Ruminating Out Loud

In honor of Senator Edward M. Kennedy, I’ll re-post and share a poem I wrote a while back, In the Sense of Time. As he said it best, the dream will never die… He lives on in the dreams he birthed and in the dreams he fulfilled.

In the Sense of Time

What is happening to us, America?

Unable to listen, screaming at each others’ throat

Quick to affirm our rights, in a shouting match of sound bites

Denying the right of others, are we growing intolerant of the other

Who appears foreign, forgetting that this land we call home

Is a gift to all, to the peasant off the boat generations ago

To the immigrant of tomorrow disembarking of a Boeing plane

None owning her, a gift to the freedom seeker

In search of justice, equality, and opportunity.

Birthers of those who landed on her a long time ago

Why can’t they care for the new in rememberance of the old

The toil and persecution, the hunger and oppression they fled

That which is evident in the torment of of waterless eyes

Lifeless skin, barely hiding the bone – crushed by the weight of pain

Of the novice eager to belong and take a bite of burger

Founding a new and promised destiny to the next generation may be.

Why don’t we awake in awe of the privilege

That which our forefathers died for in order for us to bask

In the entitlement fight of the land.

Let us remember and celebrate, the gift of care and nurture

That this land gave to the slaves and slave masters alike

To the protestant and hungry, fleeing the oppression of bigotry

To the Holocaust survivor that found a safe home

The political refugee who found respite from having to look over his shoulder

To the woman made to live in a subhuman and subservient order

Coming home to a land, where her fight for civil rights

Would awaken a peoples’ conscious, mobilizing a nation.

Imperfect she may be, but malleable always

Willing to be shaped, by the blood and tears

Of those who choose to partake in the arching of her destiny

Towards a beacon of hope and a promise land for the free.

At the fulcrum, hangs the balance between I and we

Defining the equilibrium of love and belonging.

Does she worry about asserting of her right

Or her happiness, her body, or her income

All used to define the essence of an independent woman

Does he care just about his needs

Gratification of self, stroking of ego

Being the center of attention, effusion of machismo.

In the celebrated self reliance gained, at the expense

Of the lost interdependence of nurture

The feeding of care and compassion for the other

His hunger hers, her pain and joy always his

The lever tilting at the fulcrum towards me and I

Away from we, dissolving the bridge

Destroying love and care, exchanging  caress for self.

They claim thousands of years of glory

A civilization unlike any other

The foundation of humanity and being

Philosophy, architecture, art and history

But, where is civilization now

In a population, tied down to the barrel of a gun

Where is the glory now

In the millions of people suffering everyday

Poor, sick, illiterate, and hungry

Where are the marvels of architecture

In the home-less, destitute and lonely

For all the claims of ancestry to the glorious generation

Of vast wisdom, anarchy besets in the land

Steeped in the thousands of years of history

Where the force of military is used to silence the mass

To kill the innocent, to spread hateful ideology

Where is the golden glory of humanity

In the suffering of mothers and baby

Raped to death by the merciless children no less

Turned into killing machines fueled by

Guns and dope delivered for a profit that builds

An oasis of life nurturing and plenty

To children of arms dealer, the corrupt politician

And the drug lord, squeezing humanity out of the land.

In all the despair and imperfection there lies and example

A union of many bound together by a common destiny

Of immigrants: European, African, Asian, and Latino

From east to west north and south

Black, white, red, and brown; together as one

Protected by rule of law with unalienable rights

With a military standing guard of a nation

By the people, for the people, and of some people

A proud institution of protection and defense

With a might of destruction unparalleled

A testament to the perfect balance of power

Between professionalism and passion of voices

Striving to affirm their right; yearning to be heard.

Feeling ill, dysfunctional and sick

Lack of interest reaching the peak

Like a fruit wasting away; nearing harvest pick

Uncovered by fashion, which normally sleak

Hiding the rote, masking the stink

Frustration, disgust, and hate; piled like a rick

All matters of cure, unable to break

The vicious cycle, stuck in a wreck

Soul dripping away, essences of being leak

Left a flying zombie, fur seals in Raikoke.

