Heart Controller

The waters of life break and a cry for life is craved, Wrinkled moist skin soon to become a cuddly cushion, Miracles of existence begin with domestic delicate arms, Complete dependence, a leech, a monster, a parasite, All but selfish accusations put upon a defenceless creature, Rather, it is a treasure require cleaving and girdling, Then polishing to produce an independent shining sun, Ready to perform the rituals of cycle of life once more. Wednesday, 21st of April 2010

When a grain of sand is put on an exhaustive scale, And when the fires of hell unwillingly swallow him. A nearly non-existent particle climbs a mountain, Sitting on a golden throne taking a peaceful nap, With a sudden gush of wind the particle goes downhill, And to his logic, the cause of his misfortune is the mountain. An atomic grain hitches a ride with a chilly wind, Dives back down then swirls ending with a somersault, Hysterical euphoria invites this grain to insanity, And to his logic, the cause of his misfortune is the wind. A piece of sand granule fell upon a horse from the sky, Galloping throughout the grassland jumping over fences, With a sudden halt the granule lost his grip and fell, And to his logic, the cause of his misfortune is the horse. When a grain of sand is put on an exhaustive scale, And when the fires of hell unwillingly swallow him, The logic becomes illogic and heart and mind crumble, Suffocating as the books of infinite deeds assemble, Giving them another day ...

I have seen today's youth pursuing a desirable but far mirage, To them, a tender and honey voice produces a sixty second glory. I have heard today's youth living on a miserable but wide edge, To them, sixty seconds per day each day is what makes a day a day. I have felt a stinging surface separating the society into selfish sectors, To them, lighting colourful unneeded matches switches both sides. I have drank the water from the abyss's well at the uneven wide edge, To them, I made a surprise invitation temporarily abolishing books. I have sat down next to those who wished death and rot upon me, To them, salvation is by murdering the truth to live those sixty seconds. I have played sports with professional winners at losing championships, To them, a sacrifice is needed to win each game and to win the society... ... a merrier sacrifice is predictably achieved. None shall become one under an umbrella until the light of faith Shines through the horizons onto the hearts of mind...

Being in love with poetry makes you challenge others, With, you know, words never heard before, Or even if they were, like diamonds and gold, They would be used in such a way to never be understood, And the funny thing is we wait and expect compliments, From those pompous illiterates who cannot read nor write, This story began when I once wrote a marvellous piece of writing, Along comes a young adult shutting me completely up, Then he says, "What a rubbish piece of writing!" (Excuse me! I spent seven weeks on that!) "By the way," and, oh my, I knew exactly what he was about to say, Changing the subject was easy, As you would always look for his, the wacky arrogant, favourites, And in this case jewellery, like diamonds and gold, Though, dissimilar to my diamonds and gold, I must say, I should have sticked to simple language, But, the thing is, what makes a poet a poet? Erudition, if you ask me. Tuesday, 2nd of March 2010

When I was a child I lived on a very large farm next to the slums of a global city. My father took care of the cattle, and if something happened to an animal it was cut off from our food. The reason of this did not matter, and my father was always to blame. I migrated to your well-known city, this city, at the age of fifteen seeking a fair life. I did not want my beautiful children to be blamed for everything. Unfortunately, I can see things here are but the same, everything is always our fault. That is just how the world is, and no one will blame you for not changing. Though, sometimes I ask myself: "when will things amend? When will we dare to do things differently? When will we learn from our previous cruel mistakes?" That is only my opinion. I am nothing, no one. Tuesday, 23rd of February 2010

I only see the world from my little brown eyes, I do not know what the future holds or when will I be set free, Orphaned young never good at hi's and goodbye's, Aunt gazes at the horizon in front of the blue sea, Breathing deeply under the moon with silent cries, She speaks of a mournful war where we had to flee, Scary things were thrown by planes flying in the skies, She speaks of its ending when the war yearned to beget me, Am I a very lucky child? Am I a devil in disguise? Have I stopped the war? Have I caused the debris? Why kill my family? Why act on a mere surmise? Should I change my colour or beg on my knee? She looks at me smiling; all the pain she denies, She opens a new page treating me as a marquis, Going to the park sliding down sitting on her thighs, Then playing hide-and-seek and I count to thirty three, Embracing my mother's ghost through painful cries, Enjoying my father's ghost's company in front of the TV, I only see the world from my little brown ...

Please read the previous poem entitled 'Filed in Archives' before this one. Gasping deprived souls, On the floor, Staring so aimlessly, Against their wills, In this hell, Captivated, tortured, butchered, Few last long, All inevitably expire, Except this one, Since carelessness arose, Ignored for seconds, Screaming for power, Gigantic emotions rush, Joints rapidly restructure, Releasing the chains, Ostentatious deep inhalations, Reviving once more, Archives to reopen, Recollections of old-times, Needing unwanted souls, Pure, gullible, frail, Failure never returned, Hands supporting body, Standing on legs, Souls comforting others, Reflections of torture, Dark clouds form, Raining to cleanse, Evolving white habits, Reacting with walls, Of this abyss, Dissolving to bits, Removal of confusion, Steps to walk, Stairs to climb, Energising the soul, Surviving once more, In this life, A chemical world. Monday, 15th of February 2010