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This Moment

This Moment

The might of the Niagara falls is upon us
its spray a veritble deluge
one that envelops the boat
rains down on all our red raincoats...
and
yet she takes pictures
undaunted by this fierceness of nature
oblivious to all imminent danger
and unappreciative of this wonderous immersive moment...
Her prime concern is to record the moment
for history
for replays
for others to marvel at, and
for her to reminisce
And yet,
and yet,
in that very act of documenting the grandeur of that instant
she missed opening up to its magic
unfortunately escaping the spell it could've cast,
surely would've cast!
Simply put,
she didnt enjoy it for all its worth
didnt drink from its beauty
lose herself in its raw power
and become one with this uninhibited performance....
Maybe if she had accorded that moment as much respect
as she has given to the documenting of it
she may have learnt this of life's lessons...
a true 'in-the-moment' experience is as good as that 'out-of-b…

Pool Party

Pool Party   - Mir 6/15/2015

It was a birthday party
by the community pool
a pool so shallow, an adult couldn't swin
yet there she was a little girl
floating in slow motion
under the surface
and above the bottom
limbs swaying with the waves
ears deaf to the noise
taking in water
for who knows how long
...
I saw the father
doing chest compressions
blowing air into her mouth
between screaming her name
gutteral, urgent, desperate imploring screams
over and over
as hypnotized we watched
everyone else seemingly on 911
...this went on for an eternity.
Phone: Sir what is the name of the apartment complex?
I don't know...it's where this girl is drowning
Sir, what is her condition?
I don't know...lifeless
Sir, who is attending to her?
Jesus! I don't know...don't you have a drone overhead when you need one
Sir, what is your name?
seriously?
Sir, what is your phone number?
Really, you don't have caller id?
...
a dripping wet hulk of a man continues chest compression
on a little body in a purple b…

My fish is a terrorist, what do I do?

My fish is a terrorist, what do I do?

In the fish-tank that sits by the window
in my quiet suburban neighborhood
lives a terrorist fish!
He's white skinned and a little larger than his orange mates
but it may not be his size or skin that's intimidating
judging from outside the fishbowl it might be his attitude!
Whatever it is that causes him to dominate the conversation in his fishy neighborhood,
as the administrator of the colony their conflict is my problem!
How do I restore the rights of the orange fish?
Is there a way to empower the underdogfish?
Can I appeal to his gentle side? ...does he have a gentle side?
Why can't they all just get along like on day-One,
when they all swam around in picture-perfect fashion
with no-one cowering inside the plastic volcano and under the fake tree?
Back then he wasn't swimming around in circles like a shark wannabe!
So I think through my choices....
I poke fingers at him threateningly as he swims by
can I pretend to stab him thru the glass and sca…

Mo and Charlie - My inner Algerian

My inner Algerian...

the argument goes...
that the hurt that words cause
and the damage that slights and insults inflict,
cannot in a court of law be prosecuted
because the wounds of words are not apparent
and the humiliation is often masked.
So I don my mask and thicken my skin
and disintegrate inside...
But what happened to you my friend
my educated, intellectual compatriot?
why did you resort to insulting me and mine?
what did you do it for...money or a laugh?
were you celebrating your freedom of speech
or your freedom of provocation?
Just because you didn't physically hurt me
does that mean I don't physically hurt?
Did you not see me as an equal, a human
was I too brown to your white,
too Algerian to your French,
much too traditional for the liberal in you,
too uncultured for your culture
or
is it simply that I need to be 'Charlie'
but you cannot be 'Mo'?

So you twisted your pen
and let the ink run over the parchment
and into my eyes
until i cried and my heart bled
you laid waste…

Stepping back from the brink a bit I think...

Stepping back from the brink a bit I think...

we promote rights of free speech
that can be used to hurt another or others (mostly) without the danger of being punished in a court of law.
we proclaim the rights to equality yet we can legally ghettoize minorities, colonialize peoples and geographies while seeming to offer them equality and full citizenship
we can do all this and more and allow the raising of damaged generations,
create the existence of subdued and subjected populations,
peoples that know only war and repression
men and women that scrounge for everything....daily.

But bloody hell we must draw the line someplace....
we don't take shit from those immigrants
who despite the bestowal of our citizenship upon them are not good enough to help themselves out of poverty
who listen to their undemocratic gods
and twisted minds...
who don't value freedom above food and survival
and somehow cant find the time to indulge in a social, political discourse to negotiate a change in their destiny…