Like a bird in the sky

With wings spread out to fly

My thoughts sit above clouds

Textured and smooth, fluffy and light

Separating earthly life from heavens

Entrapped in a thin can

With a comfort of air conditioned home

Bound to a seat, in a moment of liberation.

Oh! The cruelty of creation

Delivering Adam and Eve to a land

Dry and sea forever tethered

To the ground incapable of flight

Forever looking up, pleading to heavens

Above, as if living and world that is flat

But, to the omni present blanket clothing the planet

All around the globe, a tapestry of clouds and dreams

Telegraphed upward in seeking and servitude sent.

There, on the planet live, with the vastness of ego

Paralleling the grandiosity of universe beyond

Left to fight for resources finite

In a mission of self-destruction.

Up here, thousands of feet in the sky

There are no gun shots, screams and disorder

All beings and thing aligned in one purpose

Driven journey, anxious to arrive at a destination

Clouds and dreams outside, dispersing in agreement

As if eager, to let go of unwelcomed guest

To the marching forward of the can

Pacing to return, in obedience of creation.

Speckles of sand flow

From one side to the other

In obedience to gravity

Marking the timeless evolution of time

In symbolism of a body figure sculpted at the waist

Into a proportion of man-made beauty.

The narrowness of the neck dictates

The flow of time in the hourglass

Separating the present from the past

Or is it a testimony to the depravity of delight

In the fullness of body and waist

Manifest in the religiosity of diet.

The bifrication of of purpose distinctly evident

While the diameter of the neck serves

To mark the passage of time infinite

That of the inward pulled and strapped

Serves only to please a fleeting standard

In vanity, of beauty and perfection misplaced.

The ups and downs rendered in formation

Like a marching band befitting of a dawn

The oneness of rhythms and the imbalance of movement

Up and jumpy, happy and limitless at once

Down and thumping, deafening and hardened in instant.

Where is the sigh when it is sought

Where is the melody when one dances

Fickle it is flowing between fingertips

Tangible in the wetness of skin left behind

But, echoless chamber filled with screams.

Where is the engine that could

Pumping more vivacious spirit than just blood

Without fail, day in day out without effort.

Why is humanity the combined sum of parts

Of limbs farflung and lungs charcoaled by smoke

Of flesh weak and enslaved of craving and addition

Of brain and heart like a hardened brick, fearing and knocking

All that is foreign, destroying the other and losing

Self with every chipped corner of fortitude and empathy.

They ask why; why are you not jovial?

Alone, pensive, and distant

They ask why; why are you so banal?

Small, shallow, and trite

Their wills live on parallel universes

Governed by rules disparate and diverging

Unbeknownst to them the gulf widens

Like the parting of the sea, only to come

Together at last up on the awakening

On the emotional journey bridging the divide

The essence of completion in the co-joining

Of the complementary universes; through time warps.

How wrong was humanity to believe

That it was birthing a tour de force

Of ever imagined and bottled love-peace

All but, a dried silver orifice oozes

Of a life that was dressed in upside-down skirt

A top the facade for the world to see

Fluffy where it matters little, bottle-necking

Where mobility is made dead to grace.

I saw you, wished you into reality

A vision of perfection, epitomized

By the grace of movement, dancing

By the lucidity of feeling, sympathetic

By the curing of words, uplifting

By the electrifying touch, erogenic

By the insense of breath, soothing

By the sound of laughter, euphoric

You are not a dream, you are here

A wishful vision realized, heeded

By living in reality and seeing

Beyond imperfection, the lovesick heart.

It’s the kind of thing that’s intangible, untouchable

Indescribable, but to a calmed nerve or senses

Vivid and there, in a state of panic or desperation

In times of gain or pain, simply cruising

In autopilot, floating upstream undeterred

The feeling of empowerment with the knowledge

Of a likely failure not being a life sentence

Of doom and gloom, pain and despair.

