Monday, October 19, 2009

Heavenwatcher

Supine, pinned down by
The magnet of this tiny,
Huge round world

Around them
Desert horizon
Obsidian tipped with flame

Then deep, quiet
Blue -
Fathomless ocean night

Then sky-black space
Sparkled with
Star-grains

Time-wind blown
Scattered like grains of sand
Fixed into maps of

Stillness and change
A perfect geometry
Wheels of pure power

Traced on the night- black
Darkness of receptive minds
Pinned to the desert floor

By hungry earthforce
Drawing her own
Back to her self

Subject to work and weakness
Pain, pleasure and cessation
Within this tiny tactile home

Tuesday, October 13, 2009

Philosiphy

How interesting I find it. This whole idea of “life” to naive eyes. Impression. Oppression. Depression. Expression. This world that revolves for eternity and its complete internment of repression, oppression.
What is it?
What are we?
Who defines “we” anyway? The simplest, most idiosyncratic opinion of "we" is characterized into a straightforward word of “culture”. No. This is incorrect. When one is asked to define “culture” common images of religion, food, and dancing come to mind….No. This is incorrect. When was the simplistic term of “culture” suddenly thrown into a vicious whirlpool of doubt? Absence of knowledge within the common boundaries of intelligence is astounding to me. It leaves me awe-struck that with one simple word, the confines of morality and humanity can be so conforming that they nod their heads in agreement without question. Without challenge. Without argumentation. Where in the book of life does it say that he who listens must obey? For that matter, where is there a book of life anyway? The aforementioned “book” if you will is defined by a sadistic society who is lead by the upper class, Anglo, man of high society.
I say no.
No to conformity
No to belief
No to comfort
Step out of the “book of life” realm.

It’s the only way society has been able to advance in history. It’s the only way society will be able to advance in the future. It’s the only way.

I am Determined

I'm determined to be somebody someday,
No matter what obstacles get in my way,
For this is something I attend to achieve,
Through hard work as I continue to believe,

The mountain may seem way to steep, But I`ll not sit at the foot and weep,
I'm going to the top,yes all the way,
Because you see, I`m determined to be somebody someday,

The good ole black book that governs my soul,
Shows me how to live and set my goals,
It will carry me through,show me the way,
That's how I know I`ll be somebody some day,

You must be willing to pay the price,
Be able to shelter the trials of life,
From my work I`ll not only get my pay,
But the satisfaction of being somebody someday,

From a slave cabin to the hall of fame,
We shall remember Booker T. Washington's name,
This great American excelled all the way,
Because he was determined to be somebody someday,

No matter what people may say,
No matter what may get in my way,
I'm going to the top yes all the way,
Because you see I'm determined to be somebody some day!