happiness

daily we strive for happiness...it seems to be the ultimate goal everyone wants to reach...sure, you hear about people wanting more money, wanting to become more beautiful, do more for others...but at the end, it's so that everyone can be happy. do we ever get to that point? where nothing else matters except us and our happiness that encompasses us in its embrace?

maybe there is no "point" where one lives "happily ever after"...maybe its bits and pieces that we pick up along the way and try to rearrange into the larger spectrum of things. getting that job you've been pining for, watching you child take his/her first step, holding your first grandchild...all of these happy moments...maybe if you store them in a bottle, throw in some rose petals and sunflower seeds, and a slice of honeydew, you got yourself "happiness"...ta-da...

there is no "there"...it's what was, what is, and what will be...

interpretations

Condescending – patronizing disdainful haughty pompous arrogant snobbish – to condescend – talk down to, humiliate

Advice – recommend, counsel, guidance, opinion

so...are you in or are you out?

Excuse me too busy you're writing a tragedy, these mess-ups you bubble-wrap when you've no idea what you're like...

Short forms and short cuts and short skirts...in the long run, they all cause misunderstandings and get you into trouble

the words pour out of your mouth and i just watch each one fall into the cesspool you want me to sift through and make sense out of...i cant be your translator to the world...

when it's all said and done, i'm fucked up and looking for my own peace of mind...so dont hand me yours'...

It's all right, cus there's beauty in the breakdown.....So, let go...

simple recipe for complex cake

we use complex words to portray a simple picture...we piece together the puzzle to display a broken image...we feel proud and call ourselves "innovators"...are our lives that boring? or do we just need an outlet for our depression with reality?

I can't take my eyes off you...I can't take my eyes off you...I can't take my eyes off you....

most of the time we think we know...because we're afraid of not knowing...and not knowing is "bad"...being complex makes us unique...which is why all of us are complex...and if we aren't, then we strive for it...and once we do, we modestly refer to ourselves as "simple"...

I can't take my mind off you...I can't take my mind off you....I can't take my mind off you...

people are like cake...not enough layers, and you dont have any taste...too many layers, you have a taste, but it's too wierd and jumbled up and confusing...in essence, you're back to having no taste...but we still love cake...

.................................till I find somebody new........................................

Interesting

if women's rights are a problem for some modern Muslim men, it is neither because of the Quran, not the Prophet, not the Islamic tradition, but simple because those rights conflic with the interests of a male elite. The elite faction is trying to convince us that their egoistic, highly subjective and mediocre view of culture and society has a sacred basis...Islam was not sent from heaven to foster egoism and mediocrity. - Fatima Mernissi

Raising kids

Erik Erikson: "It's a long haul bringing up our children to be good; you have to keep doing that -- bring them up -- and that means bringing things up with them: Asking, telling, sounding them out, sounding off yourself -- finding, through experience, your own words, your own way of putting them together. You have to learn where you stand, and make sure your kids learn [where you stand], understand why, and soon, you hope, they'll be standing there beside you, with you."

Song for the Dead

Songs are emotions in a lyrical form,
Emotions are in your mind, stirring up a storm.
Flying over the mountain tops and an endless sea
The vast journey has no end, so just let yourself be.

Crying out to blank walls will get you no place
What good are your pleas when you can’t even recognize your own face?
It’s a tale of sorrow, of shame and disgrace,
The meaning has slipped past you, yet you insist on the chase.

Lost inside an empty soul with nowhere to go, nowhere to be,
But an abandoned train station of visiting memories.

You are gone, with nothing left behind,
So long, there’s nothing left to find.
Your carcass is as lacking as your spirit
Your mind decomposing with nothing in it.

Tears were shed, good-byes were heard
We spoke of you fondly and your lessons learned
And how you shared your wisdom that moved us to the core,
The deceitful façade continues, the truth exists no more.

Lost inside an empty soul with nowhere to go, nowhere to be,
But an abandoned train station of visiting memories.

Hush, now, hush hush.
Breathe, now, gently so.
Forlorn, why you down?
Erase that frown, don’t look so low.

Choke back those guilty sobs
That arise from that flailing heart
Now’s not the time to feel sorry for yourself
If only you had been wise, if only you had been smart.

The Skies

Come to me when the skies are furious
And they send down their wrath in stone showers.
The darkened clouds overtake the fleeting sun
The trees shudder, the beetle runs, the bird cowers.

Come to me when time moves forward
And the winds battle what is fearsome.
The howling seems distant compared to your heart
Which pounds the beat of the African drum.

Two conflicting sides merge together,
Shades of gray mix with hues of pink and blue.
The rain pours down its steaming sorrow
Washing away the lies so you can see what is true.

I stand here alone, barefoot and soulful
Defiant against my own will
The choice is mine, here and now
I crave to breathe in this air, my mind is finally at peace and still.

statement

In a proverbial way she stated
How the world was coming to an end
How the thoughts in her head were going to be heard
When all she needed was a friend

She was tormented by the dots in front of her eyes
She was silenced by those stares
So she sat there thinking to herself
Of tempestuous ways of returning those glares

She waited and she was patient
And she picked a perfect time
So she could catch everyone unaware
When she began speaking her mind.

Unable to juggle so many thoughts
She began to run out of breath quickly
Words tumbled out one after the other without much sense
“Beautifully grotesque grass fire blazing sickly!”

She stood there stunned
She stood there not believing
She stood there and she stood there
She stood there, not breathing.

They still walk by
Some skip over her decaying body, some pause to give a quizzical glance
Some pretend not to notice
Other’s whisper “poor thing never really had a chance.”