Monday, April 4, 2016

Afromerope: The New Northern Migration from the South

Afromerope: The New Northern Migration from the South.



Migration: The Risks and the Truth

They leave home in millions
for different reasons,
but travel toward same
direction all year round.

They leave home in groups
crossing seas in dinghy boats
at the mercy of sea pirates;
traveling through non-navigable
rivers,
outcome no one can tell.

In droves they leave
lands they once lived
entire life to unknown lands,
in search of a greener pasture,
where cultures, languages,
social, and political systems
make them look un-welcome.

In tears and sorrow they leave
behind loved ones at homes,
undertake deadly desert crossing
with little chance of survival or
reaching their destinations
upward north.

In danger on highway from
robbers and marauders,
terrorists, and religious
extremists,
they travel through-
Sun dunes of Sahara Desert.

In large number,
they run away
from home-
anytime there is political
upheaval,
when religious extremism
replaces religious freedom,
lives and properties destroyed.

In myriad they leave homes
once violence overshadow
law and order,
vandalism becomes a way of life,
savagery becomes a tool to
settle scores
just as humans turn refugees
in their homelands.

En masse they go toward
same direction,
anytime environment
becomes unfriendly or hostile;
in scads they escape,
anytime economy fails or
crumbles, jobs lost, and
basic life necessities become
rare or unavailable.

 The Sad Realities of 
Immigrants in 
Western Hemisphere

Sadly, viable, productive,
and biologically strong groups
that are very critical to national
development,
southern nations lose yearly
to migration of her own to
western hemisphere.

Rather than finding
immediate relief,
north-bound immigrants
have to start life afresh;
instead of being
immediate blessing to
receiver nations,
professionals from south
are under-utilized,
jobs citizens will not do
they do.

 Under-employment
low-paying jobs with
little or no economic and
social values,
immigrants are compelled
to do.

What a pity!
Different stories, diverse travails  
pangs, and pains-you hear
from immigrants as they
contend with social barriers;
battle with harsh economic
conditions,
struggle with new culture and
political systems different to
what they know.

Migration! Migration! Migration!
When shall mass movement
be over?
Now or later?
Destabilization agents for migration-
war, climate change, poverty, political,
economic, and religious fanaticism-
when will you be gone?

Inasmuch as destabilization
agents are untamed,
insofar as north refuses
to let south go its way,
to the degree that south
refuses to thrive,
but remains a crawling and
stunted baby.

Migration through various
visa diversity programs and
back way doors will be
heartened,
emigrants will be on the rise,
immigrants the modern-day
cheap labor source will be
encouraged,
north will continue to benefit
from south’s misfortune and
adversity.















The Ten Apples of Life and Manchineel-The Ten "Little Apples of Death."

The Ten Apples of Life and Manchineel-
The Ten “Little Apples of Death.”

The Ten Apples of Life:
Be peaceable with those around you
war song, you must not sing,
war drum- you must not beat;
rather, let your word reflect peace,
let your conduct show peace, and
let your action seek and pursue Peace.

Embrace love, but hate you must
distaste,
love everyone,  but hate no one,
your enemies, you must love,
those who curse you, you must bless;
let love defines your thoughts,
let love dwells in you, and
let Love re-creates You.

Endure under trials,
succumb, never!
Endurance is a refining-Fire-
it discovers and manifests
the good in you,
capitulation is a death-hole,
which de-activates the good
in You.

Forgiveness-a visible therapy-
that heals the injured soul, and
returns the heart to a healthy status;
un-forgiven spirit is a gangrening
that shrinks and kills the soul.  

A humble heart is an
odorous smell that draws
every sort of men nearer,
but a prideful heart is an
odious smell that scares
everyone away.

A humble or courteous heart
is very receptive,
leading to goals and aspirations,
but a boastful heart hardens soul,
as impolite behaviors truncate  
upward movement.

A gentle soul draws water from a flint,
but a harsh or a mean heart barely gets
water from the river or the ocean;
a warmhearted soul is a magnet
with a significant force of pull,
but a callous and agitated soul is
a repellant that drives and pushes
people away;
a moderate soul is an asset,
un-feeling soul is a liability.

Altruist is a man-of-the-people,
a self-centered has no one to call
his own;
a benevolence soul is blessed,
but a mean soul is accursed.   

Goodness surrounds its owner
with goodwill,
cruelty drives people away;
goodness, yes-kindness un-locks  
deep heart and closed mind,
but evil and corruption closes
heart without the option to re-open.

Truth opens the way to a genuine
healing,
but lie for-closes the path to
a permanent  healing;
Truth builds and sustains trust,
Lies destroy Trust.

Faith keeps one going on a
tough highway,
doubt truncates  journey.
Faith, yes-hope and assurance-
takes you beyond today,
but put future before you;
Disbelief, yes-distrust takes
today off your mind-
replace it with Yesterday.

Meekness the vehicle-of-change.
Here comes the ten apples of
 life and ten-
“little apples of death.”
Where do you belong?







Sunday, April 3, 2016

The Song of Love

The Song of Love.

Her nipples-fountain
that nurse and nurture-
the lowly and mighty;
among them are: nobles,
kings, men-of-extra-ordinary
ability.

Very erogenous-the
apple-shaped-titillating-
organ-the breasts-
that decode every
love formula and sexual
equation.

Smiles and joy, they bring-
when seen, lessons on love-
they keep teaching,
century-after-century;
uncontrolled passion and
heat,
they generate behind the
closed doors.

Her eyes-the illumination
that lights pathway of love,
un-fading chandelier
that keeps the light of
love ablaze.

Her eyes and mind-
the Magnetic Resonance
Imaging (MRI)-
the tool that creates and
stores invisible images of love,
through the complex network-
the passion-created-feelings,
by body electro-magnetic-
system.