It is the certainty in waving the sun goodbye

With the knowledge it shall rise yet again

Delayed by a night or a season, but it rises nonetheless.

It is what it takes to step into a river not knowing

How deep the bottom lies and how little breath is left

After a breathtaking realization that today

Is better than tomorrow and yesterday

And tomorrow better than yesterday, because of today

It is what it takes to live and let live with courage

Conviction and comfort in the unknown

Allowing to be tested by the depth of peace and fortitude.

Finally, a wish granted, freedom from servitude

To the looks and homogeneous conformity

For pretend belonging, a steep price paid

Denying a creation’s print, subject to humility

The DNA from within, a fingerprint of outer manifest

The risen self inside, proclaiming confidence and bold

Dead of socialite-solitude, a free spirit born again, finally.

Oh please, stop dreaming that you are a superman

Able to fly and blessedly succeed, unbounded by gravity’s prison

You’re only human,  made of flesh dying by the day and imbalance

Of emotion, conflict, imperfection, happiness, and annoyance

Seeking nurturing like a plant needing water and nutrients

Constant attention duly paid or accidental, to rise above others.

Stop day-dreaming now, or a rude awakening awaits

After a life long-lived in numbers, short-lived in experience

Of the thrill of a reward of a hard-earned fruit

Of loins may be; but  sweat and tears too

Ploughing the ground and tilling the sand

Until the day of reckoning arrives to lend

A perspective never had, a glancing into the Truth

That you’re only human destined to a life of hard-work and reward.

Rest is after a late morning sleep

A cuddling of warmth shared between

Lovers, asleep in the sunlight streaming

Forgetful of the frozen tundra across the walls

Shackling and shaking the trees, lifeless and bony

Dried of steam, greenness, and leaves

Left standing are the branches that once

Carried life, bread, and oxygen to the masses

The soothing sound of an afternoon radio

Flowing over the swooshing of the winds

Colliding against the wall, in a battle of dominance

Fiercely fought within a short distance

Of the two beings, restfully lying across

Each other, contented in each others sight

Happy to just be there, for him and her

There is no thirst here no hunger

Nor depravity  of sleep, or peace

Contented to just be, being with each others

Company, disconnected from the harshness of the outside

World of hassle and bustle, wait and hurry

They are resting with each other, happily

Eyes popping out in confidence after a full

Night of sleep undisturbed, except for willing

Interruption sought for willfuly submitted to

Ears hearing every crisp of a sound

Of winds trees, radio, and breath

Rest is when the obliviousness to the world

Outside is met with the contentment from within

In spite of the passing of time, not alone

Blessedly together in company of a loved one.

She is like a fall morning sun breaking

The dark night sky, suddenly springing

Hope, like a fountain, endlessly bleeding love

In sickness or health, a gentle dove

Selflessly, tenderly flying, carrying us

To forever land, tirelessly and joyous.

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Melodic fragments, discordantly dissonant

Cacophony of instruments, boom and bust

A maestro-less orchestra, as if a disheveled fat

Flapping off the body, off a skin unkempt

Disharmoniously dashing on a collision tract

Jarring to the sense, inducing asymmetric heartbeat

Foolish and confused flesh, rendered insolvent

Letting go of the clutch of a lover’s hand

Causing, shards of porcelain cylinder scattered

About the floor and objects in between, ashes of head

Limbs, worries, laughter, and pain; cremated

Consumed by fire like a California desert

Fueled by wind, gushing with lust and thirst

Exploding out, to eat lives frozen in freight

Into a night sky crowded by galaxies

Stars, nebulae, dust, satellites, and clouds

Ashes escaping the confines of the home

Unshackling the dreams, the short-lived lamb

Sacrificed for accounting of heartbeats and breath

Monotonously consumed, without the experience

Of being a part of bigger than self, foreign

To the moments that take a breath away

In a family with love; touch, feeling, and belonging

Escapes, the confines of the walls of a protectorate

Of earthly existence characterized by delight and disappointment

Joining the ranks of the randomness spread, disordered

Across the vastness of bodies and space

Racing to consume, process, and excrete; living chaos.

