I saw you

Brother...

I saw you.  We couldnt look at each other, but I saw you.  Broken.  Dying.  Homeless.  But still proud.  Did God forget you, or was it just me that ignored you??  Looked away so our eyes wouldnt meet.  Its the fear you bring me.  I know deep inside... Im not better than you.  I am you.  One strong wind and we're in the same place, so yes you terrify me.  And yes, maybe I give you that dollar in my pocket, but we both know that wont help you.  All it'll do is make me feel better as I sip my cofee and walk away.

I see you....

I love you.  And your the best kind of love I could have.  The kind that doesn't love back.  I love you still.  Hate me.  Run from me.  Ignore me.  I love you.  Maybe someday... Maybe we can be together.  ... then you wont have to hide from me.  From your feelings.  Changing yourself, distorting  your true inner self so that  I dont recognize you.  Your new faces cant hide you.  No matter how ugly they are.

I didnt mean it...

I didnt mean it.... Im sorry if I misled you... I didnt mean it.  I think my eyes said hi long before my lips moved.... I knew you not... to me you had no name... no story, just a nice shape, a pretty face....
Our paths crossed, and we comforted each other.... I lied to you... lied without words.... now you want the lie, and I cant deliver...go away!!!!  
I never said it, but I knew you heard it.... I didnt mean it.  If only I could have been half the man I pretended to be.... 

The mind wanders...

Here i am... standing at the edge. Sitting here. No love. No thoughts. Just here. Live. Living. Dreaming with my eyes wide open. Waiting for you. Loving you when you get here. feeling you . Touching you. Being you.

If only there was another way though. To experience this.... emotion Feeling... A way without pain, fear, .... now im anxioius. Trapped inside myself... I miss you.

Meghalaya's Living Bridge

"Huckleberry Finn" and the N-word

Spotlight on: Kahlil Gibran (1)

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"Humanity rages like a tempest, but I sigh in silence for I know the storm must pass away while a sigh goes to God." ~ Kahlil Gibran, A Poet's Voice

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The World According to Monsanto || High Quality || Part 1 of 10 ||

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Spotlight on: John Dewey (1)

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"The belief that all genuine education comes about through experience does not mean that all experiences are genuinely or equally educative." ~ John Dewey, Experience and Education, 1938

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I, Too, Sing America

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by Langston Hughes


I, too, sing America.

I am the darker brother.
They send me to eat in the kitchen
When company comes,
But I laugh,
And eat well,
And grow strong.

Tomorrow,
I'll be at the table
When company comes.
Nobody'll dare
Say to me,
"Eat in the kitchen,"
Then.

Besides,
They'll see how beautiful I am
And be ashamed--

I, too, am America.

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Switchyard - Salt of the Sea

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Plato and the Collider (An Aside)

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As I was recently reminded though, every argument has three sides: version one, version two and the unbiased truth. Despite the many doctrines that exist, logically the existence of a Supreme Being can still be argued. For those seeking the Higgs, it would likely seem that the part of Plato's allegory which states...

The Republic, Book VII (Allegory of the Cave)

And now look again, and see what will naturally follow if the prisoners are released and disabused of their error. At first, when any of them is liberated and compelled suddenly to stand up and turn his neck round and walk and look towards the light, he will suffer sharp pains; the glare will distress him, and he will be unable to see the realities of which in his former state he had seen the shadows; and then conceive some one saying to him, that what he saw before was an illusion, but that now, when he is approaching nearer to being and his eye is turned towards more real existence, he has a clearer vision,—what will be his reply? And you may further imagine that his instructor is pointing to the objects as they pass and requiring him to name them,—will he not be perplexed? Will he not fancy that the shadows which he formerly saw are truer than the objects which are now shown to him?

...would certainly refer to me. Perhaps it does. Perhaps my mind has become so rigidly set in it's belief (that what shapes this world, what makes one particle stick to another, what forms mass and so on, is God) that I am unable to fathom this "more real existence".

