The Dark Side of My Mind

November 22, 2010

Inspired by The Dark Side of The Moon – Pink Floyd.

Droplets on my windscreen do hastily race
To fill the occasional empty space
And the lights, through the droplets distorted
Like a thousand setting suns fill the scene.
My great gig is not in the sky,
nor in the moon’s shadow is tonight.
And, this my mind’s side, to you unseen
Has anything, but in the darkness been.

Incoherent screams of death do repeat
to my mind ’tis no ordinary feat
But it is lost, lost in the beat
to thoughts of time, money and hardships
And in this muse your tunes it skips
Only to have eventually even reality eclipsed.

Reprise:
The great gig is in my mind -
In its dark side – which to you is blind.
And in this side it is greatly bright -
And my great gig goes on into the night.
And amidst the applause and deafening cheer
I realise – that I have no fear.


Untitled

September 29, 2010

Inspired by e e cummings.

A leaf to its stalk so happily bound
through sun and rain, a bond kept sound
A fine morning; the leaf wishes to explore
Branch to branch, and stalks galore.
The pain of a snap, forgotten to be free
The stalks agony, the leaf did not see.

Swayed from stalk, to branch, to tree
Living life by its own decree.
It had no wings; nor understanding,
that in its freedom, it was but falling.
And to the tune of the wind it might just sway
Only in a foliage; to fall, and there to stay.


On Music

August 19, 2010

A wave of energy from heaven descending

through my soul – my body transcending.

The genetics of the universe now decoded -

have every inch of my being flooded.

Flooded, now emitting from fingers and toes

only music lingers, as it goes.

This limitation; I cannot now bear,

that words are penned and read without a care.

But tunes so aptly; speechlessly define

Love, emotion and passion that are mine.

Expressing epics in a single beat -

Lingering, provoking – as they so hastily fleet.

Talking to me in the language of all creation

I have now evolved in to a shaman.





Futility of Man

July 20, 2010

Open the newspapers in the morning,
there’s nothing but words of mourning.
Notes on increased shareholder wealth,
but no mention of our degenerating health.

Words about death; from crimes of hate;
and constant cribbing on rising inflation rate.
Condition of the economy during a recession,
or the lack of enemies arriving at concession.

Bidding for progress in the technology race;
to sell more in this advertising space.
Celebrities, we seem to constantly glorify,
Suggesting appearances and money are our society’s foci.
Silicone stuffed bodies; now beauty define
with such delusions, our actions do align.

Genocide in the name of a god,
such irony; I cannot but applaud.
Retort with a war, just for oil;
conspiracy theorists your facades will foil.

Realise; that we are all but one
and all of us pay for a wrong action.
We have one home; for all to share -
Sadly you cannot leave it, so do begin to care.


Did you?

May 1, 2010

This poem is best when read with Rhydian’s O Fortuna playing in the background.

Available here: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=qQdv3yBDePQ

Did you ever ask yourself,

Why you aren’t what you dreamed as a child?

Why we are filled not with love,

but with vile.

 

Did you ask yourself why,

You lied to your self about your passions,

You admitted; to your self, defeat

You chose, your dreams, to forfeit?

 

Did you ask yourself why,

You chose to work for someone else’s praise?

You chose not to leave behind a magnum opus,

But live your life; not for your self, but the rest of us.

 

Did you not realise,

That history doesn’t remember compromise?

That those of us who are remembered,

Have but made that choice.

 

Let my words anger you,

And inspire you to what you want to do.

Make the choice of greatness if you wish,

As there is more to life than this.

Let others remember and see,

What your life has come to be.

Go on, leave a legacy

Not an obituary.


Stevie G

April 11, 2010

With ten men you had taken to field;

With the will; before a juggernaut – not to yield.

With the world’s eyes and your men’s fears;

Would you be the one to shed happy tears?

With a foot on defeat; what was your thought?

Would you be remembered for great naught?

You are a captain, you are a conductor

In history; your name has been carved forever.

Six minutes is all you needed,

To the game’s beauty you have heeded.

Words cannot explain this miracle,

for those who missed the spectacle.

Forever; Steven, you shall be remembered,

when eleven men feel surrendered.


On Being ‘Human’

March 8, 2010

This article was featured in a tweet by The Human Origins Program of The Smithsonian National Museum of Natural History. Can be found here: http://twitter.com/HumanOrigins/status/10977615008

Why are we called “human beings” ?

