Wednesday, 28 November 2012

AN ODE TO COMMON SENSE

I wandered lonely and depressed on a dark eerie road;
Groping for light within and Truth, which needed understanding.
I was tired and walked with a burden of sin; indeed a heavy load,
When I came across the Arch Angel of wisdom so demanding.

The Arch Angel seemed troubled sad and sorrowfully mourning
I wondered if an Arch Angel could be filled with emotion so human?
I therefore decided to ask the angel without being demeaning
The Angel then replied with a voice never heard but by a few men

Today I mourn the loss of a dear old trusted and sincere aide,
Common Sense, who had been assisting me for many years.
No one knows for sure how old he was, or where he did reside
or when his health did deteriorate leading to paranoid fears

His birth records were lost in bureaucratic red tape of munificence
And his life since then has dissolved into many emotional tears.
The world however will remember him for his lessons in prudence
For he taught all men to abide by their conscience without yielding to fears.

He taught the world the importance of being the early bird
He taught the world the importance of knowing when to call it quits
He taught Men that Life isn't always fair; but one should abide by his word
He taught Men not to blame others; but accept ones faults without ifs and buts

Common Sense gave simple, sound financial policies for all to follow
Teaching Men not to spend more than what they can and could earn
For in death, life would then seem ever so futile and truly shallow
He taught reliable strategies that even defunct companies did turn

The problem started when his health began to deteriorate gradually
Due to well intentioned but overbearing regulations set in place.
As a result even parents could not whip their children so dastardly
Teachers too found pupils rude and their respect vanished without a trace

Common Sense suffered a heart attack when reports reached him
of a four year old boy punished when he kissed a classmate;
while Drivers who ran through traffic signals unpunished; at their whim
And a teacher fired for reprimanding an unruly student, caused a stalemate.

Common Sense lost ground when parents complained about strict teachers
For doing the job that they themselves should have done but failed to
Common Sense lost his will to live as he watched the exploitation of preachers
And criminals received preferential treatment while the good did suffer too

Common Sense had a breakdown; when he couldn't defend himself from a burglar
While the apprehended burglar then did sue him for assault and battery
He finally gave up the ghost, after a hot cup of coffee was spilt at a restaurant by a waiter
The customer on whom it fell sued for a huge settlement making justice a mockery

Common Sense was preceded in death, by his parents, Mister Truth and Madame Trust,
By his wife, Missus Discretion, by his daughter, Responsibility, and by his son, Reason.
He is survived by four stepbrothers; I Know My Rights even when I am wrong and bust
I want it now, right now, Someone Else Is To Blame not me and I'm A Victim of treason

Not many attended his melancholy, somber and sparsely attended funeral ceremony
Since not many except the enlightened souls had truly realised that he was gone.
If you still believe in him, continue to light the lamp of wisdom as an obituary
Or else just join the majority and remain an unlit lamp that never did shine".

This was first received by me as a forwarded mail in prose form and I worked on it to convert it into an Ode. So, let me have your feed back.....

THE CYCLE OF CHANGE


I leased out my condo in Heaven
And rented out a shack in Hell;
cos that's where all my loved ones are..
Baby, without them I can’t just gel

Nothing does forever change
Though it is said it is inevitable
And everything appears to change
While the truth is change is reversible

Just as the Dog returns to eat his Vomit
and the Sow returns to her Mire,
So does the harlot return to her client
And the followers to God return in prayer

Change is the only constant
That appears all the time
The illusion of the permanent
That forever is not thine

Just as the putrid shit turns fertilizer
To produce the food that’s eaten
So also is death the great equalizer
And only God does remain unbeaten

I leased out my condo in Heaven
And rented out a shack in Hell;
For that’s where my friends are
Now baby, does that ring a bell……???

Monday, 5 November 2012

JUST FERTILISER


We are all just organic fertiliser
for nature's beautiful trees and other flora
While death is the great equaliser
awaiting us in a corner

We are all mere fertiliser
rich in mineral wealth
Happy as long as we are with her
as long as we are in the pink of health

We are all just kinds of fertiliser
seeking pleasures out of our life
blissful when we fertilise her
but unhappy in our strife

We are all just organic fertiliser
filled with arrogance and egoistic nature
little realising that when we go under
we become nothing but mere fertiliser

THE TRUTH ABOUT SPEAKING THE TRUTH


When I was young, very, very young
I was taught to speak the Truth.
When I was strong, very, very strong
I was told to speak only the Truth.
To speak the Truth and only the Truth.

When I was young, very, very young
I rebelled and lived in a world of sin
When I was strong, very, very strong
I lived the life of a garbage bin
Speaking nothing but lies and untruth.

When I was young, very, very young
I was loved by my kith and kin
When I was strong, very, very strong
I was loved by them in spite of my sin
Professing love which was only untruth

Now I am old after a life miss-spent
But I now speak only the total Truth
Now I am grey with body truly bent
But I now speak only the factual Truth
Though despised by kith and kin; both

Now I am old after a life miss-spent
and despised by my kith and kin
Now I am grey with body truly bent
I continue to be chastised by my kin
For speaking nothing but the Truth is sin.

Now I am old and worn out
Accused of creating controversies
Now I am grey and burnt out
Told of a time and place for realities
Doing nothing but laugh at their hypocrisies

So my friends let Truth be proudly told
There’s no such thing as a time and place
For truth to be boldly spoken and truly told
All time is the right time and all places the right place
To honour Truth; even though I suffer untold