The laser named You
Cleared the myopia…

the Pedestal is a delusion
and Gravity can’t be fooled.

There Are No Answers,

[or are there?]

Why is it that 99% of emcees are terrible speakers and presenters?

Why do women with the most annoying voices end up being the loudest?

How is it that the most asinine people are the most confident of their (ridiculous) views and arguments?

Why does an ugly teacher who lacks a brain correct our Literature papers?

Why is it that water tankers (carrying precious, potable water) always, always leak?

Why do people continue to argue a point that has already been made and laid to rest (minus any original ideas of their own)?

Why do I see everywhere a perpetual attempt to accommodate and make allowances for mediocrity?

How come most things wrong seem to have an upper hand over what ought to be instead?

Tsk tsk

It's tragic when people invest so much passion, energy, work, and sincerity into really pointless things.
A loud, painful instance: "Mind Maps"

BUY ONE GET ONE FREE

It’s a consumer’s market these days, they say

Choice, choice, choice!

And the best bargains on the most

Unwanted things

Mundane… I wanna buy it!

Different… I wanna have it!

And why not?

Buy one, get one free

Evil games…

but “No, we’re not playing with money!”

Buy a shirt, the personality is free

Here’s dark chocolate, comfort for free

Buy plastic, lots of pollution, all free

Buy an opinion, debate free

Let’s buy votes; power and perks – free!

“I’m buying some more friends ‘cause ‘Belonging’ seems free”

Get a tattoo, free second looks

Purchase insurance, health is free, really.

Let’s buy land, headaches free

unless you’re buying lots of it –

then you get status for free.

You can buy ignorance, bliss really does come free.

If you buy intelligence, fake labels are free

(if you’re lucky, the realization that it actually needs

another kind of currency – you May get that free)

“Hey, my soul’s up for sale, conscience free!”

(and if you buy lines like that,

pretend-laughter comes free, see)

Buy a flag, patriotism is free

Let’s buy up all the wars --- world domination and oil is free!

Buy an identity card, (“it will take a little extra, thank you”)

Reservation for free;

Maybe.

Buy Religion, Hate comes free

Let’s buy language, Suppression is free,

Guarantee.

I’m buying stereotypes, ‘cause I really want some free laughs

Buy celebrity status, you get free masks

I wanna buy Freedom, so I can get Control for free

I wanna buy some Spirituality, so I can get Peace for free.

Hmmm, how do I get free Happiness?

Oh, I’ll go on a buying spree!

It’s also stress-relieving therapy…

What are you buying into?

Choice, choice, choice!

Take your pick, it’s all manufactured

mechanically

Assembly-line production, we assure you

(so everyone gets the same quality)

Buy the factory-system, Equality free?

Take your pick, it’s all available

What would you like today?

A new face?

A new image?

What would you like to buy today ---

Love, Family, Respect, Identity, Authority,

Happiness, Wisdom?

Men? Women? Leaders?

They’re on sale too.

Just put the money on the table

(or under it)

And it’s all yours

Plus, trash for free!

What are you buying into?

and when are you

Selling out?

[This was my entry for Poetry at Mount Carmel College's fest. I know it probably is conceptually conventional (given the title), but for want of time I stuck to it. Still, the ideas & opinions are all mine :) ]

I smell a

wooden stage

Come, let us belong…

Let us enact

Emote

Share space, and

Context.

We’re up here together,

And we sing together again…

Sing, once more

and let me feel your words beneath my skin

Express

Reveal… Conceal…

Pretend to Act

Ah, stage!

Stories!

The stage is set

We flow, in tandem

Words roll between us

They’re like dialogues

Perfectly placed

Rehearsed and sincerely delivered

Except,

We’re on Live

And we’ve never read this script together before

Unscripted

Raw

with polished edges.

The stage is set

It’s the ease and comfort of a rehearsal

No nerves, no pressure

No arc-lights to blind

No audience to watch

The absence of eyes;

Soft, happy, carpeted silence

and a latent pulse.

The stage is ours,

Just You and Me

Characters tailored perfectly

The spot is on Us

And we enjoy it

Devoid of costumes and make-up.

Act II

or maybe Act III?

Post-interval…

Drama, improvisation, rhapsody, plot

How much of this story is fiction,

and how much is Life?

Performers enjoy both, though;

We’ll let the blurred lines be

We’ll make it memorable

This stage, we’ll make it our own.

Come, let us belong…

Unscripted

Real….

RESTLESS

Cross legs.

Tap-tap-tap-tap…

Look sideways

Uncross.

Open file,

Hmmm….

Close file.

Eyes dart

Stare at shoes

Red seats

Zig-zag-zig-zag...

Very restless.

Pull out notebook

sdrawkcaB

…

and then some eroM

Restless with ideas

“Buzz Buzz Buzz Buzz”...

Have to engage them

or I feel like I’d

Implode (or maybe,)

Explode

It would be foolish to await verification.

Running ahead,

…sdrawkcaB

Scratch-scratch-scratch-scratch...

Still restless:

The buzz engaged, yes, but

the currents strike hysterically

Lots to do!

What’s the starting point?

Tick, tick, tick, tick…

PLAY...

Rewind. Fast-forward. Pause. Shuffle. Eject. Unwind.

And I return to blogging again!