Smell The Kite

No one caps a capsized clan
or robes a sinking tribe
You make waves
to pave way
for breath
No one adds a broken bead
to praise the rising race
You create ways
to make waves
for stars
Smell the kites for take
Stake your kite in time
Pastime be pastime
Costume be costume
When the bard sings up
your day has just begun
Pray arise


It is trite, isn't it, to say you must gun for ya goal with single-minded can-do verve? But we do. Indeed we must.

This side of the globe compels us to. Yes. Too much ratting before racing, making the proverbial rat-race a compelling case-study today. It will compound in the days ahead. Bet.

My take? Rank the stakes. Cool temper, and work. Bloody hard. Period.

A Time Soon Comes

Kindly he spoke
kindling smooth hype
buoying much hope
at a stroke
Meekly he came
minding not fame
bashing old game
as a shame
Truly we sought
thinking we got
linking much thoughts
to our pots
Strangely we lost
and sadly we cost
vowing this time
despite known costs
to reform


Ha! How do we say "they betrayed us!" without wondering how naive or gullible we've been? You must know some story in this strain: personal, institutional; politics, business; secular, spiritual. Sometimes, a curious and benumbing mix.

Oh! How many hearts have been broken...staying broken...in this or these ways? Speak not. We know.

As for "dreams-personal" and "heights-national"....Gosh, those politicians!!!

A Tone So Ringy

Could they know your line
and capture some clicks
our hmm.. tone be gone
soon soon
But they don't
Could they know my line
and measure some beeps
our wow.. tunes be sneaked
soon soon
But they don't
Would they try as hell
to rupture the code
for some to know
Like hell, they will..
But hell can't tell
Hahaha!

The less, the best, in the matter of swell relationships. Go digital in ya love deals: you can code many things, and anything! You can block, hold, delete, do, undo....endlessly, instantly. Fun.

The fruit cake in this matter is that we merely return to nature and true home language: where your mom spoke to you in....look, nod, wink, sigh, etc. The Cradle Code of all souls! Thrill.

These days, we talk too much.....with scant effect. Encode.

Clock of Faith

A soul once sold
in the cold
not giving up
so looking up
living each day as gold
A soul once ate
by the gate
not looking in
so soaking in
leaving all things to fate

From those trickles
came some tickles
in time
From same channels
rolled the kernel
of fate
Musings met musical chairs
A note will connote
the turn of fate
by faith

The first door, just in time
Promise galore
The foothold stuck in sly
Dodges galore
Then the swing, the wind
and old things be gone
Dangers galore
A note of hate, a word by fate
The soul lingers in thoughts
and lumbers in pain
till the deal be finally sealed

Pray timing and time
old wind was new again:
Same soul
Same fate
And same clock of faith
that has ticked for gain
Trudge on
It's the trip of fate!


There is a story behind this story. A hardworking and bright mind who, like many others, was unable to secure a commensurate graduate-level job. From petty selling (hawking was more like it!), serving in faith activities and spending time around our zone, changes and openings occurred...and a job came.

It was much anxiety for the recruits because they got no letter, no pay, lots of empty assurances for almost half a year! Then more changes. And mass sack - even of those yet to be paid! How faith works....and fate runs: The worst blew away, just as it came.

As I regard the scenario and pondered its mix, it was clear to me that our purpose and posts do matter to fate. Some truly fine workers lost, some maginal performers won. By all scores, this soul ought not to have lost. The tabs just didn't add up....

Alas, faith and fate assured the scores!

Imagination

Calls and calling
divide the fold
Yet they be one
Balls and calling
unite the fold
Yet they be torn
Falling and calls
belie the bond
Pray, we be on
Ballroom and balls
define their folly and all
before the foolery and fall
Though they be tall

Use your balls
for the call
Stand ye tall
in the hall
Pray, tie your balls
lest you fall


This is a versification of the general concern and call for higher standards in public service, both in the US and around the globe. Things are getting murkier by the day, nay, minute! All over, our leaders are taking real liberty of us...and their oaths! We beg them to stay off the gravy train. And to clean things up, today! The US politicians should be leading...not muddling!

Tests and Tasks

Testy times be testy tasks
If it snaps, ti snaps
Stay with the crowd
before it traps
When it clamps, it clamps
Pray with the crowd
before it clamps

Testy times be testy tasks
If it's crap, it's crap
Stay with the king
before he's crap
When it snaps, it traps
Pray with your pride
before you're cramped


All you need these days is to watch...and catch...the goings and comings. You can't miss the high drama: in homes, business, politics, schools....everywhere. If you be like me, you must be truly itching to jot down a thing or two. You get too hung up, and you too will...snap! Hey, watch it!

