Little Boy

There was a little boy

Who used to sing himself songs

When he grew up, he said

I will prove all of them wrong.

The ones who thought

What is good for me to do

The ones who didnt care for me

Whether I felt blue.

You may think I am playing in the sand

What you have yet to see, I am moulding my plan

Someday I will be tall and strong

Then I will prove you grown ups wrong.

So they left the little boy playing

What an amusing sight they said

Too late they realized

What little boy planned ahead

The newspaper

Somedays when I read the newspaper

Even though I no longer read it on paper

Calling it newspaper makes it like an old friend

I come across some news good some news bad

Some stories happy some stories sad

But you know that cliched word was coming

Some stories however make me mad

These are not about the corrupt politicians

or the latest excuse they made to go for War

After some time that theme starts to bore

Having been executed since time began

Nope these are the stories

Of people (mostly men, but sometimes women)

treating other people badly

Kids being raped and killed

Teachers fucking students

Women being tortured in Country X for doing Y

Gays being bullied for being gays

These are the days

I feel like going back on my monkish vows

And unleashing a cyber scepter

On predators who prey

on People  and their allies

Who help them out

 

 

The beer moment of truth

Sometimes, about once a week

I am alone with my beer

and my spicy peanut masala with onion

and cold beer enhanced with some cubes

I remember that I used to have

much less money more lot time

much less worries more lot buddies

when I was younger

sure I wasnt wiser

and I didnt really realize

those days were good

and these days are good too

that I realize

because sure as hell,

I wont make the same mistake twice

of letting the moment go by

as this brain realizes

what could be in future

what could have been in the past

no my dear

I have been here before

so now let me

enjoy my beer, my game, my poem

as worldwide

my invisible friends whom I may never meet

like me for my poetry

even though no one near me

yet cant  stand the personality

if you cant stand me

you will never understand me

trust me on this

I am much better when I have had a beer

 

Bird on the Wire by Leonard Cohen

Like a bird on the wire
Like a drunk in a midnight choir
I have tried in my way to be free

Like a worm on a hook
Like a knight from some old fashioned book
I have saved all my ribbons for thee

If I, if I have been unkind
I hope that you can just let it go by
If I, if I have been untrue
I hope you know it was never to you

Oh, like a baby, stillborn
Like a beast with his horn
I have torn everyone who reached out for me

But I swear by this song
And by all that I have done wrong
I will make it all up to thee

I saw a beggar leaning on his wooden crutch
He said to me, “You must not ask for so much”
And a pretty woman leaning in her darkened door
She cried to me, “Hey, why not ask for more?”

Oh, like a bird on the wire
Like a drunk in a midnight choir
I have tried in my way to be free

 

Wired Differently – Science Fiction

continued from Wired at

 http://poemsforkush.com/2012/02/06/some-sci-fi-by-kush-u/

The difference between the 23rd century and the 21nd century in the way they treat mental diseases was more than just technology or drugs, or even better mapping of neuro bio-chemistry. It was the whole philosophy behind how mental disease was treated.

In the 21 st century, mental disease especially paranoia, bi-polar disease and schizophrenia were things to be minimized as aberrations. Now, they were simply treated as deviations from median neuro-chemical activity.

Indeed what used to be considered a stigma was now considered a gift , like an athelete with unusual sized legs, or bigger heart. It was long accepted that creative types were often afflicted with thinking differently and issues. Rather than diminish those aspects of their bulit in wiring, they were asked to explore their imagination.

Do you hear voices? Well what do they say? Could you write a novel, a book a blog on them. Could you make a movie on aliens on them.

And Wired differently meant you were no longer Treated differently. At least not in a way to feel ashamed of.

(Smiles)