Sunday, July 25, 2010

you break your neck

to keep your chin up.
And my heart aches.

that murmur in my chest spurs again
causing me to worry about my fate.

One day passed,
now if only one more will I can rest soundly.
just one

Then I can rest forever silent and content.
but I am not done with my work

I am not done in my reaching out.
My purpose lies unfinished.
and I know this

as this pain sinks me in this late hour,
I cannot dispell those beautiful memories

I look in the mirror and those eyes
those, mine steal my soul.
They move me
because they are someone elses.
These eyes arent mine

and they move me to tears
making me realize how fragile life is.

So long ago I saw those eyes looking at me
and I was moved by that set as well.

Like that look could freeze me,
move me,
then leave my perception.

so quickly

those are the eyes in that mirror
looking back at myself
that make me work,
that make me love,
that make me who I am.

Those are why I fight.
Those eyes of a mentor that dissolved long ago.
Kudravi's that soon dissipated
who taught me the true passion of science
who awakened me to my passion

I can only hope these eyes do that for another.
I have to give back.
To give to others
to be that mentor that doesnt wither away into a wooden box
and go underneath.

I love that spark in others when they reactivate or awaken.
There is an essence of beauty.
in that instant
when that light goes on.
it moves me.

how beautiful is this scent?
the essence of this fragrance
captivates my soul
and will not allow that connection to lapse.

Thursday, July 22, 2010

My Theory of Productivity

The world steals my strength sometimes
Feeling that weight on my shoulders
pressing my shoulder blades, cutting through the skin

When will we produce Charity?
When do the symbiotic relationships develop?
And why have I hit a limiting factor?

When will these eyelids feel lighter?
And why do the late nights press on seeming to never end?

Production and results breed respect
Your essence creates positive juju
No matter how loud one gets- what is truly important is their level of productivity.
What results is this person showing? Truly showing?

When will our whispers echo to move mountains?
When will our love force a smile on everything- even the sun?

I never thought I would see it.
Never thought this idealistic heart would succumb to reality.
How delicious is that taste of a job well done.

To see the beauty in all people
to be moved by the wind
to delight in the notion of someone giving of themselves for something larger

to be that spark in the darkness.
That is vigilance
and that is what I seek

That is my essence.
You want to see what I'm made of?
Look at my work
Listen to my words
Know my heart.

It beats on a familiar string,
bouncing dimension of apriori understanding

It contains an insatiable appetite for knowledge
through passion and education
we can truly understand

When will we see
that this world is all conviction based?
When will we see things for what they truly are?

When will we stop running?