science now has shown it plain as plain
that clouds and coastlines share an abstract bond
as do trees - indeed each green or grain
yes, every leaf and every twirling frond -
the large may be divined within the small,
an ocean in a single drop of rain -
minute the variation to recall
complexities of evolution's chain;
no need to travel far as either pole
to plumb the depths of man or womankind
and while there is uniqueness in each soul
our kindred nature's easy there to find
we all tell truths - yet none are free from lies
thou seest all in every person's eyes
WE SOW FUTUTRE CALAMITIES
Alexander K Opicho
(Eldoret, Kenya; email@example.com)
We sow the seeds of future calamities
In our capricious commissions and omissions
We put ourselves centre stage with ego
Not minding how much we mar
The future comfort in our mad scramble
For power and material glory
A wham Pam Pam in which we are carried
Far much away to verge of self-destruction
Cutting the woods to glow fire of selfish fame
Balancing our character on the tri-vicious
Pillars of sycophancy, snobbery and selfish hypocrisy
Looking at the clouds with scold not knowing
Is the cradle of deep blue suits and fibres
In its sympathetic micturations on matter below
The nonchalant oceanic human locomotive soles
Our deeds are full of vagaries as we jostle
To change the world before we change ourselves
The tired world is soon to change the capricious humanity
just a short time ago
outside the bubble
of our shining sun
few seem to notice
really even care
there's no man or woman
hopping or plunging flags
on distant faraway lands
just a machine, gathering data
to you or me
i guess that's no surprise
given the way we've treated
crowding it with metals on rubber wheels
coal plants with giant top hats or
explosive mushroom hats made from
radio active rocks and things or
tons of knick knacks molded from
oily wells and burning stacks or
grocer shelves lined with seedless
fruits and other mutant creations or
chemical sandwiches for lunch
all the while
how far we've come
i hope we find nothing out there
no planet should be treated
178 miles away from me
And 3 hours and 24 minutes exactly
Not too far
When you consider once you were
4451 miles away
Instead of hours it would have taken days
To get to you
I think in numbers
A big number of years apart
Yet that doesn't stop my heart
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I've checked my inbox just in case
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Falling in love with a long distance friend
A dynamic life
That's what I've always wanted
And it seems to be what I've ended up with
It's such a thing to look back and see how far I've come from where I was
I needed to believe in progress
When I was younger
And learned about Siddhartha
I became so inspired
I finally knew what to go after
The cure to these insufferable thoughts
Some sort of consistency between what was real and what was not
No one ever told me about the side effects
Nietzsche was always after me
Plato trying desperately to show me the trees
Capitalism challenging me to determine the difference between what I want and what I need
The side effects:
I couldn't tell the difference from one person to the next
The opposite of dynamic is static
I've grown numb by the shock of every time I encounter it
How can you be so dense?
How can you not see?
There's very little difference between you and me
Sometimes I feel mad
I get so angry
The side effect of pursuing enlightenment
The night was dark and rainy,
When I got into that car.
"I only had a few drinks," I said.
I wasn't going far.
And blood all around.
I never saw the other car,
Now I'm laying on the ground.
I can hear their voices,
And they say "it's such a shame."
Heartbreaking that a young girl like me,
Had to die in vain."
Start to flash before my eyes.
I can't make a sound,
Now I start to cry.
I'll never be a mother,
Or have a wedding of my own.
Because I chose to drink and drive,
I will die alone.
I try to find my voice.
"Dear God please forgive me,
For making this awful choice."
The night was dark, and rainy
When I got into that car.
I wish someone had taken my keys,
So I wouldn't get too far.
I wait as patient as a man of age can be
I do not know just what I expect to see
I sleep the sleep of a painful aging soul
knowing it is far too late to be whole.
The world I know is trembling badly
I hold on tightly with my heart beating madly.
I would dance to one more lonely song
but being old all my steps would be wrong.
Maybe I will be luckier the next time
or maybe be a beggar clutching his last dime.
