Sep 22, 2011

Critical moments.

With the ferocity of silver lightning it struck
A heart condition besieged
My entire body, electrodes racing
Like magnetic waves
Overturning in a moment
A life that was stoically sustained
That was precious to hold
Twisted into a precarious trauma
Thrashed with a ruthless passion
Onto an intense threshold
A limp, flimsy rag flung into the air
With little intrinsic control or power
Reckless of the consequences

Nothing seemed to matter too much
Nor too little in the wider scheme of things
There is a proverbial method in everything
Pristine and inviolable, unquestionable
In its inevitability
In a reluctant surrender to a condition
Mortal and intense.
The Migrant

Circles of wind shift and then drifting
settle down in a niche
its wings unwind to feel the air around
sniffing like an animal its new turf
green environs draw mixed emotions
titillating with excitement and tension
everything veers drastically

The process of change is gradual
Savoring piecemeal every new morsel
Picking new dialects, new life patterns
Each day a new climb, a fresh struggle
Moments undergoing a thrill of achieving,
Moments sliding into cliffs of disillusion

Change has to come from within,
Exploring new horizons
Discovering oneself, ones needs,
Spaces opening up within
To new aspirations
Unleashing a new growth
Mushrooming in the spring
Till finally it coalesces
Into a comfortable habitat
A Testament

When we pledge a testament
To our country of origin,
A relationship, or an alliance,
We seek to identify with it, to belong
Desiring a deep connection,
Imbedded far in our roots

With the current of time it becomes a part
Of our beings, our collective humanity
A mirror through which other people view us
A reflection on the quirks of myriad cultures
Merging into our beings
An insignia we wear on our hearts

The testament moves both ways;
The state body owes its patronage
To its people; to protect and nurture them
To improve the lives of its people;
To cultivate and reform them

When the state body fails to nourish its people;
Splits them into gender, race and religion
Draws daggers into their hearts
Desecrating their souls
Sowing seeds of oppression
Ravaging a land to infertility
Fostering a sacrilege worst in the annals of humanity

Then it ceases to be defined as a state, merely a den
For scavengers and thieves
The trust is broken, the testament violated,
The people of the state have nowhere to belong,
No possessions, no identity to cling to,
Their lives on a weak threshold shudder
Here the final covenant is torn apart
A travesty against everything life stands.