Wednesday, August 27, 2008

Everything happens for a reason

Everything happens for a reason;
in the death of a loved one,
to the catastrophe and the losses
in war and the fatality of famine.
But what reason could there be?
For the suffering of his cancer
and the crying out in agony,
for the girl who was raped and beaten
where she was left out in the rain.
For the boy who was abused and killed
to the woman who has no rights
to be a woman of her own.
What have they done to warrant their demise?
Are the reasons the same for everyone,
of is it only for a chosen few?
Why must everything happen for a reason
when the reason doesn't seem reasonable
in our eyes and judgment,
in our tears and discontentment.
But they happen anyway
with or without our profound comprehension,
with or without our superficial lamentations
because everything happens for a reason
whether we like it or not.

Ignorance Is Only Bliss When We Can Remain Foolish

Ignorance is such a lovely concept when one wants to do nothing to make sense of what is true to us. It is so easy to turn away and close our eyes to things we don't want to know, hear or see. Life is always easier when the thoughts are avoided and distractions are inserted.

Don't think of tomorrow, don't think of the problem, don't even try to make the world a better place because it's not possible. These are the usual litanies we chant to ourselves when darkness approaches. Things which are not considered normal, according to the unanimous vote of the majority, should not have a place to be there. Anything out of the conformed lifestyles of the community should not be regarded as good.

The distinction between good and bad is clear cut and there is never a doubt about it. When questioned, everybody inhales together and say things are just the way they are and imagined bliss is better than individualistic understanding or interpretation of the world. There are way too many philosophers as it is.

Living life with the inability to decipher the complexities of existence is much better than to go through a series of mind boggling sessions. Utopia does not exist on earth and everything will be fine when one dies and go to heaven to receive all the wonderful things which are waiting for them. Nothing could be better than this.

But what if you are waken up before you die? What then? One day when your make-believe life crumbles down like a house of cards where would you go for answers? Where do you begin to understand? You may have thought of yourself being exclusive but then as it rains on your parade you realize you're not alone. This world doesn't belong to you and your privileged friends and families only. This world belongs to everyone who has the same right as you are because they toil for it in their own fashion which may contradict yours. You figure out you'll be safe in your heaven when you get there and others can't. But what if you're wrong? What if your heaven is a place as lonely as your arrogance?

Then again, maybe not. Maybe you're right all along but be careful not to wake up just in case.

Wednesday, August 20, 2008

To The Butchers Of The Green

Why'd they cut it down?
It wasn't doing any harm.
It was bothering nothing but the TV aerial
couldn't something else be done?
It used to shade the backyard
and drown the sound of cars
but now it leaves a hole
to all the wayward angst.
Why'd they grow them and destroy them anyway?
All those years of majesty
has now come to bits and pieces.
Naked and disengaged
from the world that doesn't belong.
Look at the disparaging waste
but look, the cut goes on.

The Human Conditioning Of Conditions

Don't take the blame
of the blind man
when you sit down early
for your meals.
If you want to know
about the world,
I suppose there are ways
you can think about
and try to make it real.
If you see a light
that flickers and shines
through your closed your eyes,
you could be dreaming
or feeling the strain
of the cold dark night
or the early morning heat.
There's nothing much you can do
but to blink and cry
so they won't feel so dry.
When you look at the mirror
and find yourself searching
for a person with or without
public standing,
while you apply too much chemicals
on your face and hair,
body and soul
you'll know it's all air
that will soon blow away
and so will you

Monday, August 11, 2008

As Long As You Don't...

As long as you don't tell anyone that you're a coward, you'll be all right.
As long as you don't tell anyone you're a criminal, you're save from being accused.
As long as you don't tell anyone you're a hypocrite, you'll be blinded by the light.
As long as you don't tell anyone you're gay, you'll be far from being abused.

As long as you don't tell anyone you're a pedophile, life goes on the way it does.
As long as you don't tell anyone you're a prostitute, you know you won't be stoned.
As long as you don't tell anyone you're an addict, no one will think of you any worse.
As long as you don't tell anyone you're a crooked politician, you're just another clone.

As long as you don't tell, no one will say a thing.
They'll believe you and ignore the rest
You can be pretentious if you like
Or be self righteous because you feel so blessed.

What kind of world do we live in
Where lies are so highly regarded?
If you're too truthful and sincere
you might just find yourself exploited.

As long as you don't tell anyone you're insane, everyone will love you just the same.
As long as you don't tell anyone you're guilty, you'll surely never take the blame.
As long as you don't tell anyone you're lonely, no one will ever know.
As long as you don't tell anyone you've had enough, your life is but a tacky show.

Thursday, August 7, 2008

Flight of the soul

I feel compelled to fly
to soar through dreams
of my reality.
But I am on ground,
where I cannot seem to be.
Bound by my lover’s needs
caught in some stranger’s speed
and snared in the voices of my thoughts.
They are the ones that will keep me from flying.
Yet when I look to the skies
I have a need to be with the winds
to learn their secrets,
to know what I am,
what I mean,
as simply as I want to be
as free as I need to grow
in the little space
inside my head.
But I do fly
in the wondrous night.
In great splendor of dark and light.
Somewhere in the magnificence
of my accumulated silence,
my wings flutter in the windswept space.
And I hear whispers of a cry
that leads me to my place
of where,
I could simply fly.

Suspended In The Air Of Ambivalence

Even sitting down here
takes such a lot of
my over expressions of
these indecisions.
Wondering if I'll be
okay with my blurred vision.
Because I watch too
much television.
All my life I have decided
not to take handouts
or compassionate gifts.
If only I could understand
and be a little brave in my beliefs.

Monday, August 4, 2008


There could only be two voices in the head
that tells you what they said.
Like it or not, they contradict,
messes you up with the usual conflict.
Makes you want it and yet not
makes someone else upset in a single shot.
Sometimes the music plays softly and sweetly
sometimes they bang away like there's nobody.
The screams you hear in your nightmarish journey
get compensated in your waking dreamy reverie.
The voice of evil that is equally angelic
will come upon you when you are downright weak.
Listen to it with all your heart
and listen well to what it imparts.
Senseless as it drifts in and out of your mind,
get you into thinking who you are, what of a kind?
And you make it real for yourself when you do
because you know who these voices are, they're after all - you.