Monday, December 31, 2007

Eager

The vagueness of hope
The wisdom of planning
The disappointments in trying
The faith in distress

The anticipation in waiting
The joy of progress
The temptations to quitting
The achievements in success

The merry of the seasons
The yuletide of Christmas
The satisfaction on arrivals
The sorrow of departures

The victory in opposition
The build-up of emotions
The distractions of shrapnel
The passage of legend

The fireworks to countdowns
The resolutions for a new day
The uncertainty of the future
The fear of beginnings


-Ub©

motivation:
Wrote this piece while reflecting on the year, 2008 which is about to begin again in less than 5 hours. The summary of a life. The flashes of major events that occurred erstwhile, including the recent assasination of Bhutto. For once, I am stripped of anticipation, gambling with hope and just living like I should…making the most I can, one day at a time! I might as well stay home, alone, with my computer, dreams, resolutions, no passage rituals, just me and whoever cares….It is the best year so forth!

Saturday, December 29, 2007

seasonal palaver

the worries of life, the uncertainty of the future and the cares of the season has drifted my mind away from the exigencies of the now.

Living one day at a time and planning as less as possible is helping me deal with the pressure the season and time is putting on my shoulder.

I kindda want to ignore counting the anxiety that current events are ressurecting and focus on the changes I can make no matter how minute they might seem to be.

To make sure that it doesn't dictate my fun-having urges....Itz like having fun by all means! forgeting the now and focusing solely on the dream, the end-point......the end.

Monday, December 17, 2007

TOSALI

In a world full of flattery
In a world strikingly trifling
In a world biting and fighting
I’ll lift a hand, I’ll light a heart
When temper rises and quench
And mothers wail and birth
Where maidens seek reprise
I’ll lift a hand and light a heart
Isn’t it the voice of a lonely child?
Drowned by moans of carnal desire
Didn’t she scream like she hurting?
When you muffled the voice of reason
Where distraction abounds in droves,
I’ll train my ears, and free a life
When the choices we make
Is enslaved by our inevitable wants
We try to right the wrongs
Still it don’t make us rise
Amidst confusion and sleek ideations
I’ll stretch the arm to light the heart


Ub©


A tribute to Tosali

This material came to me while visiting Tritana Orphanage with Sara O. The motto being, ‘lift a hand, light a heart’. There was this sweet little girl, angel, doodeedoo, Tosali, her name, probably about 10 months old, who was brought in apparently because one of the aunts intentionally dislocated her two limbs from the elbow for whatever reasons when she was 8months old, holy bladabadating!…the arms has since healed and she was trying to sing and clap with me. Clapping she would have had difficulty doing with broken limbs. I was so humbled and lifted.

Sunday, December 16, 2007

CHANGE

Talk about the things that I can change
Not the ones that are beyond my power
Think about the wrong that could right
The possible ways I could’ve made it good
That little change I was too careful to make
Turned out a regret I’m too eager to tell
Talk about the decisions I have made
And what directions it has steered ma life
I could sing about all my mistakes
Maybe recite it in a thousand sonnets
Say something about my pride
Tell me about the hurt it has caused
Maybe then I can learn….
That I can change the things I can

Ub©

FRIDAY

Upon solemn nights
I wonder in thoughts
Immersed in me
Until a scene greets my sight
I feast my gaze
On a glorious sky, a starry night
Romancing galaxies, beautifully arrayed,
Clustering in pairs
Each telling a story
Then stare turns into tears
The glitter becoming blinding
Emotions can’t fathom creation
So the mind sets on a journey
Floating in despair
Searching for a pattern
Totally oblivious of reason,
The birth of a new phase
I find my mouth muttering
There’s a higher calling
Just keep your eyes to the stars

Ub©

Saturday, December 15, 2007

MUMMBLES

I wanna write on my mind
Cos my hand is losing a head
These words that I wish to say
Causes a stir in my womb
Crumpling beneath
As gallantry sits on it
I wanna uncross my legs
If I can feel my mind
Cos when I talk I spit my heart
Constantly searching my mind
For an image that looks blurring
Coming from time I feel my body wasted
I look at an end
But the chapter is already beginning
I feel safe but I am already sinking
Out where no one dares to save me
I feel desistence
Much so my reflection arouses me
Oh so horribly, ugly I am aware
I feign strength
As I walk on rope
Concentrating on the fall
The only choice, not to fall
I feign strength
But with diminishing confidence
I still doubt the capacity to strive
Still, I revere in my pride.

Ub et Suban©