Sagacious words

Poetry is a deal of joy and pain and wonder, with a dash of the dictionary. ~ Khalil Gibran

Friday, 29 June 2012

Life and Death

And after the dark comes the light,
It's all good in the end,
How could the sun shine so bright-
If it weren't for the dullness of the rain?
The bloodied footsteps,
Walk towards healing,
And flounder in frustration
But rarely ever stall
And every attempt to transcend-
The wrongs of woe and injustice
Are circles of life and death-
That move in infinitum,
Giving evidence to mortality
And glimpses of eternity.


Wednesday, 27 June 2012

Create evolution

The maze, that is
The psyche of tranquility
And understanding-
The realism's,
Of fighting
The fear from within,
Old stories- pictures alive
Tied up and gagged-
With the inflictions
Of the past and
Awakening to the routine,

Tortures inflicted.

Forgiving and forgetting,
To stop the monster
Two wrongs make it grow-
The extremes of infliction
Beget escalation-
Or with a renewed
Life force,
Help to create,


Tuesday, 26 June 2012

Let go

The furor
Over the gullible imperfections and thus
The reality;
It blows up.

The feelings overload
In situations of impossible frustrations
Tolerating and not fighting
The good and bad.

The views are disturbing-
As well as damaged,
These faces of stoic determination
That flaw the serenity of your noble ignorance

And the chattering of the imbeciles-
In moments
Of daring and dangerous presence,
Serve, as a switch

To fire the explosions of contempt and disgust.
Learn to control,
The rhythms and just let go.
Just learn to let go.


Sunday, 24 June 2012

Beware the Pupeteers

Beware the puppeteers of egotism,
The master manipulators of pain-
These things have a habit of dying in vain;
Piety, virtue and altruism.

The beliefs, overshadowed by lack of empathy,
In every instance by the notions of superiority-

Manic is the mysterious calm of existence-
Of habits that create webs of resistance,
The trapped unaware of the eternal deception-
The diminishing chances for freedom and redemption.


Saturday, 23 June 2012

A child's path

Stumbling, sliding and slipping astray-
The path is treacherous and full of dismay.
It is the suffocating landscape of yesterday;

The deadened eyes of the child, that do not change-
Can you see the sharp mind dulled by rage-
Can you hear the roar of the soul, subdued by pain?

Every so often the signs appear-
To show that the light of redemption is near,
As the aspirations of every dream, expel the fear.


Surreal Theatre

The falling it doesn't hurt
And the tears just don't fall;
As the lights go out on the brightest day-

The nature of paths that force you to pray,
As the demons subliminally lurk
Daring you to stand up tall,

The forces of a surreal theatre,
Enable visions from all sides of the equator-
Hints of madness or signs of the true reality?

The realities of being alive divert-
Twisting truths all and sundry,
Shattering notions of an only way;

Stealing all the numbing comforts,
That protect against the carnage of it all-
Keeping the insecure on a constant alert.


Certainty Erased

Fall free and let the aftermath be what it may,
These tides of parched-for deliverance don't come from stagnancy anyway-
The light fades out in the hearts of the displaced systematically
And as molten resistance grows from the grievances of needs denied-
Of time misplaced and the gorging out of the dreamy hopes of persistence-
In fear and the faltering progress of days, the right resolutions kick in
As the certainty of failure is eternally erased.


Thursday, 21 June 2012


The upside down world of rationality and logic,
Explains the straightforward sequences of conflict,
As the depths of understanding defy sense;
The corrupted order of reality prevents-
The complete totality of moral presence;
Creating the realisations of surreal and implausible events.


Battle scarred hearts

Ah that wall again, a monument of such cunning ingenuity-
It moves and comes around to smash into you;

The running scenery looks the epitome of tranquillity-
A lie, facade and the absolute betrayal of what is true:

The fiercest of faces with battle scarred hearts-
Where the bleeding ends all life and the screams echo
And the night and the day, contain testimonies to oblivion-
Let the peace be born out of the hysteria and madness;
Let the forces of destruction subside
As the realities of creative rebirth begin-
The fight is never done;
Just as the ocean ebbs and flows
So does the human soul resist and grow.
The worth of morality, is the known power amidst anarchy,
As it is the light of hope, amongst the insane disbelief-
Of being alive.

The wall of deception appears unconquerable and high,
As the mundane repetitions, of numbed living-

Give reasons for the hopelessness; of wanting to even try-
As the steps forward, begin from a base of spiritual forgiving.


Wednesday, 20 June 2012

Out of control

The truth, it twists and turns,
As an out of control serpent,
That devours as it covers-
What was once known,
Becomes suddenly unknown.
What was blissfully super-seen,
Becomes clearly unseen.
And the harder the reality,
The bigger the real dream.
And then all that is ever left,
Is the remnant of non-being,
For the trails of poison hatred
Leave need of healing kindness.


Sunday, 17 June 2012

Say not in grief that she is no more
but say in thankfulness that she was
A death is not the extinguishing of a light,
but the putting out of the lamp
because the dawn has come.
  ~ Rabindranath Tagore

Aerial Visions

Bones creaking in a fluid environment
And the denial of surreal foundations-
Create broken souls-
The making of colossal mountains;
All threads that block the road to redemption.


Saturday, 16 June 2012

Thoughts on Philosophy

For most of my life, I have been under the impression that philosophy is just what people in hard situations turn to.  Or boring people with too much time on their hands.  However, I realised something the other day.  That those two viewpoints, are very one-dimensional ways of looking at a subject such as this.

