Dancing Alone

Have you ever enjoined in an anticipated choreographically staged dance step with a total stranger? You have, I have, we all have! Even though you save your confessions for the dance floor, or better yet stand in front of your mirror in your locked bedroom two-stepping, bumping and grinding or shaking your booty to your favorite beat, out on the streets, in the mall, in the hallways, we all break out into an unanticipated dance sequence. We do that, not because we think life is a dance-floor and the sun is a disco ball, ironically we step back and forth in a quasi sequential manner in order to avoid human contact. You know what I am talking about, when someone is coming your way, and u try to make sure you do no collide with them, so you start thinking about where to step, or how swiftly yet abruptly shift your body so that no skin to skin contact is made. The next thing you know you find yourself hoping from one foot to the next in an organized frenzy, trying to maintain your cool in complete annoyance of the situation…Then you realize, you have to spit out the words “Excuse me” gritting beneath a stretched out fake smile. Finally, you have successfully avoided your “annoyer” and can now carry on with your normal life, having by passed what could have potentially been an accident… Individualism is engulfing human kind, eating us up like a parasite decaying a corpse that has been laying there for thousands of years. Our life has become barren, as barren as a virgin’s bed, and so devoid of emotion that the people in the Dark Ages would feel sorry for us. We live alone in a world filled with over 6 billion people. The newspapers ranted and raved about the “Day of the 6 Billion” at the turn of the 21st century, but I don’t see even two neighbors talking to each other and they only live a footstep away. We complain that the neighbors are turning their TV up too loud, but we never care when there is silence, we have come to enjoy it. Silence has become golden, so wouldn’t that mean that a ghost town would be the idea of paradise, where nothing but the silence of the night is heard, and the beating of the sun’s rays.
May be if sometimes we take the chance to talk to total strangers we will try and reconnect with each other, and not through the media, phone, internet and blogging (ironically), but through old fashion conversations... Get to know the people you share this world with, you never know how they could help you improve your dance moves.

A Frustrated Thought

When the fountain starts, and you have no idea how high it is going to be
When the first rain drop touches your skin and you have no idea a storm is coming
When the morning dew spills from a rose that blossomed yesterday
When the sun rays penetrate the engulfing clouds
The beginning of a smile, before the lips part
These are the little things we never pay attention to any more in our lives
It’s all bout the bills to pay
The phone calls to make
The cursing in the traffic jam
The calories to burn at the gym

What is happening to the world?!

Waterfall

Steadily meandering through,
Emotions of the river manipulating every move
Letting go, realizing there is nothing left to hold onto.
Percolating through eroded rocks
Watching the foliage of the trees dance to the beat of the wind
settling onto the water bed, rotten and dry

Sunlight was engulfed by pastel colors of a sad rainbow,
Darkness dressed the sky in mourning
Light dotted the black sheet with twinkling century old secrets,
A cratered surface hung like a cheap earring
The ephemeral scene was enveloped by an eternal agony

The water lost its patience,
Screaming, blaring, muffled sounds
Hurdling through a stampede of rage
Once free, breath became scarce
The rocks punishing the innocent,
Scratching, ripping, bleeding…
Battle scene from Stalingrad
The trees stood helpless, failing to caution,
“Waterfall, waterfall!” …

Floating with wings from an angel,
The sky now an elegant black gown,
A diamond ring,
Shimmering sequences, glistening with memories…
Hymns of nature were sung
Heralding the return of life.

Rapture suckled in natures’ mysteries,
Sudden death turned into resurrected life…
Anguish turned into poetic innocence,
Deafening sounds now flowed like harmonious love songs
Light exploded the darkness,
The trees knew what fools had failed to see,
“Do not caution, let it be…”

Dear Brother

Brown eyes fade
As the silence engulfs the heart
She sits watching the image transitions
But sees her life withering away
Succumbing to the life that has left her
Suicidal.

She chokes on the breath she took years ago
As she adorns her bare neck with a delicate necklace
The evening is a momentary escape
Then he stutters irrationally and cells turn
Cancerous.

“It’s your fate” they tell her
As weed kills the beautiful rose
Plays the ace but gambles with her life
Yet still she smiles
For me, for you…