I learn all I know about people through life and observation. I am one of those people who never fits in completely and kind of likes it just that way.
I feel it pushes me to excel – fearing personal rejection of my work and a push towards excellence, not always achieving it but pushing hard regardless.
I have often made it a goal in life to meet new people, see new things. A goal I never achieve due to the inner self wondering of what to say. Analysing everything before it comes out.
I think this may present me as non-spontaneous, milling the words in my head before they pass my lips – the moment is gone long before a sound is heard.
They say carpae deim – I ask: Isn’t Latin a dead language?
I am here at a developers conference, an air of confidence surrounds the scene. A confidence I do not share but wade through as I move around the attrium. I fear drowning slowly! Swallowed by those around me, disappearing into a void created by my mind.
“Hi”, It’s not a hard thing to say, but what comes next? One can worry or one can open his mouth and see what comes out.
Alternatively one can sit here writing this while meaningless banter goes on around him.
Perhaps tomorrow! This is a three day conference.
They say it is another day, but is it not just another segment? The journey through today will prepare me for tomorrow.
I shall slay the beast of loneliness first with my eyes, then with my heart. Only then will my lips part and utter the word my ears dread to hear; “Hello”.
By the winds of the night
The waves of the tide
I command that the gods
Take me to your side
In closing my eyes
Releasing my soul
Getting to you
My ultimate goal
Letting you know
There is someone here
Whispering to you
“Sleep well, no fear”
Telling you now and forever I’m there
Let you see, forever, I’ll care
So good night to you
See you in sleep
Your rest in my heart
Where forever you’ll keep.
I want to scream out loud, not just with-in my head.
Need to vent but no outlet exists that will understands.
Frustration… I know what I need to do and what I want.
More time is needed, more of me is needed, but not to be found.
So with-in my head I scream and cry,
lament everything that can not be.
If I fall away, I won’t be missed, until they want something new.
I don’t perform brain surgery, but is my contribution worthless?
Why does there have to be a reason?
I just am.
Why does there have to be an excuse?
I just did.
Why do I need an answer?
I’ll just keep on guessing.
Another term has just begun
For the next ten weeks there’ll be no fun
We come to school day by day
Listen to what the teachers say
From home to school to home again
Whether it’s sunny or pouring down rain
Getting lost within teh school
Like a mechanic without his tool.
Going from music, maths and history
Why I’m here, that is the mystery.
Teachers, screachers, Sunday preachers.
Yes they’re all the same.
Happy to agree with you if you play their game.
A cold night falls
A person calls
Troubled with fear
Only he can hear
For no one else will listen.
On the street will he die?
Or will he only cry?
He knows he is alone
talking in a flattened tone.
For no one else could care.
As he sits and he cries
A pain runs through his eyes
Why am I here?
He thinks and sheds a tear.
For no one else is around.
His home is on the streets
He fights for what he eats.
When he’s in the mood,
He’ll steal to get his food,
For no one else will feed him.
It came for him at night,
He really had to fight
He had to be brave,
Life ending in a grave.
Which no one else will see.
Doomed days on the horizon,
Fear rises with the sun,
The Earth has no resources,
We’ve depleted every one.
A hole above our heads,
In the skin around our world.
Our forefathers called it progress,
A grim future we’ve been hurled.
Build bombs of mass destruction,
To kill off every man.
Why destroy all life?
Just what is your plan?
Pollution on the beaches,
We watch the sealife die.
Pollution in the wind,
Can’t even see the sky.
If now we try to change,
If now we turn around.
It’s possible we might do it,
Bring life back to the ground.
Replant the once gree wilderness,
All life-forms free to roam.
Bring greenery to the cities,
Of the planet we call home.
Mother Earth, oh please forgive us,
We have no real defence.
We’d have seen it was all wrong,
Had we any sense.
Stepped back to see the outcome,
Of choices that we made,
Without your permission,
We watch the species fade,
Never seen again.
Their blood is on the hands,
Of every living Man.