Philosophy, is the road that people walk on, no matter who they are and how they live.  Some people choose to live on roads made of burning embers, whilst others prefer ice-cold slippery and frozen paths.  Others still choose flimsy, hammock style walkways.  And then there are those who choose concrete steps.

Which is why some don't notice the scenery that they walk through and some don't even move very far to be able to see any changes in the scenery.

I think that I would like to be on a road which will take me through all the magnificent landscapes that life has to offer, which means it has to be a pretty strong type of path.

Ordinary people seem not to realize that those who really apply themselves in the right way to philosophy are directly and of their own accord preparing themselves for dying and death.  ~  Socrates 

God pours life into death and death into life without a drop being spilled  ~ Anon

Thursday, 14 June 2012

A Catalyst

The moments of thoughtless regression
That lead to total transgression-

Cause the damage irreparable,
As the fear and hurt grow into a fireball
And leave a trail indefensible
The momentous carnage, a catalyst for all-

The slashing effects of the winds of change
Sometimes cure and sometimes derange.

- J.Bibi

Tuesday, 12 June 2012

Show Face

Those that did hear,
The unending scream of fear,
As the calm of peace was taken,
Noticed more of the sleeping did it awaken.

As that which often leads
Is that which usually feeds,
The changing state of being
And the different ways of seeing.

As the silent defiantly know
And become a cause for the light to show,
Against the greed and the pain,
Of weakness and shame.

As the horrors most visible-
Render the good, invisible
Know that in circles of time and space-
The spirit of humanity does always show face.


Sunday, 10 June 2012

Living Spaces

The breeding of fear in the ghettos of hate-
Grows in misery as it is fed by anger.
The languishing of reason amidst the debris-
Is a sign of the futility of despair;
As the machinery of belief,
Cleans up the broken trust-
The regrowth of hope
Develops, into the haven of peace.


Thursday, 7 June 2012

The heaviness of Equal Measure

A walk towards the clouds is an ascendancy
But then there is the reality of underclasses-
As the miserable unknowns gather together
In a silent vigil for the sacred pain of losses
In the end, the redress of justice always does-
Outweigh desire and urgency for vengeance,
As the heaviness of equal measure, burdens
Our carefree and privileged pleasure seekers
In lands where the old wealth was inherited
Through deceptions, stealth and aggressions,
Redress, unlike the healing energy of mercy-
Comes from not just forgetfulness but a just-
And fair system of honest acknowledgements
Fighting for higher ideals means being strong
At the risk of being wrong against consensus.


Tuesday, 5 June 2012

Relentless noise

I hear a very loud drum, all the time.
It drowns out all the bullshit lies of the world.
Though that makes me conspicuous all of the time
I wouldn't change it for the world.

I'm sorry if the incessant noise is relentless and impertinent-
Truly I am, for those to whom peace
Is a comatose silence of conformity and obedience-
I cannot help to put your stream of consciences at ease.

I wanted to kill myself
And then I wanted to kill people,
Nowadays, I am just in  awe and wonder- of myself
And especially of the people.


Monday, 4 June 2012

Khalil Gibran quote


Time Stands Still

The end of the story,
Came at the beginning-
All was written and
Predicted before the start
And the struggles of living,
In the trenches of doomed
Eternity, drag on
As time stands still,
In the agony of inaction
And through the stupefied actions
Of the politically manipulated,
Leading the politically blind.
In ancient times the weak
Fell as fodder and the
Mighty, lived as gods.
With so much progress
The rules have changed,
So the impression of change
Has given, as the weak
Continue to live as the duped
And the mighty continue
To live as demigods.


Tiger Tiger

In waking a tiger, use a long stick.
~ Mao Tse-Tung

War and truth

Sunday, 3 June 2012

Much So Much

In the amalgamation of being
the stalwarts of understanding-
know the epitome of all delusion

Being much so much of nothing
but demanding to be something -
is a quest and purpose of living

Suffocating in some rotten debris
and walking tall on broken glass-
is a laughter through death pangs

And a new destination beckons
to the antagonists and pacifists-
of bloodied hearts so very broken

As destroyers and creationists alike
follow innate instinct to become-
the purposeful ones in a new world.


A Feast

Life is such a feast of shit
Sometimes, It rots and decimates
All fresh hope and sweet aspiration,
The realities of what is
And not what should be it dictates-

Dominating everything for and against elevation.

Smelling the repugnant lies that wallow
And tasting the bitter truths of life,
Make for a hard meal to swallow-
Only forgiveness of self balances the strife.


Saturday, 2 June 2012


A comfortable present
And a promising future.

May all those
For whom it was not such a day,
Have a kinder day  tomorrow.

Believe well
In the magic of hope,
As time stops for no one.


Friday, 1 June 2012

Stepping Stones

Run through the gauntlet,
Bleed against a backdrop,
Of indifference and resist,
So as to stop the self pity.

Quietly contain the fury,
Invest the mind and heart,
As the mettle of a spirit,
Is tested again and again.

Recognise and survive it,
The pain and disposition,
Whether the storm rages,
Or the awoken sun shines.

When inside of utter chaos,
Seek the silence and breathe,
The weapons of distraction,
Do nothing except feed fear.

The speeding inferno screams,
All along the way of the living,
Trying to find the stepping stones,
That balance a small act of being.


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