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They call it a spirit of self-reliance

Excusing a futile existence in a trance

For profit and alone, selling unpaid attention

To a worldly and gothic, discombobulating distraction

Not realizing that the self is indeed reliant

On the interdependence of a family and friend

Sense of bonding long-survived, delivered

Via a mother to a new being in a child

Through the tethering of an umbilical cord

Extending blood, nourishment, and feed

Which despite being cut at the outset

Of an introduction to the doormat

At a brave new world awaiting

Amidst family, friends, and community

Remains timelessly connected in normality

Of generations passed, enshrined in nobility

Until society preaches, willfully forgetting

What’s always been, the essence of its being

Teaching a teen to declare independence

And go it alone, severing ties

As a virtue of growth, a rite of passage

Towards adulthood – ignoring a society’s sage

That albeit the celebration of the individuality

We survive, together as one, in a shared destiny.

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It stunk with odor so foul

For a briefly lived effect

Of wind and gas, minuscule

In volume, but potent

In its diffusivity beyond

The culprit’s hole

As soon as, it’s allowed

Out in the open

Beginning as a hissing of a sound.

To unknowing eye

Its effect would belie

Such a small thing as a lie

Would be able to fly

From a humble beginning

At the mouth and tongue.

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The sheer ferocity and tremble shook

The field as dews streaked down leaves

Stampeded in a fight between an elephant

In asymmetric warfare with an ant

One felt so big, one empowered

By strength of agility versus

Storming and overwhelming force

Lacking agility, the elephant

Took a step hoping to land on the ant

Sooner than when the foot

Landed on an empty land, the ant

Jumped aboard the legs and trunk

So small the sting, piercingly stung

Forcing the elephant to fly

Off the ground into the sky

To land back on the ground

Welcomed, as butterflies cheeringly flapped

Their wings up and down, side to side

Not to be outdone, causing

The oceans to shake lose

The tsunamis across the continents

Flooding islands and streams.

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Shall we dance to the rhythms of tango or salsa

Chifera or cha cha cha, boiling-beings and flowing bodies

With the music, souls unified in the feet sliding, in union across

The floor floating, hearts beating, pumping blood to extremities

With awakened senses and heightened sensations

Tingled, ticklish, ecstatic, and levitated in the feelings

Of the touch of the hands, legs, and warmth

Beating in resonance to the music, we dance

Together again, attracting as the poles of a magnet

Intertwined fields of happiness blissfully lost

In the music blended in essence

Ears now closed unhearing of the sounds

Of the rhythms rising and falling with the melodies

Only listening to the beating of the hearts

The warmth of the touch, the endearment of glance

Of eyes looking beyond the iris deep inside

Seeking refuge and belonging, for connection made

Until reality sets by the song’s end

Parting the flesh drained of fluid and renewing the mind.

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Stretched on the summer day into the desert sand

The asphalt fizzling hot, steaming the life underground

Light and life float of the oasis wide and confined

Accentuating the feeling of thirst magnified

By the salty exchange of romance and sweat

Of the lovers burning of greenhouse effect

In their two-door lovebird with windows rolled

To the ground, receptive to the malice and joy of the world

Allowing the air and dust to quench the sweat.

Desolated was the space with no life in sight

Shrubs and sand joined in existence and as if obedient

To the winds swatting this way or that

Or to the love-birds, however expansive in flight

Their fondness and affection, unhinged by the heat.

Within the lovebird, a heavenly calm ascends with the steam of Earth’s crest

They look in the distance as the oasis shifts is position

A vacillating twin of love and hope, a propeller in deep ocean

Streaming forward, away from the isolation towards the horizon

Of lives flourishing and nurtured by exchanges of hormone

A life is created, completeness achieved – happily ever after

In the cuddling arms, joined hearts, and senseless ears

To the sand-storm gathering and racing to the oasis

Faster than the lovebird or the united dreams

Intent on tasting the floating beads of waters.

