Blessed
I seek the clarty between consciousness and being
i see the difference between looking and seeing
i seek peace and mindfulness
i seek remembrance and forgetfulness
i seek treasures, but not gold
i seek individual creases within the fold
i seek sounds delicious
i seek solace in the shaded hours and voices to shape the darkness
i seek satisfaction in small things
i seek easy soft smooth sweet
About
Faith In A Jar is a collection of freelance photography done by myself, Neo Jasmine Mokgosi. I work with various people, places and organizations and takes pictures for use in promotional posters and events, magazines, newspapers, websites, professional commercial and private use.
I am a freelance photographer and blogger who is interested in documenting and promoting art, music, fashion and youth culture; currently based in Cape Town, South Africa, originally from Gaborone, Botswana, looking towards the rest of Africa and abroad. I am currently studying a BA in Brand Building and Management at Vega School of Branding in Cape Town as well as experimenting with audio-visual, producing, directing and editing hoping to create a fuller, more experiential media interaction.
I am a freelance photographer and blogger who is interested in documenting and promoting art, music, fashion and youth culture; currently based in Cape Town, South Africa, originally from Gaborone, Botswana, looking towards the rest of Africa and abroad. I am currently studying a BA in Brand Building and Management at Vega School of Branding in Cape Town as well as experimenting with audio-visual, producing, directing and editing hoping to create a fuller, more experiential media interaction.
For more info, inquiries or bookings email: faithinajar@gmail.com
All photos on this blog are © 2014-2010 Neo Jasmine Mokgosi.
All photos on this blog are © 2014-2010 Neo Jasmine Mokgosi.
Tuesday, August 23, 2011
Blessed be the hours darkest before the light
i lose and struggle to find myself amongst entangled strands of chaos
tricks of the light mirror surreal reality
i choke on words unsaid in this underworld of loss and loneliness
the emptiness runs deep
and the desire is strong
the light is the brightest in the darkest hour of night
and i have learned that i cannot trust myself
and i have learnt that i cannot trust myself
and thus i fear these idle hands will strangle strange dreams of technicolour moments
i fear that when called to testify in the light my voice will fail to free me
i fear that when given the chance i will chose not to speak
i fear that i will become less than i am
i fear my fears are no more than the ashes of burnt dreams
i fear i might never remember
i fear i might never forget
i fear everything will change
i fear everything will remain the same
i fear the blood of the innocent
i fear the unbearable weight of guilt
i fear the truth
i fear the animal in human nature
i fear the indistinctness of darkness
i fear the clarity of noon
i fear scalding disappointment
i fear that my mind is scarred
i fear that i give life to my fears
i fear i have an affinity for tragedy
i fear the thunder less than the rain
i fear the faith required to sit alone in prayer
i fear the greed and lust of power
i fear the hunger of the helpless
i fear my own inadequacies
i fear blank pages and running out of words
i fear the demand for origional creativity
i fear political apathy
i fear our water is poison
i fear i am becoming a different person
i fear i am too lazy to live and too unprepared to de
i fear the sleep tricks of my eyes
i fear the dragon inside
i lose and struggle to find myself amongst entangled strands of chaos
tricks of the light mirror surreal reality
i choke on words unsaid in this underworld of loss and loneliness
the emptiness runs deep
and the desire is strong
the light is the brightest in the darkest hour of night
and i have learned that i cannot trust myself
and i have learnt that i cannot trust myself
and thus i fear these idle hands will strangle strange dreams of technicolour moments
i fear that when called to testify in the light my voice will fail to free me
i fear that when given the chance i will chose not to speak
i fear that i will become less than i am
i fear my fears are no more than the ashes of burnt dreams
i fear i might never remember
i fear i might never forget
i fear everything will change
i fear everything will remain the same
i fear the blood of the innocent
i fear the unbearable weight of guilt
i fear the truth
i fear the animal in human nature
i fear the indistinctness of darkness
i fear the clarity of noon
i fear scalding disappointment
i fear that my mind is scarred
i fear that i give life to my fears
i fear i have an affinity for tragedy
i fear the thunder less than the rain
i fear the faith required to sit alone in prayer
i fear the greed and lust of power
i fear the hunger of the helpless
i fear my own inadequacies
i fear blank pages and running out of words
i fear the demand for origional creativity
i fear political apathy
i fear our water is poison
i fear i am becoming a different person
i fear i am too lazy to live and too unprepared to de
i fear the sleep tricks of my eyes
i fear the dragon inside
Thursday, August 11, 2011
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