I weep at where we are now the last, the least among our neighbors for a people who have so much heart to be treated like trash by a government that cares only for control, control and control loftily looking down from their ivory towers scheming and gloating while the whole country suffers in ignominious defeat at the hands of a pandemic which our neighbors have proven can be controlled, and defeated i weep at this injusticce i want to shake my fists at the heavens for having us needlessly suffer at the hands of an incompetent government that bristles at criticisms and stamps down on dissent how my heart aches at this sore predicament so many are going hungry so many are unsure of tomorrow where will the next kilo of rice come from until when can we live with a roof over our heads how long will we be able to last the virus is a beast? no, far more vicious and cruel is the beast among us that has led us to this where hunger is a reality where joblessness is a reality where no
{Silence} NOT an option by mariatriccia, literature
Literature
{Silence} NOT an option
to shrink in blind obedience to silently cringe and not speak to step back instead of stepping up To cower in silence is handing the weapon to the oppressor. To cower in fear is offering our wrists to be shackled. We are a people carrying our hearts in our hands forging on in the midst of fear - throat tight, brow scrunched - yet still... moving forward striving to break free fighting for the good of all especially in the face of that ever-threatening force that seeks to pound down our will that dares to build this edifice of fear that wants to wall us in Though our hearts are being scorched by the creeping flame of fear fed by red-hot coals of iron-clad, hedonistic generals we vow Silence is not an option Our voices will ring in protest Our fists will rise in the air Our hearts, beating as one will burn away the fear.#
I can't wait for this season to end for freedom for life to go on again. I must wait for this season to end that said, realizing that life will never go on as before. I will wait to face the sun and squint forced by its bright rays of light beaming down freely. Beautiful.
Take me back -- back to where? I've never liked going back back to all that pain the memories are dark and hazy it should keep [pain] I'd prefer NOT to go back no recalling what had passed no wishing for what could have been no thinking about why, why, why Going back brings too much [pain] lessons learned from past mistakes may bring future joys? But not enough not nearly enough to take it all away [pain] Standing, breathes in better times at least I face straight ahead. There's no going back This life, stops here This sad life [ends]
I? I can't recall much my memory haze-filled memories when tomorrow seemed too far and the now was unimportant when time seemed to be just there hanging suspended and I? I was alone mostly. day by day riding a carousel riding? No. in truth I was the carousel standing motionless in the middle while the world kept on running turning, flowing, going and I? I was alone watching the world run at speed towards who knows what faster, slower, each runner running each walker walking and I? I was just looking at faces that were happy one time devastated next but achingly beautiful [joys and scars] and I? I was.
Repeatedly | In spite of My mind keeps running through each scene each minute detail magnified Flashbacks | Even if I try anything just to stop the circling thoughts yet my mind Keeps refreshing Restart Running | Once again Stop it tap-tap-tap-tap tap-tap-tap-tap Delete deletes Respite But not for long Haunting My mind It's back hollow | hallow long stretches of sorrow Why does it keep coming back to haunt me?
Slowly, slowly. Step by step I move to the edge. Eyes are worried, brows are scrunched. Confused but still resolute, I leave fear behind. Stepping near the precipice. The day's darkness permeates I catch my breath. Why can I not see the sun?
I miss the heat of the sun on my face I miss the wind flowing through my hair It doesn't matter that the heat was scorching 15 days have gone by without i miss the freedom of choosing to stay indoors i miss the freedom of choosing to take a walk at midnight never mind that i hate having to make choices 15 days have gone by without i miss hugging my mom tight i miss just being with my aunties even though i get frazzled with all the tasks they give me 15 days have gone by without my tears, confused, drop on the hard floor
tappity tap day long keyboard clacks messages get sent off blindly trusting each tippity tap tap gets seen by intended eyes despite a worry growing of unwanted ears waiting for the next clickety clack tap.
How do you measure the worth of a day A chicken in a coop dispenses her day pecking, scratching feathers growing, dropping, falling crowing inside confined in its coop A fish in a bowl bubble, bubbles, and more squirting sloppily, plowing through fins shining, scales slowly going down the sand swimming along walled in by glass Today was like yesterday which was the same as the other day and the day before the day before Confined, walled in behind tall gates Counting days How do you measure the worth of a day?
I weep at where we are now the last, the least among our neighbors for a people who have so much heart to be treated like trash by a government that cares only for control, control and control loftily looking down from their ivory towers scheming and gloating while the whole country suffers in ignominious defeat at the hands of a pandemic which our neighbors have proven can be controlled, and defeated i weep at this injusticce i want to shake my fists at the heavens for having us needlessly suffer at the hands of an incompetent government that bristles at criticisms and stamps down on dissent how my heart aches at this sore predicament so many are going hungry so many are unsure of tomorrow where will the next kilo of rice come from until when can we live with a roof over our heads how long will we be able to last the virus is a beast? no, far more vicious and cruel is the beast among us that has led us to this where hunger is a reality where joblessness is a reality where no
{Silence} NOT an option by mariatriccia, literature
Literature
{Silence} NOT an option
to shrink in blind obedience to silently cringe and not speak to step back instead of stepping up To cower in silence is handing the weapon to the oppressor. To cower in fear is offering our wrists to be shackled. We are a people carrying our hearts in our hands forging on in the midst of fear - throat tight, brow scrunched - yet still... moving forward striving to break free fighting for the good of all especially in the face of that ever-threatening force that seeks to pound down our will that dares to build this edifice of fear that wants to wall us in Though our hearts are being scorched by the creeping flame of fear fed by red-hot coals of iron-clad, hedonistic generals we vow Silence is not an option Our voices will ring in protest Our fists will rise in the air Our hearts, beating as one will burn away the fear.#
I can't wait for this season to end for freedom for life to go on again. I must wait for this season to end that said, realizing that life will never go on as before. I will wait to face the sun and squint forced by its bright rays of light beaming down freely. Beautiful.