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All men are created equal says the constitution

Telling a bald-faced ambition of astronomic proportion

Is the life of a child born at the Hamptons or Beverly hills

Equal to one birthed into ghettos, inner cities, or townships

Choiceless in arrival time or destination

Thrown into the worlds and opportunity apart by ocean.

No, they are not created equal no matter the ambition

Of a nation aspiring for perfection

In a shared destiny tethered by milk and blood

Ruthlessly on a new land, in defense and persecution spilled.

If the equality is the physical structure of a body

Magically constructed to the perfection of human envy

That is apparent in the nose, eyes, ears, tongue, and skin

Carried by all as a burden of creation

Still the pleasures of sight of beauty and tranquility

The smell of roses and the delight of tasty

Spices of life enjoyable to touch and feel

Of the soothing voices of order renewing the soul

Are experienced by the few privileged to sense

The world around with its awesome glories

Of joy and rejuvenation, renewal and peace.

The equality is in the rights promised

By the creator to the masters bygone on enslaving land

And generations freed feeding on remnant freedom food.

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The waves tickle evading one another

The light shimmers reflecting of faces

Of troughs and crest created in collision

On wind and water married at the surface

Submissively given to the random motion

Of the rise and fall of water molecules

Bound by forces of togetherness and gravity

Collectively free flowing every-which way.

The cars pass-by buzzing as a colony

Of bees in pursuit of the queen-bee

Or may be as the ants marching forward aimlessly

Albeit orderly movements north and south

Chasing after a presumed destiny along the lake-shore

Composed of impatience and entrapped souls

Of a life filed of discordant hurry and wait

Contrasted in the calming blue waters

Majestically stretched to the horizon out of sight.

Another world of existence lives

In the immediate vicinity, a parallel universe

Housed in inanimate objects tall

Reaching for the sky in competition

As the trees in a tropical rain-forest

Wishing to grab all the offerings of sun, air, and rain

Buried in to texts, wishing to contain

The wisdom of giants and surrounded by ghosts

Of the past framed in books, there live

Lifeless lives completely oblivious

To the lake and buzzing lives beneath.

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What is freedom to the free-living

Who never tested the depravity of feeling

In control of own destiny of mind and life

Absent the contrast of high and low

Is it possible to appreciate and know

The depth of rest in the rights guaranteed

Foreign to residents in a lawless land

Is it possible to know the value of free speech

To the tongue-less robbed of means for self-expressions

Is it possible to value the freedom of worship

As experienced to the voiceless trapped in godless state

Is the meaning of poverty known

To the free-living with limitless destiny

Living with the safety of provision and protection

In a dream home with a paid for life-plan.

Is liberty known to free-flying eagle

Soaring freely to skies higher and farther.

Is the beauty of smell of a rose known

To the bystander staring from afar

Without having to experience the piercings

Of the skin from the throne of the stems

On the way to the petals guarding the scents

Of heavenly smells of nature.

Well, the answers may be hidden

In the depths of human experience unknown

To me, it boils down to appreciating

Each breath taken with little recognition

Of the sustenance of life breathed in

Until that day when the nostrils are blocked

Of irritating and nauseous mucus and cold

Only that person knows the precious

Value of a breath an unobstructed and fresh

Having experienced a loss, with a new-found contrast.

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Out in the distance of the horizon

Looms the profile of a cloud

Concatenated of parts fair and dark

All conspiring to block the rays of the sun

In their eight-minute journey to the planet

Distant in sight yet unwaveringly dependent

On the light proclaiming the arrival of a new day

Of water vapor or sand, uncertain to the gauzing eye

Until the thunderous explosion of a sound

Gives away the sign, clearing out the doubt in the sky

But, is it a cloud of a drizzling rain or hiding a cyclone

With ferocity of force unparalleled

Sweeping all the living hopes and dreams in the way

Destroying monuments erected in celebration

Of wimps and greats alike, in glorification of past

The unknowing hangs in the uncertainty

Buried in the belly of clouds distant.

