Our Journey Home

On this bumpy road
'Round its curves and bends
We move along together
Hoping it soon ends

Home is where the food is
And that's where we want to be
One road leads to your home
But the other to mine for me

On this smooth, slick road we ride
The time, it seems to fly
But when we reach the crossroads
We sigh and say goodbye

Before we part we stand a while
We talk and laugh and smile
The gossips seem to never end
Though we've talked for miles

Then all alone we go our ways
Our hearts are filled with sorrow
But lighten up as we eat lunch -
There'll always be tomorrow

A Yellow Rose

A yellow rose
In a field of red
"You're different,
You stand out," they said
Behind the curtains
To hide she fled
Or beneath the covers
Of her bed

If the world was black
Then she was white
But as dark and strange
As the night
In these dull, grim days
A spark of light
But will she be frightened
Or will she fight?

Scared by the world
Made to fit in
Told that different
Is a sin
She listens to
The voice within:
"Just be yourself,
And don't give in"

Bigger than Me

I want to be a part
Of something bigger than myself
Something bigger than that
Which I can fit into my hand

I want to hear my name
As I'm flipping through the news
For something grand and bedazzling
For starting something new

I want to see my face
As I browse the morning paper
Though I may not know the world
To world I'll be no stranger

I want to be a part
Of something bigger than just me
Alone or hand in hand
I want to make history

In something bigger than myself
I'll make myself a part
With my eloquence and writing hand
Today I make my start

Me

Because a little self obsession never hurt... 


Me:
A girl;
A face
In the crowd.

At night:
Restless;
Tossing and turning
Around.

Me:
Creative,
Expressive,
Alive.

My pen:
Ever moving
My words:
Brought to life.

Me:
Quiet, observing;
Looking in
From without.

Seeing:
Every movement
Hearing:
Every sound.

Me:
Human;
One
Of billions.

Me:
Unique;
One

In a million.

Divided but One

What is religion? Some people will tell you it's a way of life. Others will call it a waste of time. I think religion is just about belief.

Relegion is what you believe in. It's what gets you through tough times. Religion isn't atomic. You don't have to believe in it completely or not at all. 

You can be an aethist, you can completely devote yourself to a single religion or you can accept some aspects of a religion while not believing in others.

It may be a way to identify yourself or a way to deal with the rest of the world. Religion is a concept we hang on to as an answer to unsolved questions. It is a way to accept what we can't explain.

Religion is completely artificial. It is established and propagated through people and does not exist outside our minds.

It is also a way to discriminate. For years religion has been a basis by which humankind has been subdivided. There are innumerable religious wars and disputes in which we forget that we are all part of a single society.

When it comes to religion we must accept that everyone does not have the same beliefs. And although we stand divided, in the end we must not forget we are one.

"When Pigs Can Fly"

"When pigs can fly."
I've heard the saying so many times while growing up.
"I'll do this when pigs can fly..."
"I'll belive that when pigs can fly..."
A couple years ago I read a quote:
"They said a black man would become president when pigs could fly; A hundred days after Obama took office swine flu."
On an unrelated note I wrote this a couple nights ago:

"Mankind will reach the moon
When pigs can fly," they said
"So close your eyes and go to sleep
Don't lay awake in bed

No innovation, experimentation
Stay inside the box
The bar need not be raised
And the line we do not cross

Be a good girl, follow rules
Do what you're told to do
Don't tread the road untaken-
It's not expected from you

Keep in line and know your place
And keep your mouth shut tight
Don't believe in what can't be seen
You have only what's in sight

When pigs can fly" they said to me
But surely they don't know
That pigs did fly into my dreams
Years and years ago

How to Measure a Life

How do we measure a man's life? Do we measure it in years or in moments? Is a man's worth told by his bank account and property or by the number of lives he's touched? Is his success determined by the car he drives and the clothes he wears or by the amount of people who consider him a friend? 

How do we measure a man's life? Is he to decide if he's achieved all he can or is it society's job to tell him so? To tell him he can do better, to tell him to go on; go on even though he's happiest here.

How do you know when you've reached your goal? Do you ask the people around you? Then why do you tell me what I want? Why do you tell me I can't be happy, can't be myself? Did I ask you to measure my worth?

How do we measure a man's life? We don't. 

The Nature of Mankind

Something I wrote when I was fed up of algebra. I normally write poems but somehow I ended up writing this instead.


It is in the nature of mankind to form groups and societies where only the selected are welcome, where only certain beliefs and ideas are maintained and where those harboring other thoughts are bound to be ridiculed or exiled. It is in the nature of mankind to promote free speech and expression and then to discriminate on the words spoken before listening to what is said. It is in the nature of mankind to assume their supremacy above all others in this world, to refuse to learn from their mistakes because we refuse to acknowledge them at all. It is in the nature of mankind to do as we please and then to turn away from the consequence, leaving a trail of fury and hatred behind. It is in the nature of mankind to create havoc and mayhem and to leave behind a mess that can never be cleaned. It is in the nature of mankind to do as only we can do; to be as only we can, to talk as only we can, to walk this Earth as only we can.