March 2012
Us....
There are those moments When we do grow close Our words jive, bringing us alive And all I want is an unending dose Of you, of us, our lives becoming one But this assumes the shade of hope As sooner or later, apart we run
“One must state it plainly. Religion comes from the period of human prehistory...”
– Christopher Hitchens, God is Not Great: How Religion Poisons Everything
A Brief Note on Super PACs
I was just made an audience to it………with Super Tuesday looming not too far in the distance, the presidential campaigns and their supporters are taking to the airwaves in New York and putting up a barrage of ads, primarily negative ones regarding other candidates. This would all be fine of course, as pointing to your opponent’s errors and seeming disqualifying traits is an...
February 2012
“A deep problem with
Haiku, is the fact that it
is misunderstood”
A Morning
Even before I awoke, I somehow knew The morning was awash in more than dew Even the faint hush of falling drizzles Bear the sound of more than just a few The greyish hue of the morning sky Filled the room with shades of goodbye A seeming sadness that could not be lost But at least in my bed I was warm and dry And all day it rained, not the sun did I see It’s golden rays, kept hidden from me...
Defining Ideology
The popular depiction of the American political spectrum as being a linear construct that spans the horizontal. The outer edges represent the far-left and far-right, and as a move it made towards the mid point, the moderate and centrist ideologues are counted. This is however, a very limited painting of political thought in the United States, and a clear case of this might be Libertarianism. Most...
“…no testimony is sufficient to establish a miracle, unless the testimony...”
– David Hume, An Enquiry Concerning Human Understanding/An Enquiry Concerning the Principles of Morals
I have always detested the term, “person of color” and do find it as abiological to biology as ahistorical is to history. Until the moment arrives when some humans are born transparent in the tradition of glass, and an insistence is made to make use of the aforementioned term, then we are all indeed “people of color”, and not just some of us.
“It is always a bit bizarre, not to mention verging on cowardice, with a mixture...”
“As even the mafia knows, war is bad for business.”
The Dreamer
She was of life and I was dead Yet I remained alive in her head She would always sing of me Remembering the happy days We spent on the shores of the Black Sea Where we had our first real kiss And to this day, that moment she still does miss So she calls my name when she’s alone Whispers it fiercely Yet nothing of me appears, not even a bone So she climbs up to her bedroom And desperately...
Alive We Are
O! But alive we are We’ve come thus far We survived the night And now see the light But the darkness comes Cue the sound of drums It is a promise thus made And will therefore not fade As victory we claim Defeat remains untame And so despair will be This we sure shall see O! But alive we are We’ve come thus far So just love me my love For I will love you, sweet dove
Strangers/Friends
Despite the travel and sweeping of time It seems we keep journeying backward No matter the shared laughs and tales There remains present the faintly awkward Such greyness to your resounding light I wish to free from our shared memory Of a past and present I want you in And a future that beats to the hum our very own melody
“President Obama once said he wants everyone in America to go to college. What a...”
– Rick Santorum.
Is this really what it has come to?
Aftermath
How natural it seemed for Meryl Streep to win an Academy Award tonight. For most actors and actresses called to the stage to receive their Oscar, one in the audience gets the sensation and feeling of surprise and novelty, as does the winner of course, or so I’d assume. With Streep though, it all seems natural to the point that one is not even surprised. I find this a testament to her talents...
“Besides, nowadays, almost all capable people are terribly afraid of being...”
– The Brothers Karamazov, Fyodor Dostoevsky
Fore-Telling
Of what use is a man’s dignity if he is not willing to put it on the line and expose himself to some ridicule, however slight, once in a while. My favorite manner of doing just so is by engaging in some predicting of future events and the turn(s) they will take. Now of course, these are hardly ever history-turning events I lend my efforts in this regard to, but mostly, awards shows of very...
Celebrating Rascals
This evening, I decided to subject myself to a 30-minute session of full-fledged masochism and watched Fox News Watch. It is a seemingly absurd and self-congratulatory spectacle that features at least three committed conservatives including the moderator, and for avoidance of any charge of bias, any number ranging from one to two tepid liberals or actual independents. This of course does very...
“The president is a left-wing radical.”
– Newt Gingrich
I think at this point, the at-times noble word radical, not at all uttered as a compliment by the former Speaker of the House and current Republican candidate Newt Gingrich, can be described as something akin to Gingrich’s personal call-girl. Cheap, oft-used, tiresome,...
“To love someone is to be the pillar that raises them from the scroungy floors...”
Alpha, Omega
The hardest bit of it all is the first line Like beginning a journey across the brine Taking a step and then two on the familiar front door In the direction away from home, towards the moor This way begins the voyage into verse One of such kind that can’t be rehearsed But as the steps grow many, the feet become strong So too, does the hand that pens lines quite long Then the travel becomes...
There is always the natural, slightly inexplicable and somewhat predictable tendency in us all to look back at past troubles and wonder just how we got through them. To earnestly marvel at ourselves, pondering just how we survived the turbulence. The strength we showed during those dark and difficult hours is one we no longer think ourselves capable of, in fact, it is perhaps one we never thought...
“A love for books can cure some ills.”
Time, Hans Zimmer
“He suddenly awoke, but not from sleep. Perhaps it was indeed from slumber for he...”
– D. George, Indigo Grey
Being Human
What use is conscience if not to be exercised What use is humankind, if not to stay true To that which the fusion of heart and mind Truth and love, have led one to reach This is to be human, this is to be alive This is to have attained some modicum Of self fulfillment and understanding To have known for once, who one is And so this capacity is not to be breached Not to be impeded by the men in...
Pizza....
With the rumblings of hunger I arose from my slumber, Not one of sleep and rest But one of detached reading, Studying and books penned by the best The evening was cool, indeed quite cold But did not bother with a coat, better be bold Or perhaps reckless, with abandon, but still Brave it I did, coat dangling from my bag In the low temperature I walked, up a slight hill To the place of dough, cheese...
Without....
The darkest night, the brightest day Are little wonders compared to your ray The warmest summer, the bitterest winter Are of slight sensations next to any splinter
Of time, when you are gone, my world is done The pillars come crumbling, as to the shrill of a horn It is finished, it is over, forthwith into the night I go And what lays beyond, I do not yet even know
A Brief Note on Mitt
Just observe Mitt Romney during these debates and you will notice a pattern. He never opens the door into social matters, but awaits for another, preferably the asinine and antiquated Rick Santorum to cross the rubicon, and then merely follows, trudging over the same foot steps laid by another. This is borne out of his natural uneasiness discussing such topics, but of course, he can’t allow...
Fatigue
Like a swooning ocean it creeps Crashing over my body in heaps I feel the firmness of the bottom floor
But as I reach for its safety, hands shuts the door I float, I swim, disoriented and weak Little gravity around as I try my best to kick Not much strength left in me to fight
The eyes close, erasing the flickering light And to the nethermost I sink, to great depths I fall Above me is...
The Lonely Shepherd
One should not poke much fun at Rick Santorum going on about Satan infiltrating various institutions of the United States, and attacking the country as a whole. He went on to say that the devil has seized control of the halls of academia and even reached the cathedrals of the Protestant Church. I do say one must not single out this delusional aspect out of the many insane remarks of Santorum in...
“Don’t walk behind me; I may not lead. Don’t walk in front of me; I...”
– Albert Camus
