Thinking less of me

If we would look long and hard with a gaze steady and true
You would think less of yourself than I do
Yea I would seem some faults but temper it with virtue
And I would have some doubts but them intersperse with faith
But if I would stare hard in the looking glass and long in the pool of truth
I must think less of me than you do

For to think myself refined lulls me into remaining blunt
Prepping and garnishing the trimmings of propriety
Fretting and fussing to place display my finery
Forgetting that yesterday's blade must be sharpened today to be of use tomorrow

As I marvel at what I know I fail to hear the sound of my ignorance's growth
I teach I teach till I am convinced I know
I apply each principle daily never testing its frailty
Content in what I know, not knowing the wisdom to be found in measuring one's ignorance

So let me rest in my strength and proud in the boast that nothing has bested me
Secure in a foolish truth and not understanding that nothing has tested me
Failing to see that only that which is broken learns to be strong
That it is after the punishment of constant battle that the arm can be held high

So let me think less of myself than you do
So I may press on and push forward to be better than I knew
So my eye will not be too haughty while my goals remain always lofty
I will think less of me than you do
And if I find you to be of any good measure, I will think less of you too

Men and Giants

In a land of little men, not a thing changes
The problems are too big and the men too small
The dearth of character abounds as its depth diminishes
The interests of men dominates any interest in men
This is the way of the little man and this is his land

The sadness of little men however lies elsewhere
For some were born strong and brave
others born with a fire deep and a fire hot
Birthed with the dreams for ten generations after
Carrying the hope of ten generations before

Then these men settled,
They saw rights above responsibility
They embraced freedoms with no consequence
They accepted the limitations of lesser men
They did not test the truth peddled by the dullard
They did not question the vision of the dreamless
They did not search the heart of the cold
They did not dare do battle with those that held the gates

Listen now little man , a reckoning is at hand
We have heard of a generation of giants
Beating with the heart of their fathers
Carrying the hopes of their mothers
Crying the tears of their sisters
living the dreams of their unborn sons
Listen close little man, a battle is near
For justice and peace
For dignity and truth
For the inheritance of this land
For it is a time for change!

The world is getting better

I tell you the world is getting better
It is bigger, stronger, faster, smarter
I tell you the world is getting better
Less children dying and mothers crying
I would tell you the world is getting better
But you would not believe me

Yet again I tell you the world is getting better
There is less polluting and more conserving
More healing and less sickness
I have more and so do you
I will get more and so will you
I have told you the world is getting better
But do not believe me

It is more important to know that the world can do much better

separate ways

ok my blog and facebook notes and anything else i write will now be going their separate ways...i.e. you wont be getting the same thing posted in two places, the time for that is past...
what will be the difference now?

the blog will have the more structured thinking stuff
and facebook will have the unstructured stuff that makes you shake your head and know i havent changed....

anyway no need to explain...the difference should be obvious...hope you keep reading both!:-)

Sucks and Blows

Sucks and Blows 11^th August 2007

So what if it works out fine?

Stick this up your positive outlook

Right now, right here it sucks

It sucks and it blows

At the same time!!

Don’t lower your voice at me

That will not calm me down

Don’t shrug your shoulders like you are better than me!

You better shut it before I assess your options

I said it sucks and it definitely blows

Don’t touch me

You touch me and I will sunny your disposition

So help me I will kick you in your brighter side

You don’t get it

Ok let me help you understand

It hurts, right here

It hurts in the place where I cannot fix it

It hurts where you can’t kiss and make it better

And when it hurts, it sucks

It sucks and it blows

At the same time!

So don’t be telling me to calm down

Excuse Me Miss

-- i almost wrote a blog entry about what happens in my life, then i got distracted by what happens in my head---

Excuse me miss didn't we meet yesterday, a couple of weeks ago
At Mark's poetry recital, over on 42nd street
Oh you dont know a Mark and never been to a poetry recital?
I must be mistaken then, please excuse me miss

Oh excuse me miss, did I meet you a week ago, a couple of months back
At the cafe over on 5th, with the live band
The soft rock band that made you feel older than you were
But happy that you were there
Not you? It was dark and i might be mistaken
Forgive me miss

Excuse me miss, didn't we met the other day, about 20minutes ago
We spoke about poetry and music and I rudely walked off before introducing myself
My name is Mark and if you are interested, I know a place on 42nd, I go there every month
If you dont have the time, then that is fine
We could make it next week, my brother plays in a house band on 5th

---i have no idea what happens next....options range from a chuckle to a dressing down...no physical abuse allowed---

Mr Depth

There are two things the world knows about me
I am not a racist
I am not shallow
So why are you smiling?
Are you a racist?
Are you shallow?
So why is it funny when i say it?

Look, I am color blind I make no distinction
The world is a shade of cream and it suits me fine
This we know and this i need not defend

But i am also not shallow
I am blind to physical features
I look to the heart
Pure personality is what interests me
Define pretty? define cute? or better yet hott?

In my eyes we are all simply plain
Rolling meadows of faces
No hills, or gullies or ravines
Just open grassland of unending plainess
This is how i see your face
This is how i view your body

So rest assured when you talk to me
its what beneath the surface that counts
That is why they call me Mr Depth
because in my mind you are plain and colourless..