But She Forgot

The People That Time Forgot (novel)
The People That Time Forgot (novel) (Photo credit: Wikipedia)



But She Forgot


When her boyfriend broke up with her,




Cried on my shoulder,


Walked with me by the lake,


Talked for hours about all the things they did,


Wanted me to be there just to hear her breathe,


But she forgot I was there.




When she met the man of her dreams,




Told me how special he was,


Wanted me to meet him,


Insisted I go shopping with her to buy him gifts,


Asked me to help her write love poems (for him),


But she forgot I had feelings too.




When he became too busy to be with her,




Wouldn’t talk to anyone for days,


Partied every weekend with her girl friends,


Claimed I would be her best friend forever,


Moved in with a roommate,


But she forgot I cared.




When she became pregnant,




Needed me to take care of her,


Said I would be her son’s godfather,


Told me all the things we would do together,


Said she wanted to be independent,


But she forgot I had always been there for her.




When her boyfriend beat her up,




Lost her baby,


Insisted she still loved him,


Asked me to mind my own business,


Said I should stay away,


But she forgot my heart was broken.




When she was buried,




Looked very pretty,


Said she was sorry,


Wished that she loved me,


Left a note asking me to take care of her son,


But she forgot she didn’t even have to ask.


















They’re in the Same Zoo

Hastkaar Yantra based on medieval Rajasthani p...
Hastkaar Yantra based on medieval Rajasthani painting. Hallway wall-painting at Charles Correa’s Jawahar Kala Kendra in Jaipur, designed in 1993. Each of it’s 9 enclosed sections is named after a planet and display a variety of textiles, crafts, weapons, etc. (Photo credit: Wikipedia)


They’re in the Same Zoo


Who owns the night?


Yes! It might be the owls


When they take flight.


Gliding noiselessly looking for prey,


Tirelessly searching till the break of day.


They dance in the darkness


Above the sheltering trees,


Spinning and swooping


Where no one sees.


But there are others who boldly emerge,


Out of shelters and lairs,


Ready to party


In the cool night airs,


Carousing wolves primp and preen,


Expecting to greet foxes


Who want to be seen.




Who owns the day?


It might be the eagles


See! High above they soar,


Looking for a big moment,


With a chance to score.


No time to dance, sing or play,


They have to be ready


If opportunity comes their way.


When neons shut down


And sunlight caresses the trees,


Fortunes are made


By eagles who seize.


Golden moments are in hand


For a bull or a bear


Making split second decisions


Like they really don’t care.




Who rules the night?


Is it the night owls


When they take flight?




Who owns the day?


Is it the eagles


Who work the hours away?




Denizens of the night


And citizens of the day


Keep the world spinning


By the roles they play.




It continues to be true


If they walk or fly,


They’re in the same zoo


Beneath the same sky.








When Will Humans Learn?

Alien (Photo credit: Wikipedia)


When Will Humans Ever Learn?


Flowers can thrive anywhere,


Even in a gun,


All it takes is love and peace,


And a little bit of sun,




Vivid colors continually spring,


From my heart,


And it’s love I feel,


Right from the start.




“Our country wants YOU! Use your game skills to get ahead. See a recruiter now!”  The man in the picture was pointing his finger directly at William.  William turned and entered the brightly lit office.


“Welcome, son!” a uniformed man boomed.  “I’ve got several openings.  What kind of games are you proficient in?  And at what levels? It seems most of the new recruits think they’re good but when it comes right down to it, they’re afraid to kill. Now, what about you, son?  Do you think you could kill a few intruders?  Remember, if they were bold enough to come to Earth and establish a base in section eight, then it won’t be long before they try to get us all.”


William smiled.  In his video games he had been blasting aliens, torturing enemies, destroying cities, and attacking women and children as far back as he could remember.  Seeing blood splattered or bodies fragmented only added to the excitement.  “I can handle any assignment,” he said proudly.  “What do I need to do to convince you?”