Tomorrow just remains unknown and blank
but the smell of impending death is rank.
Will I be the lucky one and skate on thin ice
or will I be the one that pays for all his vice
That is what tomorrow holds for me
so I will simply have to wait and see.
You lost, Marshall.
Came in second place.
You lost, Marshall.
You're on the ground.
Shivering violently, eyes pouring.
Bawling just above the audible level.
Your father told you,
"Lose it to the one you love more than anything,
The one you plan to marry."
So I listened.
But his voice,
It only traveled so far.
Stayed within these walls.
Stop shivering, Marshall.
It is lost.
And it's your fault.
-- I am to blame.
-- And nothing will be the same.
-- Gold turned to stone.
-- So bright it once shown.
Stars are invading my vision and everything is blank. All I see is blinding darkness for the next few hours. When I finally wake, I see myself hanging from my rope attached to my ceiling. I gasp in horror. My throat closes up and my eyes betray me when they allow warm tears to form puddles on my sunken-in cheeks as I watch myself sway in horror. I quickly compose myself and the silence I hear is piercing. I wait. I wait. I wait. In the next two hours, I hear someone enter my house. I freeze. I hear keys jingling and the removal of coats. Next I hear voices. Two separate voices. Two familiar voices. My muscles ease up when I realize the foreign people are simply my parents. I hear stairs creaking. (I always hated those stairs. they reverberated booming creaks while I was trying to quickly maneuver my way up them after a deceitful night of sneaking out to see someone who was my very first heartbreak - but that's a different story.) I hear laughter. I hear happiness. I hear desperate calls for my name. I hear silence. I hear frantic knocking on my door. "Open this door right now young lady! We do not have time for your disobedience at the moment!" The door swings open. Sobs. Screams. My mother falls to the floor. I hear my mother calling out for my father, begging him to somehow comfort her.
My father files in. His mouth opens. Tears escape his eyes. He doesn't bother wiping them. Through his cloudy vision, he spots my note of finals words. He reads the first few sentences. "It was my time to go, I felt it in my bones. This was for the best, for I was only making a mess. I was making a mess of my life. I ruined myself. I had to leave. I am very sorry." He only gets that far until he drops the note and frantically dials 911. "Operator! Operator! I just found my daughter, she, she hung herself!"
"Please be patient sir, we'll have someone there right away." And with that he hangs up. He looks at my fragile mother. Then to me. He eyes me up and down before shouting to no one in particular, "Why?" He loses it and breaks down even more. My mother is still sobbing. Her shoulders are shaking. I ache for her. When I was alive I had not known I could have such an effect on people. I'd always considered myself dead, on the inside that is. Now I really was dead. And there's no going back. As much as I wish I could take it back, I cannot. And for that I apologize. I snap out of my thoughts and bring my vision back to my parents. The ambulance is here. They cover me in a white sheet and take me away. My mother tries to go into the ambulance but the paramedics stop her. They drive off. My mother falls onto the street. My father beside her. They are both apologizing. They are apologizing to me. Saying how they should've been there for me. Saying they should have noticed something and helped me. They are apologizing to each other. A day later, my best friend finds out. She sprints into her room and slams her door. Carefully, she selects a razor from her wooden cabinet in the bathroom and drags it across her wrist. "I'm sorry, I should've known. I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm sorry," she whispers. And with that, she's gone. I have caused all of this. I caused turmoil and pain, I am the reason for my best friend to take her life. I had not known people actually cared about me. I soon realize the severity of my poor judgement. And at that very moment, what was left of my ghostly my soul withered away. I decayed into stardust and floated into space. I am gone.
Please stop me
Be a yellow light
Be a yellow light while I'm still too far from the intersection to gun it
Be a yellow light blinking in the night, warning me to slow, to not go
through that intersection,
across that street
down that narrow road.
Please stop me,
Slow me down,
Make me wait
In the glowing red of your glare.
Please, for all our sakes,
Be my yellow light tonight.