Posts Tagged ‘Spoken’

Conception

Posted: March 6, 2014 in Poetry
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Instruments transcend barriers brought on by languages…
The power of an assemblage of strings to imprint thought processess…
That words could never completely define…
Let the symbols testify…
The life lived lies…
Sounds, sights, smells…
Scribed through smiles…
Sulks, sobs, sighs…

That’s the power within instruments…
Words…
Words…
Can only carry emotion so far…
For I found the other five senses…
When meld with thought…
Teach us the greatest of all lessons…
Through the pensive times…
Pondering what each key and nth degree means…
Concede that we are not all that we speak…

Introduction: This is a little more political, but strong feelings nonetheless.

Dedicated to those ravaged by poverty…

To all those of so suffer so much…All that carries people to next day is necessity…Struggling to survive…Each night is so beautiful…But when we have a neo-fuedal system…We end up with inevitable victims…The ones who grow and harvest for us…from the farthest corners numbs us to their pain…We care more about what we crave rather than them…So we “immunize” ourselves from their suffering…Letting them fend for their own…Leaving them prone to be hurt…hurt..

Another one of those deceptive nights…Disaster strikes again…The earth shakes…And in its wake, more poor people again suffering sad fates…People just trying to maintain their lives are subjected to more strife…So many die…So many disappear…Next day will confirm their worst fears…All is lost…
So much rubble…Couple that with the lack of help from the haves…They don’t care about the things like Richter scales…Screaming for help but to no avail…They wonder why do they have to suffer the wrath when it’s always the rich who take…? When will justice come their way…?

The next day we see bodies strung up…crushed…eyes flushed with tears and blood…Trying to parse through the puddled mud…Trying to picture some of their last moments…Hoping some passed in peaceful sleep…But with such damage so steep that hoping requires me to suspend belief…A moment so brief now feeds so much grief…Products of fiefdoms or castes…What ever you call it, it’s the math that factors into all disasters…When will we, the guilty be held accountable for keeping all that’s bountiful…while leaving the poor to be hit by disaster…

The cost of our materialistic privilege is their lives…We blind ourselves to the dirt mixed with blood, sweat and tears…to produce what we eat and wear…We never think twice about the pain that so many must bear…Then we blame them for their predicaments…Or pity them…Not understanding we are the “humans” who did this to them…We forced them into danger zones just so they bring their needs and our greed back to often shattered homes…Many won’t even grow…Taken too soon…I look at myself…Ask myself…
How could you…?
I have no answer…

Sweet Echo

Posted: January 7, 2013 in Poetry
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I’ve never felt a sound so sweet…
A sound so complete…
For a soul so in need of a reason to be…
These past few weeks have felt heavenly…
Perhaps I see too much into these moments in time…

Yet each time I hear your sweet voice, I rejoice…
Things are ok…
For so long my own voice had been devoid of any real speech.
I felt that an early end was meant for me…
Why even breathe…?
I had no real breath…
Hollow thoughts with no depth lead me to expect eternal worthlessnes…
The only sounds around were those that bound me to sorrow…

What went wrong…?
I couldn’t explain…
But then one day, things had changed…
Much like the winds which swiftly turn and sweep across the plains…
All that I had yearned for came to me through you…
You have been imbued with a divine essence
Your mere presence accentuates who I am…
Your heavenly voice validates the power of my pen…

You are…
A person who I can depend on until the very end…
A whisper in the dark…
A voice that stands apart and soothes me like a cool breeze…
A sweet sensation that my whole body feels…
As the rhythm of your voice leads me to hope…
That I will no longer be alone…
You are the beat of my heart…
You are my Sweet Echo…