Mission Statement

to Live
with wings of freedom,

unwavering from Heavens Path,
living with passion,
carrying others burdens,
and loving most fiercely.

No 2nd chance

if you knew you will die today;
will you wake up earlier
stretch your legs with more vigour
make your coffee with less sugar
spend an hour singing in your shower
put on the clothes u've been saving for ever
jump out the door with a spring in your step
looking for children and orphans in distress
buy the biggest meanest Cuban cigar
and walk like the coolest NY nigga
pump up your chest and show your power
look through your contacts and past lover (s)
keep the receipt for the extra french fries
so your son can hold it while cries
call your family and say don't worry
be happy and don't be sorry
call up the kid whose father had died
when u cheated and he committed suicide
call up the only woman you've ever loved
and tell her you will be waiting up above
call up your buddies and strictly advise
how not to live their own sorry lives
buy a magazine to hide your tears
Sitting in a park bench covering your ears
hoping an angel would glide from the skies
with a gentle smile and pity in its eyes.

random thoughts incomplete

Clouds floating by
flowers face the sky
to kiss the evening rain

thoughts never spoken
and long long forgotten
the harbor of hidden dreams.

cats eyes at twilight
silence of street light
ripples in the fabric of night

upon a lonely mountain,
if it ever floated away,
wonder where the birds will go home to.

across the seas
the land beyond
the test of ambition.

seconds are counting
days are passing
for all unproven heroes.

Subtle flame

Two traveling oceanic birds on a vast cloud,
Passing by, and holding each other's gaze
for just plain 4 breathless seconds.
Each enjoying a moment of wonder,
a moment independent of any routine
on a severely automatic journey home.
Certainly, a common pretty bird it was,
common as i find beauty is same anywhere
that looked upon me as i looked into her.
I would like to imagine it was meant to happen,
like two distant lighthouses locked thier beams
upon each other across an ocean of chaos.
Far be it from notions of love at first sight,
something deeper and more commonplace,
like satisfying an immediate simple curiosity,
an evaluation of possible improbability,
I have no clue to her thoughts of me
But this particular bird had me frozen in midair,
As it was not streetlight that reflected from her eyes,
Just a subtle flame,burning darkly
from a creature of seeming ivory innocence,
and the hints of an unborn smile,
just as she passed from the corners of sight.
What keeps me wondering days afterward,
is there is so many stories, that I would never know.

Calling all Critics

I notice people who visit unknown or unfamiliar blogs leave two kinds of comments, if they do leave one:
1. Slightly abusive, defamatory or just generally trying to make some kind of point.
2. Very positive, using word like nice, cool etc, basically runs the gamut from juicy to outrageous.

The kind that is lacking,and the kind im hoping for (i am allowed that small luxury), is real criticism. The word real in the last sentence does not mean negative or positive.What I am talking about is criticism that thought out, and not just a point you would raise in a cursory glance.Now you may say, that the kinds listed on top is also criticism, and you would be right as anything goes. There is no right or wrong here, and comments are what keep blogs alive.

I dont think ive got any real criticm in this blog, even though i appreciate all the comments i get. I write poetry, and no one ever asked me, hey mojo, u know what u say in this verse really doesnt make sense, or that the beginning and end dont have the same feel. That kind of comments challenge me to be better, and i would love that.

So my point is, id like to invite everyone who reads my poetry to to really tell me what they think.Four letter words are fine, if they come with a vaild argument. Also I am now forced to the conclusion that all my bad posts are the ones that receive no comments.Im not comment hungry, i just want to be better in everything i do.

Well if u have nothing to say, or if the post just aint interesting enough, then there is none to be said. Thats cool. But if u do want to say something, then really, dont just hand me the candy, make me earn it too. Blogging is an art form, and every art needs critics.

Mother

a human born, a child raised
aimed to become wise and praised
there were no villains, no satans,
Just a mind burdened with its own weight.

But what did i grow into, a wonderful
suicidal introvert , maniac in constant depress
called Man, but truly a child of larger growth,
having long forgotten the combination to his own heart.

Having been carefully and properly mis educated
"oh so creative, intelligent and bright!"
I know enough to know that that means nothing.
they have no idea what they are over rating

I saw a white pigeon today, and i flew with it,
It landed on the road, in front of a car
It barely flinched when the driver panicked
thats exactly how much i feel any day.

don't look at me like that, with eyes shining sparkles,
you don't know what ur loving, cuz he is running
hiding like an embryo in bed sheets
i hold love above breath, i am not worth your love.

Had you not touched me with your pure hands,
and told me that i am worth more than your soul,
had you not taught me never to give up,
I would not know what alive means.

The Moon is Calling

An eye knocked off a winking moon

Venus falling into the silver arc
A starry evening in rainy june
A vision explodes from the spark

You are blind as all eyes are blind
a road is no journey: only minds can see
feel/fall away until you find
one animal truth- the need to be free

with a sip of truth, throwing doubts afar
you have traveled a million miles
your eyes outshine the faint stars
and upon you, the moon will truly smile

The english you thought you knew

English is a funny language. Did you know that the word "nice" originally meant stupid and foolish. What do you think the original meaning of "brave" was? Its "Think again! (ting ting ti ding)" time.

Word	Original Meaning
awful	deserving of awe
brave	cowardice (as in bravado)
counterfeit	legitimate copy
girl	young person of either sex
guess	take aim
knight	boy
luxury	sinful self indulgence
neck	parcel of land (as in neck of the woods)
notorious	famous
nuisance	injury, harm
quick	alive (as in quicksilver)
sophisticated	corrupted
tell	to count (as in bank teller)
truant	beggar

Also, Shakespeare coined 1700 commonly used words including:

• Advertising
• countless
• eyeball
• majestic
• obscene
• Dawn
• Arouse
• Elbow
  

To read a good list of words and some of our most commonly used phrases made by Shakespeare, go to this link Shakespeare' Influence.

Other links:

Shakespeare's influence National Geographic Article

I have always been looking for a word for "people who are predisposed to state the obvious". I have tried to coin some words and this is the best i got:

"obreandup". Its a combination of parrot, obvious, repetitive and duh..

She Walks in Beauty...

One of my most favorite poems, written by Lord Byron George Gordon. His poems show the true spirit of Romanticism,truly a master poet. Just look at the neatness and simplicty of this poem while delivering such breathless eloquence.


She walks in beauty..

She walks in beauty, like the night
Of cloudless climes and starry skies;
And all that 's best of dark and bright
Meet in her aspect and her eyes:
Thus mellow'd to that tender light
Which heaven to gaudy day denies.

One shade the more, one ray the less,
Had half impair'd the nameless grace
Which waves in every raven tress,
Or softly lightens o'er her face;
Where thoughts serenely sweet express
How pure, how dear their dwelling-place.

And on that cheek, and o'er that brow,
So soft, so calm, yet eloquent,
The smiles that win, the tints that glow,
But tell of days in goodness spent,
A mind at peace with all below,
A heart whose love is innocent!

Lord Byron

NOTE: Guys, try reading this out your girl and see how they react. Dont say its a poem for her as then it would be dismissed as flattery, you will know why when you read the poem. Just say its a poem you want to read to her. Let me know, and thanks for participating in my experiments.