LIFTED!

Once I was, wretched and impoverished,
Wallowing in the valley of penury and despair,
Groping through the dark worlds of oblivion,
Almost a non-entity to the surrounding world,
And insignificant in the eyes of my generation,

Then, as I sat in the mud of loneliness and lay by the streams of hopelessness,
Unaware of my life's direction, and ignorant of my purpose,
I beheld as though in a vision,
An eagle in its infancy upon the sun-baked mountains,
Striving to weather the gust of the wind and the tempest of the waters, yet unsuccessful,
In its first attempt, it fell to the rugged mountains in a crash almost snapping its wings,
And loosing its feathers, but it remained determined,

After series of failed attempts,
I watched in wonder, respect and admiration, this infant bird soar and glide,
Through the open air in comfort; drawing its courage and determination from within,
Then it dawned on me, it became clearer to my understanding,
That deep within me lay the treasures for which to the mountains I gaze, and across the skies mope,
Deep within me was my purpose, and the key to unlock the doors of glory and the gates of divinity...

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THE RAVAGES OF WAR II

Therefore here I am,
A herald of peace,
A messenger of love,
An agent of tranquility;
Calling on our leaders and government,
And the world at large,
Inviting all and sundry to a meeting of reconciliation,
And to a gathering of unity,

Enough is enough!
I just can't comprehend the reason for the fighting,
I fail to see the wisdom in any cause achieved by socio-political crisis and wars,
And the sense behind the killings and abuse is totally out of sight,
Please friends, let us call a truce,
Let us consider reconciliation and resolution,
Take a deep plunge into the ocean of pacification,
And cultivate from the fields of peaceful co-existence,

For though we are different,
Deep down in us all is a common interest that binds us together-we are all humans,
Let us together restore hope to the hopeless,
Peace and stability to the war-torn,
Life to the lifeless,
Health to the sick,
And live healthier, happier lives.

THE RAVAGES OF WAR

As I looked across the continents from my mind's eye,
Visualizing the globe with the vision of my soul,
I could see the destruction the Middle east is plagued with,
The turmoil that rages within Africa,
And the perplexity that grips our world,
So perciptible have these become to my senses,
That physical evidence became needless,

Considering the mass destruction of nuclear weapons,
The hunger and poverty that has become typical of the almost forgotten regions,
The outburst of epidemics and pandemics,
And the ever emaciating lives of the world's dark zones;
Supported on scrawny legs and characterized by bulging stomachs,
My heart bled for this gross negligence,
My spirit was crushed for this despicable injustice,

And as I hear and read of economic depressions ignited by warring nations,
The despondency, distress, and grief in which many now live,
The poor and helpless children whose hopes and future have been dashed,
And jeopardized by the ills of senseless battles,
And the social unrest and inter-ethnic crisis,
Precipitated by the onset of national uproars and international feuds,
Rivulets of tears rolled down my cheeks,
I could not help but weep for the ravages of war...

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CAN LOVE GROW STALE? II

As I sat on this warm wooden bench all by myself in the park,
I saw what turned out to be an unpleasant scenario;
Two lovers cuddled up against each other on a pew, kissing,
When on her lover, the girl accidentally spilled drink,
Then in a rage so unfriendly, and an action so inhumane,
He pushed her, hit her and went away,
She knelt begging, but he ignored her and drove off,
Then again, I found myself asking;
Can love to its own become adamant?
Can it turn out to be unforgiving, and unrepentant?

As I strolled down the sidewalk,
I witnessed a scene so unheard off;
A couple with much gaiety, hopped out of a mall with their son and into the car,
Attempting to drive off, without their son-they forgot him,
Then I found myself asking;
Can love develop a memory so full as to forgot its own,
Then for the last time I found myself asking;
Can love turn egocentric?
Can it become so eccentric?

CAN LOVE GROW STALE?

As I walked through the serenity of the winter woods,
With the cold of the season chilling my face,
And as I looked at the leaves shivering in the cold,
I found myself asking;
Can love grow cold?
Like humans does it grow old?

As I plodded by a neighbor's cottage,
I heard the cry of a baby left unattended to and uncared for,
It cried until it passed out in sleep,
Then I found myself asking;
Like that crying baby left uncared for, and unattended to,
Can love grow stale?
Can it grow weary, go to sleep and turn pale?

As I looked out my window in this cold winter eve,
I saw a lad among his peers, looking cheerful and joyful,
Then he was suddenly pushed aside and in the cold, was left alone,
He loved, but was never loved,
Then I found myself asking;
Can love suddenly turn lonely?
Can it be treated in a manner so poorly?

IF I TOLD THE TRUTH...II

Now I'm finally initiated, I'm totally made;
And yes, they kept to their words-I get paid,
Everywhere I go, the people scream my name,
Oh! I'm loving every bit of this fame,
With each passing day, I do the people's bid; so I rise,
And with every chance, I speak the people's language; so I'm wise,
I have them in my hands-with the words I speak, they're mesmerized,
Like a demi-god-with the lyrics I write, I'm idolized,
I have blended in, now a full part of the system,
I do what the system says, it runs in my system,
But in the darkness and silence, I see my elusiveness, like a shadow,
A simple camouflage living in a shadow,
So the truth cries to be heard,
And the light seeks to be shared,
But again I ask, "if I told the truth...?"

If I told the truth,
Will the people still love me?
If I told the truth,
Will they still invest in me?
If I told the truth,
Will the media still headline my story?
If I told the truth,
Will my fortune become history?
But the people desreve what they need, not what they want,
Or is that for me to decide?
Will my actions, my life, come to hunt?
Or is it my function to preside?
Isn't there more to life than this vanity?
Isn't there more to life than this drama?
Or is it all about prosperity?
Isn't there something like karma?
I'm still asking, if I told the truth,
What will happen?
To suffer the pain and let go off the gain,
Or to enjoy the gain and let go off the pain?
You be the judge!

IF I TOLD THE TRUTH...

Lights, camera...
But wait! Not action, but deception,
I'm finally in the land of the rich and the beings of high position,
The stage is set,
The people's demands, I have met,
The crowd is cheering,
The fans are hailing;
They love me,
They want more, more of entertainment that is free,
Free of criticism, free of the truth, free of true reality,
They admire and adore my personality;
I feel like I'm on top of the world, so high,
I feel like an eagle, soaring the sky,
So I give them what they desire, they cheer,
I tell them what they want to hear, it's fair.
But on my inside, the truth lies, suppressed,
Within me, the light exists, oppressed,
So when the lights go off, and the cameras come off, behind closed doors,
The true content of my soul, I pour,
And I ask, "if I told the truth...?"

They told me I had to re-organize,
But they actually meant, I had to compromise,
I wanted fame and fortune,
They said I could, I was opportuned,
I wanted to be flash with so much cash;
To wine and dine with the wealthy at every bash,
They said I could, but I had to drop the reality,
Transform, and put on a new identity;
I desired control, influence and power,
They told me I could have it, with each passing hour,
All I had to do was to play along,
And show that I belonged,
Because in this land, the mirage is the real deal,
And the real deal is not so real,
But when night falls, and I fall into the deep,
Of my mind and spirit, lying asleep,
The truth stares me in the face,
And the light desires to take its place,
But then I ask, "if I told the truth...?"


TO BE CONTINUED...
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