A new friend from the world
of meaning
going on moments
loving no torments
looking for pleasure
needing sweet treasure:
whether of man
or nature
A new friend from the soul
of feeling
coming with moments
loving fresh comments
of life
A friend from the end
asking the questions
posing no tensions
for minds
This friend, alas, may be just
the task
or
the last
This friend, oh Precious, is
sure a meaning
and for leaning
at last!
Have a great search in the cyber-world. When you meet, if you meet, make the best of life!
Tuesday, March 27, 2007
Mother On Song
I was the channel of birth
can't be the pole of death
I was the bearer of breath
won't be the conduit of dirt
So, be happy
and beware, dear child
this is the meaning of life
I was the anchor
when parchments yearned
I was the ink
when blotters drank
I was the eyes and the tears
reading and reaching at once
Mine was the bosom
mine was the shield
How sweet you were in cuddly wrap!
I was the hoping, and the hope
as you reached out at night
I, the frightened and the fright
as you broke out in pangs
Hey, I was the night, you were the dawn
So, be happy
and beware, dear child
this is the story of life
I was the past as the hours passed
I am now the ancient - but I care
You are the shoot of the ageing tree
Grow in love
You be the modern - and should care
Give with love
There is a present no past can write
or rewrite
There is an ancient all youth must hold
and uphold
So, be happy
and beware, dear child
this is the history of love!
For, through you and spouse
the story continues
And, through both of you
our lineage be legend...or doom
Pray H.A.P.P.Y!
On the occasion of 2007 International Women's Day, we must celebrate MOTHERS. I wish our
world leaders were listening to their moms - or recalling what they were taught - these days!
Me, I thank my own mama o!!
can't be the pole of death
I was the bearer of breath
won't be the conduit of dirt
So, be happy
and beware, dear child
this is the meaning of life
I was the anchor
when parchments yearned
I was the ink
when blotters drank
I was the eyes and the tears
reading and reaching at once
Mine was the bosom
mine was the shield
How sweet you were in cuddly wrap!
I was the hoping, and the hope
as you reached out at night
I, the frightened and the fright
as you broke out in pangs
Hey, I was the night, you were the dawn
So, be happy
and beware, dear child
this is the story of life
I was the past as the hours passed
I am now the ancient - but I care
You are the shoot of the ageing tree
Grow in love
You be the modern - and should care
Give with love
There is a present no past can write
or rewrite
There is an ancient all youth must hold
and uphold
So, be happy
and beware, dear child
this is the history of love!
For, through you and spouse
the story continues
And, through both of you
our lineage be legend...or doom
Pray H.A.P.P.Y!
On the occasion of 2007 International Women's Day, we must celebrate MOTHERS. I wish our
world leaders were listening to their moms - or recalling what they were taught - these days!
Me, I thank my own mama o!!
Sunday, March 25, 2007
The Come-back
Sounds do trample and straddle
Voices come to kill and heal
Sounds may level or revel
Voices do split or lift
And none will come your way
any way
until you choose your way
- whether carefully, even carelessly -
as you set out in life, set sail for life
Coming to grief
Going past hate
Picking your heights and the poles
Choosing love and lovers
homes and home-makers
business, or biz-partners
As you handle the map of life
and plot your path, lead your life
All be not lost
As you guard your compass
and guide your steps, watch your way
There be come-back
You are alone, or must atone
never truly in a real crowd
until you're home, or in jail
Well, you can float or bloat -
it's by the store you set
Come-back kids abound:
From poverty to prosperity to penury
and slowly, surely back to fame
From primacy to prison to presidency
From chastity to calamity to celebrity
From honour to disgrace to dignity
From piety to propaganda, to promiscuity
and measurably back to pulpit
From diva to drugs to dungeon and duffs
You come back if you're tough
You stay down if you're lost
But no one goes or comes sans luck
History is full, isn't it, of mysteries and myths. You can find enough examples of freaks, failures and fliers. Then, there are these amazing resilients: people who make turns, runs, twists and turnarounds. We call them the come-back kids.
Whether you be on or off, right now, take a good note!