She discovers love through
searching, 
discovered love becomes
a treasure through
preservation-in-a-three-
step-function of memory:
encode, storage, and retrieval.

Through memory and
power of love,
lovers recall and put 
love into a play
whenever desired and
wanted.

Love, a never ending
source of pleasure and
intimacy between lovers;
more so, life sustaining-
mechanism among humankind.

Her hairs-eternal
crown of beauty-
valued more than
maned-young-lion,
desirable more than pampas-
created-hair in the South.

Her ergonomic hands so
beautiful,
like steels, it acts in challenging
situation,
but gentle with message of love;
her fingers powerful than
expressive thoughts of the heart,
upon them are-
are eternal signature stamps-
that create everlasting imprints of
love.

Her legs-are strong pillars-
stronger than concrete cast
beams in deep water or
pylon on a rock;
moreover, swifter than
gazelle and faster than hare.

Her ears-like Sonar-
sound navigation and
ranging,
a detective tool of love-
a compass, a direction-location-
tool of love.

Her totality radiates love,
her embodiment personify
love.

Love, I want you in my
courtyard,
let your love lights my heart and
makes it aglow,
visit my soul and make me happy,
until you come-I shall keep in
expectation of you.









Saturday, April 2, 2016

The Message of Love


The Message of Love



The chemistry of love
no one understands, and
the chemical equation of
love-
no one really knows,
neither can one explains;
day-after-day,
the wire pulling  of love
keeps intriguing man,
just as the electrifying effect of
love-provides abridgment of its
message, which no one can decode.

Whenever they meet-
the rolling eyes send
the message,
wherever they gather-
touching speaks the
message of love;
while they are alone-
kissing and caressing
demonstrate the beauty of
love.

Love-who really knows you?
No one, except the lovers.
Behind the locked door are-
endearment expressions-
you barely hear in open;
behind the curtains-
are the cuddles that can
generate heat to power
a mega-city.

Under the duvet,
the comforter-
is osculation-
inside always come
forth cry that carries no tear;
yes, no teary face.

A cry not because of pain,
a cry not because of –
emotional hurt of heart,
a cry neither for
yesterday’s disappointment
nor failure;
not even a cry to express-
successes of years’
past, or
joy of the moment.

Rather the cry of
magnetic pull
from the temple of love-
between the conjugal in
coquetry.

Someday, I shall walk in
the courtyard of love,
without lesson and instruction-
I shall know you;
at that time, I shall know
the electrifying effect of love-
yet, I won’t be electrocuted;
I shall experience the fire of
love,
nonetheless, I won’t be burnt,
I shall know the cold effect
of love,
still, I will never shiver.

There and then,
I shall know the magnetizing-
effect of love;
it may be at sunrise or sunset,
it will wouldn't go beyond
Tomorrow,
when I shall know YOU.










Friday, April 1, 2016

Their Wars We Fight for Them

Their Wars We Fight for Them

Their wars we always fight,
their battles our battles,
their concerns we carry on
our minds, and
their problems upon our
shoulders they lay.

By means of lies and sweet
talks,
they create war for the poor
to fight for them,
blind patriotism they promote,
emotionally toned nationalist
rhyme,
they sell to the care-free
citizens to hoodwink them into
their pathways of evil.

Once their mind is set on
a prized item,
they devise means to
get it;
subtly-our minds-
their propaganda media
machine begin to attack.

Selling ideas that will soon
become a fetus,
which will make us think and
behave like them;
ideas that will make us commit 
our souls to their war,
home or overseas without
extracting Promissory Note
from them.

As soon as war is won,
trophy we brought home and
booty is shared,
they forget our hard labor,
exertion, travail, drudgery,
in battle front;
toil in harsh and inclement
weather and terrains.

When we ask questions,
grudgingly, they give peanuts;
when we raise objection,
they remind us of our oath and
duties to the constitution.

In hangar they will stay,
waiting for another
opportunity to dull our senses,
sedating us with an opium-
political and economic issues of
the day,
mesmerizing or hypnotizing
our soul with magic wand of
political witchcraft to make us
commit our souls to their cause
again.

Just like before we shall cave in,
because their commands,
they had made our laws,
their wishes they made
ideology long time ago.

Same ideology-they teach us at-
schools as intellectual light,
ideology-they whitewashed-
as religious dogmas and tenets,
which we have accepted
without questions from
their priestly, ecclesiastical
and spiritually adulterous
friends.

Ideology-they keep refining-
by means of entertainment
we seek at the theaters,
online, home videos, promoted
by the world of manywoods.

Do we need a break from
war we do not cause?
Of course, yes,
we need a break
from war we do not share in
its plunder and loot;
we need a break from what
older men cause,
youth fight and die for.

We are tired of wars-
innocent souls are wasted for
the rich to get richer,
we are tired of post traumatic
stress disorder,
the only gift war gives
when battle is over.

We are tired of losing
irreplaceable body parts,
we are tired of seeing young
widows and fatherless children
on streets and in neighborhoods;
we are tired of wasted time at
battle fronts.

We are tired of homesickness,
anytime in overseas fighting wars,
we are tired of wars
in the air, at seas, and
on lands,
we are tired of wars in north,
south, west and east,
tired of menacing roar of
nuclear holocaust.

We are tired of
fanatical nationalism
modern warfare has caused
mankind,
we tired of religious extremism
modern warfare has placed on
our pathways;
we tired of xenophobic feelings
modern warfare has caused
humanity.

If we fail to end war today,
war will someday end us;
should war mongers still
prefer war to peace;
This is Our Resolution:
Let Them Fight
Their Wars.