The word ‘being’ is a reference to existence, while the word ‘human’ is rather complicated. To understand the essence of this word, I did a little research and found that the words ‘human’ and ‘humane’ have the same etymology: they come from the same word. However, at some point they became two distinct words such that ‘human’ is a reference to homo sapiens, and ‘humane’ is now a reference to qualities befitting human beings. This can be seen by looking into the word ‘inhuman’ which is the opposite of being ‘humane’ and not the opposite of being ‘human’. I am hoping to bridge this difference and question our perceptions of being ‘human’, and why this does not somehow equate to being ‘humane’ anymore.

In my opinion it is the ability to appreciate, respect, love, forgive and express gratitude that makes us human. Essentially – what we define today as someone who is ‘humanitarian’ is what ought to make us ‘human’. Sadly all homo sapiens are called ‘human beings’ while the term of humane nature is reserved for those who have the fundamental wealth and riches to express these qualities at a scale large enough to attract media and international attention. This is a noble act – and I have utmost respect for those who pursue such activities.

But really, what about those who cannot be “humanitarian” towards victims of natural calamities or refugees of political strife? Is there no need for any expression of respect, love, tolerance (not towards race, colour or religion but towards personality) and gratitude without there having to be some extreme cases involved?

As children we learned rather silly sayings such as “As you sow, so shall you reap” or “Do unto others as you would have them do unto you”, but as we grow older lots of us see that it is not the means we use, but the ends we achieve that define who we are. It is often the pursuit of lies, deceit, competition and trampling over others that reap maximum benefit for some of us – and frankly that’s all that matters, isn’t it? It is what those around us think of our clothes, income, success, grades, intelligence and materials that is important to us, and to achieve this by any means possible is sort of fine, really! It is not important anymore to have people we love, maintain relationships or even hold important to ourselves what we think of our own qualities or even to question some of the means that some of us may use to rise to the superficial top.

To what extent can a person go to constantly negate not only the feelings of others, but also their own conscience which asks them to do something good? How does one look at ones self in the mirror when they know that they are full of lies, dishonesty and disgrace? I guess it comes to a point when they perhaps realise that it is the pursuit of such exploits and ends achieved that make them satisfied, rather than the quality of relationships, values, ethics and happiness.

Thankfully, such satisfaction is indeed short lived and wisdom always catches up to make you feel ashamed. Albeit, too late. By then there’s nothing you can do about it as the people you have walked all over – can really take no more. You then spend the rest of your life with repentance and if you’re not that wise – denial, and unhappiness.

For the rest of us though – we may have small houses, but beaming hearts and happy lives. And well, we’re sort of fine with that – really.

So, what is it to be human? Is it only that you have been born one, or are you really that different from any other animal?


Wandering

February 28, 2010

Racing against time

Will I make it there?

Zipping past fields that

turn a tinge too yellow

Heading west on this motorway

to see the sun go down.

This world is turning too golden,

reminds me of things forgotten

while I stayed home, being

what all expect me to be.

It is only here

With the wind against my feet,

that life has been so raw -

and so true.

 

 

Will I make it there?

It doesn’t really matter.

 

 

Riding north on this motorway,

The sunset casts shadows on the highway

In this gold and black fusion – I wonder,

What will the next town bring?

Its easy to get what I need, and move on -

Or will this remind me of past mistakes?

Is that what I am running from?

Or really, is there something I’m running to?

 


Hide And Seek

November 3, 2009

I do not know what to say,

As I wander here – searching for the way.

My mind is lost – in a desert of thoughts,

Like grains of sand; surround me, in this vast emptiness.

There is nothing here,

But this nothingness isn’t clear.

 

Answers are searching me -

As questions I am filled with.

Questions of mine – are incomplete.

Whose answers I have not sought -

They have only found me,

As I wandered through the vast nothingness.

Under the starlit open skies,

Eventually, I will find me.

 


Hands Clean

October 29, 2009

An object taken,

Is soon forgotten.

A kind word said -

Is cherished with love.

People spend money -

Without a doubt;

But it makes  them cringe -

To simply let the truth out.

A good word is all -

One needs to hear.

To know they are loved,

by those they hold dear.

But in giving an object -

they least care about,

The truth in the action -

Is treated with flout.

To give it away and get -

The burden off their shoulders;

It is mere selfishness -

Guised in concern.


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