Balance

Do I fairly balance my perceptions of the worlds iniquity with its spectacular beauty and wonder?
Am I balanced in my examination through words of this vast planet and its six billion inhabitants?
Do I sound TOO negative or critical? Or, can you see my struggle to bring you both?
Do I put TOO much stock, hope, in humanity?
In our ability to change the course we’re on?
Do you think the wordy song I sing has already been sung?
Can you feel the pain I have inside, in knowing that I continue to try yet inside these pages my pained song hides?
Do you sense the world different today as you hear the children laugh and play?
What do you think?

SDM

What is...

What is Hope?
Is hope not a powerful human condition which transcends all known information?
Does hope not laugh in the face of adversity?
Or call upon our species for that one more push despite the conclusion of our well documented wisdom?
Does hope not call from within us a force which can only be referred to as an indomitable spirit?
Hope defies logic rationally and yet our desires seem to leave us wanting.
I may hope for a Big Mac, or a Pair of Nike’s, a Phat Farm Jacket, a new Porsche or an old one or perhaps for our favorite politician or sports team to win:
Perhaps it is the misuse of that powerful human condition, the cheapening of an essential spiritual tool which has weakened our societal fabric.
What have we become?
Replacing faith, belief, God and hope with faceless corporations and morally corrupt leaders – BANKRUPT!

SDM

Difference ACCEPTED... Apply within

How many volumes written in the course of human history on the subjects of love, harmony, peace and respect?

Each piece a valuable and important legacy of our search for something better. That something in the solitude of my soul is always in sight but just beyond reach – We grasp the importance of the search and feel compelled to continue on despite the many obstacles standing in the way of our collective liberation of the soul. Our freedom to choose and ability to discern between right and wrong often stands in the way of our realization of that better world.

Rarely able to put others before ourselves, not necessarily an expression of our lack of understanding rather an inherent confusion of the soul, distracted.

No matter our time and space, democracy or communism, Canada or China, to save our souls we must start a movement of revolutionary proportions without streams that run the colour of blood. No this movement must start with self, an internal dialogue to break down the barriers of confusion, to truly seek new paradigms so that we may shift to a new awakening.

We must learn to accept our differences, we must embrace the fact that there is much we know and much more that we don’t. We must learn to love learning, the acquisition of knowledge to eradicate finally, once and for all ignorance and hate. We must teach each other that although difficult we have a responsibility to hold our tongues if we have nothing nice to say and to scream loudly even if with only one voice in the face of all iniquity. Time bears witness that even a muffled or muted soul inspired can not be held in place. Time and again, volume after volume teach us this very thing.

So my question to you is this: If one voice, one person, one man, one woman or child can change the world imagine how easy it would be to achieve love, harmony, peace and respect if each of us stands to lift our voice for a better world. Our volume, so deafening, would have to be heard:

Rise up!

SDM

Benign Neglect and A Dream Once Dreamed

Benign neglect,
People wasting away on the street,
Cold and tired,
Hungry and wet,
Dying of starvation, a lack of shelter,
A societal lack of support,
Its more than that,
Ghettos,
Girdles of steel and brick,
Built by the cheapest bidder,
Schools,
Rat infested and asbestos laden,
Its hard to care when you're conditioned to believe that no one else does,
Purple, blue, red, yellow, black and white,
Puddles filled with caps of each,
Representing our fallen youth,
Lies,
Presented as truth,
An arrogant matter of factness,
From our comfortable ivory towers,
Recreation centers,
The breeding ground for both good and bad,
Morality decided by shades of gray,
No black or white,
We complain,
Yet most of us don’t even vote,
And when we do,
Who are we really electing?
Do you know the faces behind the suit, have you ever stopped to ask?
How about where they get their information and the very words that come out of their mouths?
And yet…
Look at the power you give them and look at what they’ve done,
Do none of you see?
Do none of you have the same fears?
Osama is not THE ‘terror,’
Merely one face of it,
A coward that hides behind faulty logic and misrepresented theology,
Driven by hate.
But make no mistake, there are a million more driven by hate and fear.
National populations suffer from starvation – When is the last time you didn’t finish a meal?
Drought, a lack of access to education,
Technology and science, my education undervalued,
My technology underused and the Advil I take for a hangover could serve a much better purpose.
Prejudice, ignorance and fear blinding society to the clear reality of life on earth today.
Milosevic killed without prejudice any that got in his way –
Racial cleansing,
It sound so institutional doesn’t it?
So scientific, lets call it what it is, not make it easy to say –
Damn political correctness –
Lets call a spade a spade,
Those mass graves and the videos we’ve seen represent the decision of a sick man
for the wholesale slaughtering, murdering and destruction of Muslims in his Oprichnina.

Through time, the poet, the artist, the dreamer, the playwright, actor, director, novelist, philosopher, student,
Any truly inspired by passion have dreamed of a better place –
And maybe,
Just maybe,
We’ve seen bits and pieces,
But there is so much more to go…

SDM

180 Days

180 days,
march 11th,
the world has changed,
on a pruned green lawn,
the center of power for the free world,
170 countries line up in support,
terror our new enemy,
Bin Laden its current face,
As our economic towers,
Of Babel fell,
We watched,
Horrified,
CNN’s screen filled with breaking news,
Bodies falling like rain,
Torn and twisted metal,
Throwing shrapnel into our consciousness,
Collective,
Resolute,
But more importantly,
For the first time in my memory;
Afraid!
Lets use this fear,
Wash away our ignorance,
Willful or otherwise,
Create a new power,
The will power of this new coalition,
For peace,
From this page to your mind,
Lets unite in hope.

SDM