illuminated by a distant star that rises even when the sun fails and twinkles in the night skies when the moon is asleep behind heavy clouds. In TUKU MU

In the days of yore before the time of Christopher Columbus it was said that if you sailed too far west you would fall off the edge of the world. However, this was just a belief as time has come to prove but today I don't intend to prove anything but offer my blind eyes to you for see. From dusk to dawn, when men open up their heavy eyelids or before they shut them up something invisible has gnawed on them for eons and aeon. Walking, running, crawling, sitting, flying, standing or presumably lying down, an un-imaginable shadow has always fallen over us. Humanity has been plagued with an intricate surprising intoxication that to me has sensibly driven them further away from themselves. In men’s hearts and souls lie empty bottomless pits and unthinkable voids that their noble minds seem to have failed to fill. It is a quest that he is on till the end of his road. It however is such a long road that comes short at the end of their life. Such a sad story... so sad if it has to be na