Voices come to kill and heal
Sounds may level or revel
Voices do split or lift
And none will come your way
any way
until you choose your way
- whether carefully, even carelessly -
as you set out in life, set sail for life
Coming to grief
Going past hate
Picking your heights and the poles
Choosing love and lovers
homes and home-makers
business, or biz-partners
As you handle the map of life
and plot your path, lead your life
All be not lost
As you guard your compass
and guide your steps, watch your way
There be come-back
You are alone, or must atone
never truly in a real crowd
until you're home, or in jail
Well, you can float or bloat -
it's by the store you set
Come-back kids abound:
From poverty to prosperity to penury
and slowly, surely back to fame
From primacy to prison to presidency
From chastity to calamity to celebrity
From honour to disgrace to dignity
From piety to propaganda, to promiscuity
and measurably back to pulpit
From diva to drugs to dungeon and duffs
You come back if you're tough
You stay down if you're lost
But no one goes or comes sans luck
History is full, isn't it, of mysteries and myths. You can find enough examples of freaks, failures and fliers. Then, there are these amazing resilients: people who make turns, runs, twists and turnarounds. We call them the come-back kids.
Whether you be on or off, right now, take a good note!
Saturday, March 17, 2007
I "Dread" You Each Dawn
Each night, and the dark smiles
I go high, high with stars
Come dawn, and the cockcrow
I am on the climbdown, and low
Each dawn the cock crows
I go low, low and low
I dread the light of dawn
and the fright it draws
I fight to keep me drawn
to the only one I love
Come dawn, Dear One
my heart pounds for fear...
Fear of distance
Fear of another. Another -
who may tear what we have
or tug away at it - sheer monster
Then, the tough part: meeting
you at dusk, before our night falls
for us...just you and me
Ecstasy
Having you to me
shutting all away
And the silent night
speaking love in signs and sighs
lofting us afloat in grips and gasps
No gloating
Sweet groaning
Taking us as one, staking all, alas
How meekly, how milking
each still - once and future -
still soothing - now and ever
seeping the darkness of nights
Then, like clockwork - strict and fair -
Nature, so sweet moments ago, bleeds
in the dreaded dawn
And I am drawn
Yes, drawn...again
Come dawn, and the cockcrow
I wonder
Each dawn the cock crows
I wonder
slowly picking my ponder
in tow...
Where in the world would you rather be, or who in the world would you rather be, other than one or both these love-stricken souls?!
But be sure, dear luster, that you have the heart to "wait & await".
If you see what I mean!
I go high, high with stars
Come dawn, and the cockcrow
I am on the climbdown, and low
Each dawn the cock crows
I go low, low and low
I dread the light of dawn
and the fright it draws
I fight to keep me drawn
to the only one I love
Come dawn, Dear One
my heart pounds for fear...
Fear of distance
Fear of another. Another -
who may tear what we have
or tug away at it - sheer monster
Then, the tough part: meeting
you at dusk, before our night falls
for us...just you and me
Ecstasy
Having you to me
shutting all away
And the silent night
speaking love in signs and sighs
lofting us afloat in grips and gasps
No gloating
Sweet groaning
Taking us as one, staking all, alas
How meekly, how milking
each still - once and future -
still soothing - now and ever
seeping the darkness of nights
Then, like clockwork - strict and fair -
Nature, so sweet moments ago, bleeds
in the dreaded dawn
And I am drawn
Yes, drawn...again
Come dawn, and the cockcrow
I wonder
Each dawn the cock crows
I wonder
slowly picking my ponder
in tow...
Where in the world would you rather be, or who in the world would you rather be, other than one or both these love-stricken souls?!
But be sure, dear luster, that you have the heart to "wait & await".
If you see what I mean!