Skyping and Skype

Seek thee a messenger
chatssenger
or picssenger
Try a skype
Need ye a filessenger
notessenger
or mailssenger
Find a skype
Have ye an instant film
video stream
or striking game
Get a skype
and get skyping

Hear:
It is a voice
and a line
tight data
and light
See:
It is a shade
and a blade
slashing your bills
in style
Bear:
It is a click
and a clip
trendy, crispy
and clear
Feel:
It is as close
as they claim
gaining acclaim
So, I proclaim

Seek thee some fun
pun
or rebuff
Go to skype
Need ye a tent
vent
or consent
Come to skype
Have ye some ads
regards
plus some guards
Hop on skype

By skyping you yearn
on skype you learn
Oh yes
Chatting by typing
skyping by calls
Oh yes
It be an highway to earn
Pray yes
What you are is what you get
How you give be where you reap
Yes yes

And, now, it gets bigger
Others are getting the trick
running from stick
Smarties are cutting the costs
linking at last
Soon, oh skyper
chatting and calling
will be the way
changing our world
Hear, hear
It started with Skype!


People from the developing world and patrons from rich countries must be absolutely thrilled by the arrival of SKYPE on the world wide web. It is not just a revolution, it is a most welcome and timely saviour in the Tyranny of the Digital Firsts! It is Demystification Par Excellence!!

Thanks to the great minds at Skype, the voiceless are having their voice....and things are surely happening around the globe. Skype and skyping are planting acorns of the "oaks-to-come"!

From my reading of time and dimensions, there will be bigger surprises from several corners of the world (rural and urban, rich and poor) in the domain of ICT and its redeeming bonds.

I hope that I speak for a zillion souls (certainly for my dear friends) when I say, I'm grateful I found SKYPE....and pleased to be Skyping!

Means and Meaning

Each day you pray
pay ya due
to love and life
Each way you head
pay da price
of love and life
It is the meaning
it be da means

What a way
to find ya way
in this wide way
Say it well
to keep it swell
Mean it all
and bind da spell
O' mindful soul
our world be well
our days will tell
So, play it well
today


What will it cost to be our brother's keeper? What must it cost to keep our sisters happy? How are we paying these bills - each one of us? Means and Meaning!

No matter the hurt, we must keep the lines open, and pursue our line in life. Many give up so readily, so easily, we wonder. Ha! Now be careful: Judge not! Those who wear it, feel it and know it. So....

Loving and living must remain personal, even perennial. But they blend and bond when the world be one for all. In this mix, we be all in debt. Means and Meaning!

What a daunting due!

Chords of 'Eight' Seasons

In a nation's democracy
each year be a season
to fly
By facts you rule
by acts you fool
And , pray how you go
you may fly
or fry

In a people's demagoguery
each year be a season
to fly
By acts they mule
by facts they pool
And, pray how you go
you may ply
or cry

Base souls make the ranks
but keep their rank
Swell souls bust their pranks
and fill our tank
In the fullness of time
each season builds or bleeds
for future banks
By the fullness of time
each season be a measure
of acts and facts
Who be lean and dem de fat
be a lesson to hide no more

Build for self-fat
and the gaol will trim ya bloat
Bleed to build us
and the goals will be ya float
Win, don't capture votes
Earn, don't rupture votes
Your maxim, if be service
lead not to maximum votes
for self
Never ever

In the People's Democracy
each year be a season
to fret
By tact you try
by facts you pry
And, pray how you go
you may flounder
and plunder
or gather fine feathers
It be all ya date

For, in the final democracy
your terms are finite
the facts be granite:
No spinning
No laundering
The wheel of time
be finely and firmly in tune
And the chords, this time
be sweet music or sour choke
One for you - pain or gain
most for us - pain and gain
Then the wheel rolls on, again:
Silently, gingerly, ever-surely...
in tune with time


Like you, I am amazed, amused and bemused by how politicians and their hangers-on behave. As for their aides and hirelings, it is one huge wonder. They are same everywhere!

Term-based democratic and electoral office holders are the greatest story and meanest movies to watch. What they do with power and position can hardly be foretold. They simply surprise all. In their sober moments (often too late, usually once they've crashed!), they do admit surprising themselves!!

And the political parties? Oh goodness, how did we invent them!!!

Just look around.