Tuesday, 12 July 2011
Which expired in the end,
An illusion? A trick? A mirage?
A broken toy which you cannot mend.
A sentence starts with a Capital letter
A big, majestic imposter!
Full of character!
But ends timidly,
With a full stop;
Perhaps still (a) character?
But unworthy of a letter.
Live life like an open,
No full stops.
Live life like a Capital Letter.
Thursday, 23 June 2011
He focuses on the plastic.
Looking down at it, focused.
His voice disintegrates into textual ashes.
The world fades away, sober.
His fingertips extend virtual touches,
But fail to capture the soul’s thunder.
Yet he focuses on this plastic.
Looking down at it, hypnotized.
Looking sideways he dares not,
For his life lives in this gadget.
Connected to all,
Yet disconnected from life.
He lives on the plastic.
Reaching out for it, excited!
The mastery of the swipe!
Enslaves his soul to his skill,
Leading him to confound
Fantasy with what’s real.
He owns the thing, yes,
But fails to feel
The warm pleasure of joining a family’s evening meal.
His soul becomes plastic.
A hard processed thing; a lifeless fiction,
With no desires, no Life!
i.e. no dialectical contradictions,
With no fire, no spark!
But for the plastic’s cancerous fruition.
Friday, 29 April 2011
The price of oil has risen dramatically over the past few months. Oil prices have shot up 20% since December 2010 and are more than double what they were in 2005. What role, if any, has civil unrest in the Middle East and the Japanese tsunami’s aftermath played in this price increase?
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Friday, 1 April 2011
We are, therefore, divided by two great forces,
Our development shaped dualistically,
Our existence, binarily.
Divided by life and death,
Heaven and hell,
Right and wrong,
Positive and negative,
Light and darkness.
What lies in between lives in our memories.
Like a bridge that floats
Isolated from it's destination.
Where time and space intersect,
Where man and nature interact,
Where land and sea meet,
When semen and ovary combine,
The potency of the Divine is witnessed,
No void exists then.
The spirit of life continues to live in linear form.
We do not evolve, nor do we progress.
We merely peel off the next layer
Of what has already been crafted for us.
The magic of life is the experience;
Its tragedy: not being able to make sense of it.