Still... No matter the hard times, the harshness of life's trials, I can't shake this certainty that the world as we know it is more than chance, more than mere coincidence. A grand designer is responsible for the majesty that is the human form, I'm sure of it. Some age old instinct which nestles inside of me screams... there is purpose.

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Plato and the Collider

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I recede into silence when whatever trial I am currently, by life's hand, enduring... becomes too much. I stop communicating with even the closest of friends, except for those stubborn few who call me despite my reticence to speak with them. As recently as a few weeks ago, that ready response to hard times didn't bring with it any sort of implied connotations. Then I read Plato's Allegory of the Cave.

The Republic, Book VII (Allegory of the Cave)

And now, I said, let me show in a figure how far our nature is enlightened or unenlightened:—Behold! human beings living in a underground den, which has a mouth open towards the light and reaching all along the den; here they have been from their childhood, and have their legs and necks chained so that they cannot move, and can only see before them, being prevented by the chains from turning round their heads. Above and behind them a fire is blazing at a distance, and between the fire and the prisoners there is a raised way; and you will see, if you look, a low wall built along the way, like the screen which marionette players have in front of them, over which they show the puppets.

I carved out this little space for myself years ago, you see, this cave. A place where I could retreat when things, didn't matter what, began to spiral out of emotional control. These descents I make into silence, these withdrawals from intimates and agates, are inclusive of world news and events.

I plod out of my cave expecting to find the world unchanged each and every time. Ah, but we humans, we never quite can seem to stand still. My most recent return to enlightenment revealed this...



I can't help but wonder after watching this series, if I didn't have the right of it by remaining stubbornly ignorant of the world's goings-on. (Mind you, the following is merely my opinion.) I'm not so much disturbed by man's need for enlightenment, his need to quest, to delve into the unknown and return from his travels more knowledgeable for having made them. I'm disturbed by those who refuse to see that the answers to some mysteries have already been defined.

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Colored Me

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"I am not tragically colored. There is no great sorrow dammed up in my soul, nor lurking behind my eyes.... Even in the helter-skelter skirmish that is my life, I have seen that the world is to the strong regardless of a little pigmentation more or less. No, I do not weep at the world - I am too busy sharpening my oyster knife." ~ Zora Neale Hurston, How It Feels to Be Colored Me, 1928

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"The beatings will continue until morale improves..."

Not sure who said it, but I think I want to be a boss now!

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I'd be remiss... (A share and share alike)

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After watching A People's History of American Empire by Howard Zinn (which was shared by a fellow member of Black Science Fiction Society) and then sharing the video with my older brother, he recommended that I watch War Made Easy. I tend to put off reading or watching the things my brother recommends, but with A People's History... so fresh in my mind, I simply couldn't bring myself to offer up the usual set of lame excuses.

I'm honestly glad I took the time to watch War Made Easy as well.

The below video is the first of an eight part series.



It should be noted that I have no strong political views whatsoever, but I found this series quite engaging and it would be remiss of me not to share it since I am dedicating this blog to sharing what I find interesting.

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Of Animal Dreams

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"Codi: Gives you the willies, doesn't it? The thought of raising kids in a place where the front yard ends in a two-hundred-foot drop? [referring to cliff dwellings]

Loyd: No worse than raising up kids where the front yard ends in a freeway."

~ Barbara Kingsolver, Animal Dreams

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Mind the Ash

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I've toyed with the idea of introducing broader issues into Words Much Like Poetry for some time and found that I can't. Words Much Like Poetry has firmly established itself in my heart and mind as a blog dedicated to Words imparted in a manner which is very Much Like Poetry, and so it shall remain.

Let me instead begin my expansion into broader topics here, a blog that I've been struggling to fill with posts yet cannot seem to find a theme that truly suits. Some key factors have come into play over the last few months that have guided me toward this point (concluding what the theme for Mind the Ash is to be), but the most important factor is something that has always been a part of me. I thirst for knowledge, crave discovery and love sharing what I find.

So here I am once again, at a new beginning. I hope you enjoy discovering the world around us (its history, its present and its ever looming future) with me.

~ Mũhu

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