Our globe....

Our globe is so mixed up that it doesn't
care if it lives or dies.
WE, the ones who should be the custodians,
are neglecting our duties.
There is no more normalcy in the weather,
the seasons are non existent and we just
ignore the messages received on a daily basis.
Earthquake, floods, tornadoes, drought, snow
storms, ice storms and many more. 
What are we leaving as a legacy to the future
generations? or will there be future generations
when no one cares anymore.

Let's talk

Even the darkness invading my spirit
is impotent to stop my cries for a brighter day.
I hear the wind calling me,
imploring me to follow him behind the horizon
of haze that keeps chocking me and robbing me
of my life.
My eyes, not so alert like those of the hawks
that flies overhead wanting to show me the
way out of the haze.  I feel shivers run through
my body, but my feet are hot like red coals not
wanting to run anymore.
my face is white or could it be red at some point,
but maybe it could be black also during the
pitch darkness of the night wanting a true me to
come out.
I stand there and slowly, so slowly just start to sway
hoping maybe that my bad dream has ended with the rise
of the new day and the help that is extended to me ....

NB: this month is the month of
"Let's talk... do not be frightened to ask for help".

Call for help

I'm silently sitting here wandering why I do not feel
sorry for myself or anyone else in this world.
My mind is just floating around and around to no
avail in finding a place where I could certainly
go and do something worthwhile.
Do I hear little hammers in my head?
how can anyone live day in day out with such a
noise, is inconceivable to me.
Is there a way to stop that drumming without
playing around with one's sanity.
I read about it,
I listen about it.
I argue about it.
I run away from it.
Until I stop and it reaches me again,
almost mad at me for running away from it.
This is well hidden to the eyes of the world,
no one really believes me when I act strange
or stop acting altogether.
Society is a funny group of animals ready to
pounce on you if you are not like them.
I have an ordinary life on certain days and
atrocious days when I can't manage my brain.
I found solace in a tiny bird who settled
his nest right under my window, every day
I look at his struggles for survival against
predators like squirrels, bigger birds, the
lonely wandering cat, the dog that keeps
running and then backs away, and all this is
for his offspring who can't even fly yet.
He's very courageous in protecting his
environment and is always on guard even
against me who keep spying on his everyday
life. So know I learned that if I want to stop
the drumming, I have to stand up and stop
the drummer from beating those drums -
that drummer is ME and only me can come
out of it and with the help of the next bird family
that will come and live in the empty nest at
the bottom of my window.

NB: I tried to put myself in the head of a person
who might or might not admit that they have
a mental condition, so if this can help in anyway
I'm happy for the person, plus just ask for help.   

One after another

Is it possible that the earth keeps on
shaking always at the same place!
For one who has experienced an
extremely mild tremor, I do not know
what it feels like to see everything
crumbling around you.
If you are young and in decent health
you can always run to try to shelter
yourself.  If my memory is right, we
(children) were told to hide under a
table, a door frame, or just get the hell
out as fast as you are able to do it.
But in life not everyone can run, crawl
or even protect themselves from the
wrath of nature. When it hits, you
tend to loose your balance, panic
settle in you and as such you loose
all the control and knowledge that was
instilled in you.  I do not wish these
types of experiences on anyone, but
then life is not always what we would
like to be....
I do not know how to pray anymore,
but maybe if I could, I would go and
offer my help in any type or manner
possible.  To give money - is to throw
it to the wind, better give it to the
people themselves who know exactly
what help they need.  I have seen cases
where crates of clothes, food & water
opened by those who had to transport
it to these people, took out what they
wanted, re-closed the crates and send it
out without those goods.
YOU TELL ME THAT THIS IS RIGHT.
No way, because had there been a "spirit,
lord, or whatever you want to call it"
he/it would have not permitted such a
breakdown of human love for one's
brother, sister or family.......

Blank of memory

Is it possible to be able to write in one
language on not another ....

At times one word will escalate into a
myriad of phrases and your mind works
overtime.  Then there is times when you
keep looking at the empty white sheet or
in this case screen and wandering what
is going on.
A look, a taught, a sound will trigger such
a great passion in a person that it might be
just as well that nothing is coming to me.
I have started to be an hermite and fear the
cold, the snow, the slush, the icy patch
that can send me on the ground and land in
a dirty, infected emergency room, where one
goes in and don't know if you will come out
safe and sound from the mega attacks of
bugs....
So please bear with me for a while and maybe
in the near feature my brain will start a new
gear of adventures and love stories.
Thank you.

Another hug

If tears could build a stairway,
and memories a lane,
I'd walk right up to Heaven
And bring you back
HOME AGAIN.
I have tried many times to no
avail. Maybe it's me who
can't find a stairway in my
present confusion...
I did find a friend of snow
waiting for me to hug him
before he melted away.
My hug was warm but his
body was cold, so the sky
decided to separate us once
again.  A fine rain fell,
I had to leave you friend,
as I turned my body around
to wave you one last time,
you had already gone to your world.
OK I have quite a bit of time
to make you up again for just
another hug to you......