Or, is it a pleasant bombardment of droplets

Of wetness longed for by the earth and skin cracked

Almost ready to swallow all beings in sight

Awaited by dying vegetation of thirst

Frizzling in the heat, unable to make use of nutrients

Dreamt by children anxious to run out and play

In the tingling feeling of a drizzle falling

On the faces unbeknown to suffering and drought.

Uncertainty clouds the clouds afar

Until they arrive and unleash the hidden

Pleasures or devastation soon to be here

Awaiting is certainty helpless in pursuit

Subservient to the forces of nature

Outside its provision and dominion.

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How come I am blessed

one who stumbled at the confluence

of preparation and luck

paving the way to success.

How come a boy goes hungry

across the ocean and behind the alleyways

and a girl mourns of a family destroyed

standing on shattered limbs

in a village raided, burned to ground

by the cruelty of humanity

aided and comforted

by the willful ignorance of many.

How come I am blessed

a sinner like any, born to a biological miracle

sudden and unique, ubiquitous at once

how can I pretend I am chosen

for a lucky destiny special

and ignore all the choiceless

women, men, boy and girl

caged in eternal prison of hopelessness.

How come I am blessed?

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Will you remember the time we spent

together in happiness or the nagging angst

of relationship building painful and long.

Will you remember the sight of joy

of my relief in seeing you finally missing

your loving care of compassion

or my discomfort in feeling alone and helpless

in my inability to be together in emotion.

Will you remember the happiness shared

in triumphs unlikely overcome with bravery

or the cowardice in the fear of the unknown bend

coming around the corner hidden in a blind spot

leaving us shaken in a future uncertain.

Which will you care to remember

the happiness and joy or the restless quarrels

which brought us closer unveiling the true self

hiding behind the mask of completeness and fulfillment

glorified in pretentiousness hiding the dying being underneath.

We have been stranded into a helix of a DNA

at once a duet and binary in unison eternity

I pray you celebrate the moments of uplift

along with the desperation of moments empty

vacuum of words yet populated in thought

of the togetherness we have formed

at the highland and low, the home we’ve built.

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An epidemic of hope

avails itself to escape

to the dreamer locked

in a confined cage of no end

invading the emptiness

left behind in the abyss

from a struggle of pain and sorrow

brought to an end in a breakthrough

brightening the future and day

as a sunny night spring sky.

Oh! alive and elated

feels the heart hope filled

ready for a renewed life journey

sailing by the wind of dream and joy.
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America, the promise land of people varied

to her shores flock, teleported identities

in pursuit of freedom fleeing misery

immigrating with hope and unbridled dreams.

Escaping from tyrants human and natural

destitute, depravity, and lack of dignity

away from a life endured, staring down evil

yearning for her promise of inalienable rights

life, liberty, and the pursuit of happiness.

She is made for and by a people freed

with uprooted identities forging new lives

charting and living a liberated destiny

she is the land of promise, aspiration aplenty

a promise for all, a promised land for the free.

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I see a land green

prosperous and lush

a brighter future ahead

open, free, and fresh.

Out on the horizon

I say to you my friend

the pastures are green

on this and other side

come along I say

for one joyful ride.

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Keep at it, my friend

for sooner than later

something will materialize

out of the red sky

a destiny blue.

So, hang in there my friend

for this too shall pass.

I can see it coming

the moment of relief

a progress forward

a time of recognition

you shall be rewarded

for your efforts handsomely.

The moment is near

for you to be liberated

from anxiety and fear

of an uncertain future.

Your destiny is mine

we are linked in prayer

separable by none

irrespective of the present

which may be hopelessly bare

my prayer is one

that you do not despair

so stay strong, my friend

for this too shall pass

in a future near.

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In glory of the mind

they say it is

a super-power of an organ

complex and massive

with dominion over matter

and all things physical

conquering all if only

there is the will.

Deep in thought

a conversation I heard

relentless and vigorous

between the body and mind.

I am the master

and you are the slave

says the mind

rested you have

now it is time to work.

Irritated and restless

responds the body

there comes a point

when you lose

the power over I

no matter the urgency

to catch a shooting star

no matter your will

I am unwilling and

will render you alone

aimlessly trekking the thought-land.

