Monthly Archives: June 2013

What do I know again

Are these cows happy?

Could I possibly kill this spider that's just going about its own life?

What do I know of sorrow?
The feeling of a woman in prolonged obstructed labour?
The burning hurt of mother over prodigal son?
Or the torture of always hoping yet no results?
After all I was still in the womb 1 month ago,
Being prepared for a life of writing.

What do I know of joy?
The relief of a constipated man opening his bowels finally?
The bliss enjoyed by the unconcerned/ignorant/aloof?
Or the euphoria associated with heaven?
After all I only smiled at birth yesterday,
Looking forward to learning writing.

What do I know of goodness?
The little boy helping a little old man across the street?
The sick mother who still prepared breakfast for all?
Or the constant unrequited love of the Maker for men?
When my diapers were bought just yesterday,
And I picked up the pen today.

What do I know of cruelty?
A dog owner who kicks aside a cat on the street?
A boss who bullies employees at work?
A spiritual leader who deliberately deceives the followers?
After all I sucked my first breast milk yesterday,
And wrote my first piece today.

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JOURNAL OF THE SIMPLE: LIFE’S RANDOM MOMENTS

Moments I felt high. Err... I'd be the one on the left, both feet in the air.

Moments I felt high. Err… I’d be the one on the left, both feet in the air.

This is all I am taking with me

Memories of euphoria fade faster than the actual moments
Songs of wondrous events soon become bland cackles
Sometimes my strengths don’t weigh a gram
Sometimes my word prowess can’t buy anyone a smile

This is all I am taking with me

Sun MAY rise tomorrow in this part of the world
I MAY find another soul to share thoughts with
I MAY enjoy another wonder tonight
This ‘high’ moment of writing MAY linger

None MAY remain with me

Sift me through good and bad times
No part of me remains there
No memories or scars
I just am, with all I am

All I have is this

I only change within
I only change from within
A tear, a hum, a hope, and a faith
Are all I am taking with me

And all that’s essential to my being

You…

Journal of the simple: simple random lessons

Everyday I wake up newborn
Walking out into life’s street
Everywhere a wolf and a thorn
Yet no covering for my feet

I learn to fall
And get a prick here
To experience it all
I also get a wolf-bite there

I chew on the grit and shit
Then re-present to the helpless
Those who are not fit
Being found gut-less

Who stumbled naked into earth
Ill-prepared for this jungle-land
And remained so since birth
So they can in turn understand

I have to teach them how:
-Not to expect thanks for every kind deed
-Not to repay evil for evil or be kind to only friends
-And karma is not the highest or only law
-Not to expect happy faces everywhere
-Not to expect things always go as planned
-Not to expect writing poetry always makes sense
Yet
-Not to be discouraged by all the above
-Not to expect life will always be complicated
-Not to rely on themselves apart from their Maker

Uninitiated into gangs out there
I have to do these as a child
And though wolf-thugs instill fear
I have my Maker as a guide