a precious thing.May begin with a fleeting glanceusually does… a confounded thing.Changing the course of livesand nations. it can’t be ignored.Can it be restored,a broken heart? it can’t be predicted.Not when it comes andwhen it goes. once it’s gone,does it come back?Can it be recovered? it’s a precious thing.A thing to be treasured,protected from ourselves.Continue reading “Love,”
Category Archives: Poetry
Fulcrum
What does it meanto be caughtin the middle? Betwixt and betweenrock and a hard placepondering the whyof those extremes… Socio-cultural identitiesplay the same rolesas importantas life Both sides claimthe samejust with different hues. Neither side has a clue! Over the millenniawe developed the right wayto parse any farcewith Ockham’s Razor: Pare away irrelevanciesbias and bigotryfocussingContinue reading “Fulcrum”
Massacre
Berlin and ParisTehranBondiGaza All these things have one thing in common.The Jews!!!Nope.Not the Jews, actually. Blaming a group of peopleFor one person’s actionsIs the hallmark ofStupidity. Harm may be defined assystemicmoralcultural Best of luck resolving that type of harmwithout individual accountability. So let’s simply return topersonal accountabilityfor the Left especiallyand not hurt others. Blaming GodforContinue reading “Massacre”
Cooor…!
You’re not insaneNo! You’re not crazynot at all! You’re sufferingso, so much from a nasty affliction. It is part of so many of usscrubbling arounin the dusttrusting that we mustdo …you’re not insane.Haha-! No, not at all!Sure there’s more They don’t know what’s in stallbefore the penny drops But it’s all about learningand yearning BurningContinue reading “Cooor…!”
Free
From what? Escape from painfrom confusionfrom sadness? Escape from..whatexactly?How about free tobegrowand love? The freedom to choose lifeto livethe power to choose to be free,even? Enthralled to a godecstatic visions of the afterlifeour human soullies chained in a dark cave. Impassioned by an ideathe world becomes black and whiteharm floods outwardspreading destruction… Meanwhile, our bonesContinue reading “Free”
Outside Out
You ever turned something inside out?Where all the seams are on the outsideYou can see the hanging threads? Some of us are not normalSome of us start inside outSome of us never knew what ‘defences’ meant Going in the exitAnd out the entranceSome of us are reversed by birth Life is a wall stretching awayContinue reading “Outside Out”
Where are we now?
With no pride in our selves,Our forefathersOur accomplishments How can we grasp who we are? Looking at a screen on a computerLinked across the planetUsing physics and mathematics and engineering and logistics and negotiated agreements and electricity and etc Our accomplishments look right back at us. The whimsical and desperateContinue clamouring for The one trueContinue reading “Where are we now?”
Farewell
We watch you drown because you created the ocean into which you hurled yourself and refill with your own tears We have no emotion as we see the spiritual path you are on, determined to hold true to, to the bitter end We wait while you drown because we know you are fulfilling your emotionalContinue reading “Farewell”
To Be…
A world of violenceA world of warA world of terrorOr do you want more? A world of peaceOf diversity and learningA world of reasonAnd kindness are you yearning? One god is the desire to dieTo go on high and find the life ofEvery fevered dream you can conjureAll male-centred and straight and devoid Of diversityContinue reading “To Be…”
Swapping Stories
‘I love how you take care of your car even when it’s at its lowest!’ ‘I love fixing things.’ worlds aparttime no partof the stories we tellthe narratives we tell so apartsociety falling apartcan you tellreality’s tell? being no partliving apartfrom the world I tellsociety I tell finding the partfixing the other partI can tellIContinue reading “Swapping Stories”
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