Monday, March 05, 2007
All for Try
My gate is for heroes
and the lowly
It will swing for them
My gate be forbidden
to the spineless
It will slam at them
Pray home
You be hero if you try
and show
You be zero if you fail
to try
You be mighty when you win
and be empty if you love
to crawl
Stay off my gate
Let the lowly strive
at dawn, each dawn
I bow for them
Let the flyers scale
the stars, more stars
I cheer for them
But the lazy? Huh
They must find my line
and stay off it
They be poison... of life
Stay of my line
Let him try that fails
It is meet
Let her fly that wins
It's a due
But them that crawl
with limbs all firm
be called to pain at noon
It is my measure so dear
Let's try for gold
Pray try
My day, oh Precious, be meant for stars
my dusk for more stars
Are you game
Their days be all for shame
who tame their soul to soil our sail
Are you flame
My say be meant for tribes
my pay for trys
Are you on
Their ways be filled with tricks
who tie their rays to seeking rent
I beg, stay off gate:
Go create!
Many third world countries remain poor for a lack of entrepreneurship and the absence or failure of the private sector. You are either in government or dead!
Too many of us are content to "belong", scared to dare; scared to death.
Hey, you're reading this because someone dared!
So can you.
and the lowly
It will swing for them
My gate be forbidden
to the spineless
It will slam at them
Pray home
You be hero if you try
and show
You be zero if you fail
to try
You be mighty when you win
and be empty if you love
to crawl
Stay off my gate
Let the lowly strive
at dawn, each dawn
I bow for them
Let the flyers scale
the stars, more stars
I cheer for them
But the lazy? Huh
They must find my line
and stay off it
They be poison... of life
Stay of my line
Let him try that fails
It is meet
Let her fly that wins
It's a due
But them that crawl
with limbs all firm
be called to pain at noon
It is my measure so dear
Let's try for gold
Pray try
My day, oh Precious, be meant for stars
my dusk for more stars
Are you game
Their days be all for shame
who tame their soul to soil our sail
Are you flame
My say be meant for tribes
my pay for trys
Are you on
Their ways be filled with tricks
who tie their rays to seeking rent
I beg, stay off gate:
Go create!
Many third world countries remain poor for a lack of entrepreneurship and the absence or failure of the private sector. You are either in government or dead!
Too many of us are content to "belong", scared to dare; scared to death.
Hey, you're reading this because someone dared!
So can you.
Saturday, March 03, 2007
Chains and Wheels
Sprint back in time
and read the textured mist
Take heed of lores
and tick the flowing truth
Strength kills the strong
Hurry or tarry...
It won't change, my son
Ply time
Stroll down the age
Soak up the tales
and let fools be fools
Moons mark the mines
as words cage the wise
Hurry or tarry...
It won't change, my doll
Stay time
Stay, stay and regard
There! Be our guard
A story starts, a moral ends
The tale of tails wagging
and slides of some flailing...
between their legs:
Go in arrant strength
come in errant shame
Mind time
Chains for wheels, all move
Wheels in chains, all moored
What be food be hood
What be drink be brink
The wise be fool again
the tough be steel no more
Measure! Be thee my guide
Pray time
As for strength, I seek
As for soul, I need
Yes. Grant both
In wisdom, in words
In wishes and wants
Ha! Set me free...
by the power of sage
and the beauty of tales
Yes. Be home for me
Hear time
I'm so tempted to comment on this piece! No, I will not. I will not spoil the fret & fun of the reader. No. No, I won't.
Let's sweat it out, and share the spoils of war!
and read the textured mist
Take heed of lores
and tick the flowing truth
Strength kills the strong
Hurry or tarry...
It won't change, my son
Ply time
Stroll down the age
Soak up the tales
and let fools be fools
Moons mark the mines
as words cage the wise
Hurry or tarry...
It won't change, my doll
Stay time
Stay, stay and regard
There! Be our guard
A story starts, a moral ends
The tale of tails wagging
and slides of some flailing...
between their legs:
Go in arrant strength
come in errant shame
Mind time
Chains for wheels, all move
Wheels in chains, all moored
What be food be hood
What be drink be brink
The wise be fool again
the tough be steel no more
Measure! Be thee my guide
Pray time
As for strength, I seek
As for soul, I need
Yes. Grant both
In wisdom, in words
In wishes and wants
Ha! Set me free...
by the power of sage
and the beauty of tales
Yes. Be home for me
Hear time
I'm so tempted to comment on this piece! No, I will not. I will not spoil the fret & fun of the reader. No. No, I won't.
Let's sweat it out, and share the spoils of war!
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