Take me back -- back to where? I've never liked going back back to all that pain the memories are dark and hazy it should keep [pain] I'd prefer NOT to go back no recalling what had passed no wishing for what could have been no thinking about why, why, why Going back brings too much [pain] lessons learned from past mistakes may bring future joys? But not enough not nearly enough to take it all away [pain] Standing, breathes in better times at least I face straight ahead. There's no going back This life, stops here This sad life [ends]
I? I can't recall much my memory haze-filled memories when tomorrow seemed too far and the now was unimportant when time seemed to be just there hanging suspended and I? I was alone mostly. day by day riding a carousel riding? No. in truth I was the carousel standing motionless in the middle while the world kept on running turning, flowing, going and I? I was alone watching the world run at speed towards who knows what faster, slower, each runner running each walker walking and I? I was just looking at faces that were happy one time devastated next but achingly beautiful [joys and scars] and I? I was.
Repeatedly | In spite of My mind keeps running through each scene each minute detail magnified Flashbacks | Even if I try anything just to stop the circling thoughts yet my mind Keeps refreshing Restart Running | Once again Stop it tap-tap-tap-tap tap-tap-tap-tap Delete deletes Respite But not for long Haunting My mind It's back hollow | hallow long stretches of sorrow Why does it keep coming back to haunt me?
Slowly, slowly. Step by step I move to the edge. Eyes are worried, brows are scrunched. Confused but still resolute, I leave fear behind. Stepping near the precipice. The day's darkness permeates I catch my breath. Why can I not see the sun?
I miss the heat of the sun on my face I miss the wind flowing through my hair It doesn't matter that the heat was scorching 15 days have gone by without i miss the freedom of choosing to stay indoors i miss the freedom of choosing to take a walk at midnight never mind that i hate having to make choices 15 days have gone by without i miss hugging my mom tight i miss just being with my aunties even though i get frazzled with all the tasks they give me 15 days have gone by without my tears, confused, drop on the hard floor
tappity tap day long keyboard clacks messages get sent off blindly trusting each tippity tap tap gets seen by intended eyes despite a worry growing of unwanted ears waiting for the next clickety clack tap.
How do you measure the worth of a day A chicken in a coop dispenses her day pecking, scratching feathers growing, dropping, falling crowing inside confined in its coop A fish in a bowl bubble, bubbles, and more squirting sloppily, plowing through fins shining, scales slowly going down the sand swimming along walled in by glass Today was like yesterday which was the same as the other day and the day before the day before Confined, walled in behind tall gates Counting days How do you measure the worth of a day?
Favourite genre of music: rock, reggae, blues, folk, classical, ska... Favourite style of art: photography, photomanipulation Favourite cartoon character: bugs bunny Personal Quote: it is important to finish what one has set out to do in life
Favourite Movies
the princess bride - "my name is iñigo montoya. you killed my father. prepare to die!"
Favourite Bands / Musical Artists
the jerks. the doors
Favourite Writers
Virginia Woolf, Pablo Neruda
Tools of the Trade
paper and pen
Other Interests
music, literature, theatre, IT, science, human rights, social justice
there's always a first time
there's always time for reading
there's always a rhythm tap-tapping in the wind
there's always an always.
what does an always looks like?
is it filled with reds or blues
yellow-laces or teal-shade ties
is an always an it, he, she
old, young
new, borrowed
clueless or hueless?
always.
Children of the Night
Staring blankly into endless space
Ragged clothes hanging loosely
On bony frames thin as boards
Dirty and grimy with street grit
Clutching plastic bottles tightly
Eerie smiles on their drawn faces
Children of the night with light in their eyes
Playing endlessly on the streets
Or sprawled carelessly on the gutter
Clutching plastic bottles tightly
Clawing through restaurant refuse
Chewing half-eaten burgers and fries
Heaven provided nourishment
Or the river styx poured into empty stomachs
Clutching plastic bottles tightly
Palms outstretched
Eyes beseeching
Voices pleading
Seeking solace
Hope
Escape
Re
At first I didn't know what to write down for Blog Action day - of course something about the environment - but I was at a loss since the whole environmental problem is so huge. Anyway, I just decided to scribble some lines and came up with this.
Lingering thoughts..
Pause a moment
Take some time off and stop awhile
Languidly listen to
The effervescent whisperings of Lady Wind
Chronicles of the years
Vanished and seemingly forgotten
Of boundless terrains and open seas
Nothing and no one owned and everything free
“Forgotten times…” she whispers
Now she knows no boundless space
Foreign and massive bulks have arise