Sunday 26 February 2012

Being Human

I am human
so I shed tears of joy
flaunt the softness of my hard body
aver the sincerity of my lies
savour the intensity of my agonies.
I follow the same path
see if I get something new.
I praise God with profanities.
My life an oxymoron, but
In my confusion I've learnt
being human is a complex simplicity.

GHETTO CHILD

I die like a lonely tear
run dry before touching the earth
to let it know the pain
of which I was borne.

I fade off like a whisper
whose secret
remains hidden
from concerned ears.

I pooh and disappear
like a genie wished away
to utopias unknown
where mistakes resides.

While on a perky tit
my cries are silenced,
so is my breath stolen
to pay for the youth
I innocently ruined.

I am an African Child,
a ghetto child
and I die
before I blossom
die without a dream
for even sleep is a luxury.

JOY OF LOVE

In the darkness of human misery
a ray of light appears
lights the way to true joy.
Twin hearts find each other
and beat to the rhythm of love,
sister souls meet and fuse
make an eternal bond, never to part.
Bodies 'twine, then merrily join
drown'n carnal desires in passion of love.
Minds indulge in their needs
'til only one thought is left:
I am ecstatically happy.
Happy 'cos of the heart that loves me,
'cos of the soul that understands
and the mind that knows me.
My heart is empty no more
no longer does my soul thirst
nor the mind at all lust.
All desires are satiated;
I've known true love.
The joy of love
is the satisfaction of being.
In rhyme and verse
I order my chaos.
Give rhythm to this life
and a lil' reason to laugh.
I cling to immortality
with tentacles of charity;
 sharing bits of my soul,
 performing the divine role.
With all my strength I'll serve
and never lose my nerve,
for service obliviates our need,
and thus, joy we find indeed.
To renew my inner resources,
 and expurgate my emotional excesses,
I've been given a pen, paper and a poem;
to always remind me of who I am.

These are not words
but tears of my soul.
Wherever they fall,
my legacy stands.

Living Dreams

With my hope beyond repair,
I give a sigh of despair
as all my dreams finally die,
and 'neath dead hope forever lie.
Though at first cherished memories,
they soon rot to repugnant stories,
recollections of what-could've-been,
if destiny and fate didn't intervene.
Dreams have beauty while alive,
while towards them we strive.
Kill not those you have;
let 'em twinkle upon your grave.

Keeps On


Oh yes!
I’ve seen worse.
This won’t break me.
A new dawn I must see.

Hungry stomachs on worn mattresses
Nightmares and unfulfilled dreams
Bugs for company, rats for security
As inside a rugged torn blanket
We hid from our miseries
To dream a new chapter to our life stories

Oh yes!
I’ve seen worse.
This won’t break me.
A new dawn I must see.

Rumbling stomachs upon shaky feet,
as its deprived worms curse it
before their hungry writhing
makes ‘em accept anything
leading man to eat like pig
three meals a day his ‘living big’.

Oh Yes!
I’ve seen worse.
This won’t break me.
A new dawn I must see.

Worn souls clinging to dying dreams
despairing hearts and doubting minds
feeding off a feeble spirit
withered by its hopelessness
scarred by countless sufferings
and the rough battles of wills:
to fight or to surrender,
to win or to lose,
to live or to die,
to dare or not to?
Of the hardships I’ve met yet,
Choosing will be the worst.

Saturday 11 February 2012

The tears we shed
as away we sped
from bone deep poverty

the numerous volumes we read
as our eyes drooped
from tenacious exertion

the pains we bore
as in encyclopaedias we'd pore
soaking up in knowledge

the self inflicted torment
upon a hurting heart
not to forget the poverty

the sleepless nights spent
upon a book, the hours went
and exams drew nearer

the sorrows we suffered
as comrades were stoppered
back to their paupery
by the examinations

and the dreams we had
of riches already acquired
only to wake up
in the same miserable state