I see, says the mind

I see that you may be

needing a respite and wastefully tired

drained of energy, fallen under the rock

that serves no one

now get up and work.

Well, says the body

well let’s see your magic

I see you getting

helpless and frantic

unable to control a fiber of my being.

So continued the debate

between the mind and body

unresolved and beastly left

to the sleep which suddenly

swept through me

leaving the body laid

and the mind on bended knee

giving in the end

to the powers to be

relocated in thought

in a motion slow

uprooted from reality

am I dreaming now?

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He stood

beaming hope

on a day icy cold

preaching truth.

He stood

with a nation

tall and proud

born again

vivacious and free

basking in memories golden.

He stood

with echoes of past

on shifting sand

a union

built on blood

of distant shores

in suffering shed.

He stood

with a people brave

seekers of liberty

free and gallant

in pursuit of happy.

He stood

with humanity

of corners of the world

yearning liberation

freedom and food.

He stood

the 44th president

confident and bold

in a future bright.

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In the sense of time I die

I die cell by cell

and piece by piece

destined for a life mortal

in war and peace.

Yet I breath

knowledge I absorb

expressions of self

in spite of death.

In the sense of time we die

yet dreams of a preacher

live on to see

a destiny fulfilled

a changed generation

and a nation perfected.

The hope distilled

of pain and despair

seeing no end

lives on to inspire

elevating a son

of a mother single

a bearer of light

a hope-vessel half-full.

In the sense of time we die

dreams live

but you and I.

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In her presence I delight

in her absence I shiver

missing the glow

of her warming care.

Her love,

a thirst unquenchable

undying hunger

a sibling never had

a companion in sorrow

a believer in truth

a guiding arrow.

Without her,

a life aimless

floating above

a lifeless canvas

restless in thought

flying aground

soulless in spirit

frozen and bound.

Her love,

eternal and enlivening

a kindred life

worth living

music to the soul

complete in her

union alive

that is why I love her.

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There is a lot to be learned

at times I get so overwhelmed

by the almost nothing I know

about dark and snow

life and the globe

woven into a web

it makes me feel inconsequential

insignificant and peripheral.

Then came along the Internet

the great equalizer to the rescue

an outlet of expression

pent up and long overdue.

Liberated the mind and imagination

forever freed and seeking

birthing new life

and life to meaning.

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Before the magic happens

and the sense of elation descends

a calming breath blows

the winds of uncertainty

a moment of doubt and incredulity

disbelief, devoid of equanimity.

Then, suddenly, the magic happens

clearing the fogs of ignorance

endowing the gratification of patience

the orgasmic explosion of euphoria

sets in the knowledge of knowing

a mind is liberated

a soul revived

a person re-born, from strongholds of illiteracy

That is when the magic happens

with rapture and joy conceived of brain sex.

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It is not the food Africa is starved of, for there is plenty waiting to be equitably distributed. It is not water Africa is thirsting of, for rivers flood all across the land. It is not for the lack of means of any kind – earth-bound or alive. There is only one cancer that is the root cause of all evil: Africa is raped by poverty of leadership.

Raped by egoistic, selfish, and ignoramus buffoons who pretend to stand for her; humiliated world-over; left behind to die impoverished and in despair; stained by the blood of innocents falling victim to violence, cruelty, and lawlessness; hemorrhaging her precious resources – living and non-living.

Bloodied, exposed, and defiled by the ruthlessness of her own; helpless and powerless in exploitation; shamed by plagues and misery: Africa is raped by poverty of compassionate leadership.

A play-ground for aggressors and opportunists, exploited and sold, with bleeding arteries that became boarders between nations: Africa is raped by poverty of courageous leadership.

With potentials unfulfilled, promise unrealized, lands un-tilled and deforested, ravaged by civil-wars among brothers and sisters,  dependent on remission and gifts, an empty basket filled with hope and faith: Africa is raped by poverty of visionary leadership.

Africa is raped by poverty of leadership!