The Honest Rational

I’ve had it with doubt Seeping in unnoticed An imp throwing Small stones in myMind to far cornersWhere they don’t belong,Filling instead my thoughtsWith memories long buriedUnder the tombstone of forgivenessDigging up feelingsLong forgotten.May god help meSift through these recurringImages taking my eyesOff the crossWhere I tryEverydayTo hang more of my ego to dry.

Well the clouds told meToday is a day for poetsTo pen down their heartsOnto flying pieces of paperEncircling themAs if the pages were beesWanting the nectarAt the tip of their tonguesAt the corner of their eyesGathering at the creaseOf their brows wagglingAt the wonder of emotionsAround themThe clouds ask meWhat of all these poetsSurrounded by ….  Read More

It’s so hard toResist the narratives sold to usWe keep buyingAnd buyingAnd buyingUntil we’ve got nothing leftBut what we wereMeant to haveTo help buildThe narrativeThat is meant to be

Seeking the truthSoothes my soulAs a blue sky doesA cold grey mourning Succumbing to loveNo matter whatSets my purposeEach new day dawning

Yes!I get lost in my thoughts,My imagination.The trees in my headShroud reality,As they pull me into imagesThat I paint,That I weave,Around the lives ofPeople I have seenFor long,For short,For never,Who will beForeverIn my wordsThat seekNot to cageBut to freethe minds that join mineFrolicking amongst the trees.

The words I spit with fireWill quenchMy heart’s desireThe words that I spit with fireI will do soUntil I forever tire

Winds blow pastWords assembleOnto pagesFeather thin canvasesCarrying Reams and reams of Wild adventuresandQuick escapes Pointed battlesandPointless wars Fruitful loveandFrightful laters God’s great lessonspenned downthrough the lifeof the saturday poet.

Erasing memories,that plague the soulFacing reality,that stings the sight.Building new light,that nourishes the life. For you see the wisdom I have learnedIs the following set of if-then functions:If no ego, then no shameIf no pride, then no fallIf no anger, thennohardbitterblame. If I remembered an ancient tale, then I would tell you:About the king who ….  Read More

Their eyes meet, questioning the other’s intentTime had passed, answers too-From person to personSurrounding the confusion thatCame to be When one refusedTo stand up for the truthIn fear of what his consequence will becomeAnd the other refusedTo lie down in silenceIn fear of what her conscience will becomeA bone made brittle by that which she ….  Read More

Thoreau asks Emerson“Hey, is graduate schoolStill about education and training?”Emerson preaches, “Of course!”“And we must keep it that way.”Months pass byAnd the young Thoreau visitsEmerson in his palace.Looking around, he realizesThat graduate schoolIs no longer about education and training.It’s about results.It’s about research and development.It’s about productivity, not life of the mind.He walks on, despiteEmerson’s ….  Read More