A New Perspective into Religious Dogmas


            I verily doubt the verisimilitude of all our ingrained beliefs, especially those that have been handed down to us generation after generation from time immemorial. Obviously there must be truths that are both universal and timeless for our universe to exist. However, with or without such truths, it’s still folly to accept as true today truths that were last examined eons ago. If by chance you are one of those Christians who is mortified by the thought of critically evaluating the transcendental existence, let me remind you that folly is condemned in the bible almost as much as sin itself. Further, in Hosea God explicitly points out that his people perish because of lack of knowledge. So you can choose whether you want to hold unquestioningly to your faith at the expense of being ignorant and risking folly or if you would be audacious enough to explore the heavens with a keen eye, are you ready to rediscover your beliefs anew?
As a matter of fact, many a notable wise men and philosophers throughout the ages have echoed this very belief. That God in creating man in his own image and bequeathing him with mental faculties had no intentions for man to wallow in ignorance and foolishness. Manly P. Hall said, “If the infinite [God] had not desired man to be wise, he would not have bestowed upon him the faculty of knowing.” And Einstein, “I don’t believe that the very God who gave us the power of thought and intellect intended for them to go unused.” Yet despite all the persuasive arguments asking us to open our minds and understand the spiritual, in lieu of moving on in blind faith tantamount to that requisite in kids for them to enjoy Santa’s gifts or the Fairy’s tooth, we choose to dogmatically dodge with a simple: God is not meant to be understood.

My feeling is that a modicum of understanding of God’s plans, intent, and dynamics, if such exist, would certainly go a long way in aiding and consolidating my faith wherever it may be shaky. I very well know that he silenced Job’s reproaches by reminding him that it was he who had given Job everything, and as such it was his prerogative to take it all away if he so wished. But then again viewing it from this perspective, the most fundamental equation in our relationship with God fails to add up. I’m referring of course to the assurance that God loves us. If I in all my imperfections feel guilty thinking of depriving my child of a gift already given to them, how come God does not refrain from doing it? Or is there some concept of love that I’m terribly misunderstanding? Could I be mistaken more than once? Because the story of creation also conjures up questions in my mind that make me doubt if I know what love is. Perhaps some theological literati amongst you could explain to me why a loving father gives birth to children he knows only too well are headed for temptation, hardship and, for some, eternal damnation. Please don’t debase God to any of our mortal and carnal weaknesses nor should you apotheosise us mortals while you are drawing parallels. I mention this fact because a friend of mind tried explaining it to me by pointing out the far greater rewards awaiting us at the end of our problems. From my point of view the fundamental truth is that God had and has power to make sure man does not undergo the punishment for sin. And before you flare up with the ‘God is just’ sermon and how man had to be punished, justice served, for God to retain this nature, remember that God in his omniscience foreknew the fall of man, right? Could he in his omnipotence also not have prevented the fall? Or, again I ask, did his love for us necessarily have to involve our suffering? Why even banish Lucifer to earth where his precious yet fragile little children resided? It really boggles me, it’s analogous to a court judge letting loose a convicted criminal upon his family to recruit into their gang those they will so he can later punish the whole gang. A gang that now includes his own children! Any sense anybody please? This are just some the questions that I have at the outset of my quest for eternal life, having shunned the Sunday school. A verse in the book of Revelation almost persuades me to be apathetic towards the after-life but I know that a spiritual odyssey is rife with intellectual enlightening as well. Hence, I set forth with a comforting thought: if my name be not in the book of life, at least I will learn some beautiful secrets and gain insight into the kingdom of God, and that to me is almost good enough.

Denying everything you know and setting out to find the truth from scratch with no basic assumptions (which could be faulty hence wrong conclusions) was Réne Descartes outset. Luckily for you and me, we don’t have to scrap every ‘truthful’ nugget in our memory. I sincerely believe that there are certain truths that have been under scrutiny so many times from so many perspectives that we can hope to find no new thing if we dedicated our lives into re-evaluating them. As such, our basic knowledge is that God exists in whichever name you know him and whatever form. The Big-Bang Theory is beautiful, meticulously formulated, and as a scientist I’m tempted to believe in it. The infinite liberties it would give me in this life cannot be gotten from any religion whatsoever, after all is it not each of our deities who restrict our desires by imposing morality and a strict code of behavior upon us in exchange for heaven, karma, nirvana, jannah or what have you? But the Big-Bang Theory is deficient in many ways, its greatest weakness being the accidental happening of the universe. With science’s very own emphasis on equilibrium, I fail to see a system void of energy spontaneously generating some. This would mean that the Big Bang Theory is limited by the bang itself; no one can scientifically explain the source of the energy or why such energy would be condensed about a single point in space-time.                 

            The sole thought in my mind is that which has helped me remain so liberal despite my spiritual convictions. This is the knowledge that God orders the steps of men so that they will end up wherever they were destined to. I believe that the Almighty who created all that is, will guide me to the purpose for which I was created.