Light hearted

(thank you, Buddy wakefield for initiating thoughts)

If we were created in God’s image

Then when God was in his 20s

He started thinking

Punching holes in theories

Calling science bullshit

And questioning the existence of reality

We all have stones weighing our hearts down

Some stones have hardened with time

I buried my nose in books very often

Hoping that hiding would work

Being an ostrich prevents me from being ostracized

But fantasies aren’t always fantastic

The rich aren’t always happy

That engineers don’t always like calculations

That courage, very often looks like fear

Time machines never stop at the perfect memory

The butterfly effect still gets us

And the only reason sad moments come back and dig deeper in the wounds

Is because we give them permission

The hand dug water well in Gabon still hydrates

If the fire hydrant leak across my street wastes more water than an entire village in Mozambique needs

Does it matter than it doused a burning house…

Does it matter that you fed a hungry man

Or that I  hugged a crying soul

Or spoke your truth

Does it matter that you woke up again

And again and again

Petrified of a lonely nightmare

To face a world showing you its middle finger

Then asking why you have a bare ring finger

Then pointing its index finger to a culture…

Where consumerism is a synonym for God

If we were created in God’s image

Then when God started feeling….

He realized

That the only way out of the labyrinth was through forgiveness

Messenger pigeons always head towards home

And even if they don’t,

Their souls transcend through space

Molecules, particles made of internals of molten stars

Shine their light and transmit the message home

Cosmology never seemed so sexy

Love, never so complex

Till it wounded

To do my words then speak them

Intentional living was never easy..

Integrity, the burden one must carry

To strengthen his muscles for the journey

Don’t tell me you agree to disagree

Having an opinion, however wrong, COUNTS

It means that you gave a damn

Stuck your neck out in the crowd and yelled

“I taste joy in spring

The autumn leaves are hugging the ground

But the bare tree is not naked

It is doused in hope and dreams for another season”

If we were created in God’s image,

God finally said,

F it

I, will live

I will hug deeply

then care even more

I will sing sweet songs

Travel all night to see the sunrise

I might give up on myself today

and tomorrow

and beat myself up badly

But on the third day, I will again…rise

Hi, who am i?

Hi

My name is Taffi

And I am a recovering ego maniac

Here a story I need to share

A past not so far behind

The smell lingers in my words

A mighty warrior

Imagine a comic book hero

Imagine King Arthur creating Camelot

Slaying dragons,  rescuing damsels in distress

Acting before thinking

Speaking before contemplating

Words were weapons I seldom spared

Then why is my tongue bloody?

Now imagine Superman

Faster in wit than a speeding bullet

Able to jump to conclusion in a single bound

Thoughts racing to destroy the latest evil plan

My kryptonite non-existent

Lex Luther continually destroyed

My Clark Kent impersonation perfect

A new Lois saved every night

Then why, can I not rest

Imagine, imagine Obama

Breaking racial boundaries,

The charming, the lovable,

Building bridges between generations and races

Ushering a nation into a new time

Then why for myself am I unavailable

Now, now imagine your next door neighbor

The perfect nobody

Invisible to the world

Counts loved ones on one hand

Counts monsters on every other cell in his body

Reads inspirational quotes everyday

Then questions the reason for mortality

Tell me why are drugs my best friends?

Imagine the checkout clerk at Kroger

“Would you like to donate a dollar for the March of Dimes”

Is the only time he demonstrates courage day to day

The meager salary from a 40 hour week

Enough to buy the latest Ps3 game

Life is just easy enough to dull the spirits

Then tell me why can I never bear my own thoughts

Hi

My name is…me

And I am breaking my armor

Ive learnt that self love is not selfish

But is truly giving

That King Arthur may be strong warrior

But water drips through stone

And lightning can destroy forests

But the rose that grows out of concrete

Is always the prettiest

That Superman is not happy

Because he is always hiding

That hypocrisy is death

And so is politics

And diplomacy

Balance is a garbage word

That dulling of the mind does not dull the pain

Just suppresses it

And if I made a nickel every time I lied to myself

Saying that “things will be alright”

There would be no more nickels left

To feed the orphans

Ive learnt that there are better ways to move in the ocean than kicking

That animals are not only to be used as food

Nor people as target practices

That love, does come at a high cost

To be seen, I have to see

To be, I have to become

That pain is the cost of joy

And nobody, nobody can change me

But me

That to be love, I have to truly love

To give, I have to receive

No pain, no gain

Let go, smile a bit

Fly a kite

Sing a song

Smile at that pretty girl

Wave

Jump super high

Run a mile

Eat icecream—for breakfast—twice

Skip once in a while

Make mistakes

Dare

Think of an obstacle

Then overcome it

Love

Giggle

Cherish

Belong!

Stay still my soul

Quiet sleepless exhausting nights

Existential questions shrivel the heart

Pillow and sleep  miles apart

Muffled sobs, terror filled cries

Perplexing ponders, unending why’s

Little girl left alone

Wandering alleys, seeking home

Stares into empty eyes

Broken promises, hypocritical lies

Why wont acceptance comes with ease

Limitless uncaring people to please

Bending morals, a God silent

Calm exterior, the inside is violent

Inquiries for the brokenness inside

From the self the need to hide

Like a kite-string holding strong the kite

The past grabs on, not leaving the fight

If the string breaks, in the wind it will flay

From side to side the boat will sway

Where will it anchor, who’ll be its guide

Where will she all her fears confide

Friends leave, no one is there

The only thing permanent is fear

Negative imagery bombarding the mind

Zombied people, continuously on the grind

She  watches, shattered and scared

Thinking of when she believed people cared

I do

Your best freind

With comfort and warmth in my eyes

Knowing, you being you is the ultimate prize

Your worth is by the scars on your skin

Your family is not necessarily your kin

Smile everyday, meditate a bit

Sometimes, let your ego take the hit

Be scared, do it all again

Completely let your story begin

Ive been there since forever and more

To you fully with my heart adore

I am the teddybear you hugged so tight

I am the friend for whom you got into the fight

The old lady you helped cross the street

The cute little baby, with wrinkly feet

I am your soul, your very best part

Listen to me kid, now take this to heart

Dont let the questions haunt you again

You have the strength to bear the pain

Be still and gain strength from me

I was there, am here and will forever be

The moment i was invented

The moment i was invented
Eyes open for the first time
Armor ripped off, heart on fire
My true self i only defended

Work for false pride i do not
What you see is truly what you get
I now bear no loyalty to a brand, company or enterprise
i am my own one man band

my invention was borne of pain and truth
i smelt fear ,anger and relentless desperation
To be manufactured not invented, unique and authentic;
Greater motivator than the fear of catastrophic failure

My reinvention means redefinition of paradigms;
I did not come out of one box to jump into another
Let me live and suffer the wrath of idealism;
Ill suffer lonliness easier than shattered morality