Monday, December 24, 2007

Fitting In

Where do you fit in?
When you find yourself out of rhythm and rhyme with the poets,
when you can't walk the walk and talk the talk with actors,
and your entry and exit seemed staged when you are with playwrights.
When you can't find your tune with the songwriters,
and when you lose your voice among the singers.
When you can't wrap it up with the filmmakers,
or see the big picture with screenwriters,
where will you go, where will you go?
Would you rather experience the surreal with addicts and abusers?
or would you rather keep the idiot box company?
Pursue your career like a loyal dog,
or bossing everyone around as if you're God?
Will you rally with activists to make a stand
or will you join in the crowd for the sales when the year ends?
What are you doing? What are you doing?
You can save the whales, the sea lions and the environment
but can you save yourself from the corrupted dystopian government?
Where do you fit in, in the scheme of things?
Do you sit back and relax and make wishes in your dreams?

Tuesday, December 11, 2007

The Rarest Find

It's as good as any when you have none,
or you can be grateful even with just one.
Praying to the stars and heavens above,
will not make any difference if you don't know love.

Monday, December 10, 2007

O' Grandma

I dreamt of my grandmother on Thursday night (Friday morning) but in a very frightful manner. She has been dead for four years and I dreamt that she didn't realize that and was gliding from one room to another. Although she didn't seem horrifying in any way the fear it evoked was very real.

These dreams make me wonder why I am dreaming of the dead, just like the recent one about Peter coming back to say goodbye. What messages do they hold? Or could it be just another stray thought or an unconscious repression that surfaced as a distorted imagination?

Thursday, December 6, 2007

Harrumph!

I was in the train yesterday and I saw a group of people protesting outside a bank, stating in the placard that the bank devoured their bonus. This must be the forth demonstration I have heard or seen or indirectly connected to it. At the same time I watched a documentary about Rwanda: Do scars ever fade? It's a heart wrenching documentary about the genocide of Tutsis and moderate Hutu sympathizers which estimates about 800 000 to 1,000,000 deaths. Although it occurred in 1994 the question remains about the emotional scar that still lingers among the people.

Demands, wishes, desires and cravings have caused more than enough unhappiness in the world today. Where are we going with it as the world shrinks with over population, natural catastrophes, war, discrimination and persecution? Are there scars too deep to heal and has to be reopened to check and see if they are healing?

Perhaps the first book anyone should consider reading is The New Revelations by Neale Donald Walsch. You think it might help?