whether in angst or sorrow or bliss,
our tears are like the ice
that melts off mountains
to form new rivers and streams.
the sound of a symphony,
the wail of a newborn baby,
the anguished weeping heard
in between church prayers
at a funeral service,
the dreamy fixed gaze
in the eyes of a woman,
holding her great grandchild
for the first time.
reading the handwritten
love sonnet from a beloved...
and sometimes,
just the perfection
and sychronicity felt with
the sight of a mere sunrise or sunset
that touches the heart
and reminds us of what beauty is....
or the remnants of a life...
even a death,
after the fury
of mother nature has spoken
truth of powers
that we mere human beings
know nothing of.
It is those things
and those things only
that we continue on this journey for.
the journey we call life,
that is welded and weaved
with the tears
of all human beings
who ever walked the earth.
all human beings
who have cried the same tear,
in moments of happiness, sadness....fear,
an inseparable kinship,
an anchor between,
it's that "something" we reach for,
that's there, but unseen.
the human experience, collectively,
shares many emotions while we're here,
and this fabric called life weaves it's tapestries best,
...with its invisible thread of "the tear".
*****
2015, January
When does morning start?
When a creature awakes,
Or when the sun rises?
Yea, the morning is
When a creature awakes
To find it starting anew
In the world dominated
By mortal souls.
The human wakes up
First by opening its eyes,
Then stretching its muscles
And sitting up in a position
To retreat from the bed
That held it prisoner
During the long, dark night.
Out of bed it goes
Attending its normal
Robotic morning routine
Whilst thinking of the future,
Of what the day holds,
And how the day will go.
Either gleefully or woefully
Does the human think of this
For not all mornings
Are filled with happiness and glee.
Fearful not is the human
Who takes things as they go
Wave by wave.
Wave by wave harassing it,
Wave by wave attacking it,
Wave by wave saddening it,
Wave by wave entertaining it,
Wave by wave knocking it down.
Each wave the human does take
Accepting each as a challenge,
As an opponent, an obstacle,
And one that must be rid of.
Defeat is not in its dictionary,
For there is no defeat
If one can rise again,
And face the same challenge
To only be victorious.
The human does not give up,
It does not ponder on the past,
But it rises from its ashes -
Waking up to start anew
In a world dominated
By mortal souls.
Born from a boom box
What is what happened to me
I came out of my mother’s worm, with a heart that was made of a stereo
Every time I take a breath of air, my lungs goes boom, boom, boom
Music is my soul as long as the melody plays I shall live internally
There is no blood in my body only the wires that produce my sounds
You can not pull my plug out of the wall to stop me because I have back up batteries
My voice is ancient I have not accent, my language is universal
If you do not understand what I say all you have to do is listen to my heart
You will hear my rhyme
I was born from a boom box
My name is music
Take my hand, it won't be far -
let's walk together into dark.
Reality can't cage our hearts,
I promise you it's just a start.
Are you afraid of word 'forever'?
Forget the meaning life has given.
The place I'll take you to is better -
be brave and break out of this prison.
Create a world anew from scratch,
mold its shape from void and silence.
The bluebird won't be hard to catch,
it's our home - the new asylum.