The recruiter escorted him into a noisy room filled with other young men and women.  They were focused, trying to eliminate green skinned aliens before they, themselves, were eliminated.  William joined in, proceeding from one level to the next.  One by one the other recruits dropped out, their skills not proficient enough to keep them in the game.  Though they weren’t allowed to fight on, they stood and watched with interest until only William and one girl, Roxanne, remained. William and Roxanne continued to advance, ruthlessly destroying city after city.  As William and Roxanne began the last level their audience began chanting, “Kill! Kill! Kill them all!”


The recruiter bellowed, “That’s enough! I want everyone out!  William and Roxanne, you will stay. Both of you have proven your skills.  You’ll be shipping out at 0500.  I’ve received word that there is troop movement in section eight.  We are sending our best to monitor and destroy any hostiles.  Any questions? “


William and Roxanne shook their heads.  “No, Sir!” they chorused.


At 0800 both were already watching aliens and checking game controls.  Roxanne said quietly, “These controls are just a heavy duty version of the ones at the recruitment center.  This will be easy.  We’ll be able to blast them off the planet.”


For a few minutes the aliens simply moved closer together.  Then slowly they began expanding outward across the flat desert in a large perfect circle.


William watched, waiting for orders to begin firing.  He reported what he saw as the aliens advanced.  The large rifles they carried looked deadly but they could not compare to the firepower at William’s command.  The circle continued to grow.


“Fire a warning shot!” an officer barked.


Roxanne and William fired at the same time. The ground shook next to the advancing aliens but they continued to step forward.  Several aliens raised their guns and fired.


“Shoot to kill!” the officer shouted.


William and Roxanne selected targets and fired.  Both were shocked when the aliens did not fall.  Alien rifles were firing again.  This time William zeroed in to see the targets of alien rifles.  Instead of carnage and dying victims, flowers bloomed.  The aliens fired round after round and flowers sprouted in the dry desert sand.


“Kill! Kill!” The officer screamed hysterically.


As the gamers blasted away with deadly accuracy Roxanne and William noticed a strange thing.  Instead of aliens being destroyed, there were more.  At first it was puzzling but then William remembered a fact from a science class.  Like fishermen had discovered when they tried to kill starfish by cutting them into small pieces, each piece of alien that had been blown apart grew into a new body.


Although the officer continued to scream orders to kill, William and Roxanne quit firing.  They could not destroy the intruders with violence because violence fed into the aliens’ energy.  As efficient as William and Roxanne were with their weapons, the numbers of the aliens would have increased drastically.


Alien rifles continued to fire.  Flowers were flying everywhere, growing where they landed.  In addition, as aliens came close they handed flowers to humans.  If flowers were rejected, fighting ensued.  If accepted, there was peace.


After seeing the results of violence, William decided he would try peace and love.  If he was brave enough to embrace an alien, an alien might disappear.   At first Roxanne thought William was insane to hug an alien.  As violence increased and consequently as the numbers of aliens grew she realized the aliens would take over the world and crowd humans out.  Soon she began to see promise in William’s theory.


William and Roxanne began hugging aliens.  At first nothing happened.  Then one of the aliens began shaking and soon disappeared completely.  With difficulty they tried convincing others that the way of peace and flowers was best.  Some humans insisted humans must be destroyed by killing each and every one.  Those who saw the value of peace countered the violence with extra love.


Peace and love were not acceptable to some. They reasoned, If you hug someone you can’t hate them.  Consequently they will always be there, outside control.


If it hadn’t been for the flowers things would not have worked out.  The war would have continued.  As the flowers bloomed around the world, the blossoms changed the moods of many people.  Peace, for the time being, would reign supreme.  Humans learned that love conquers all, including violence, and flowers wake the senses and promote tranquility.


Aliens would eventually push outward again.  This time humans might greet them with flowers and hugs.  If so, humans on Earth still have a future. If aliens are greeted with violence, they might crowd humans into the sea.  When will humans ever learn?
















Negative Charge of My Magnet Ghost


This image was selected as a picture of the we...
This image was selected as a picture of the week on the Malay Wikipedia for the 29th week, 2010. (Photo credit: Wikipedia)


Negative Charge of My Magnet Ghost


I have a personal magnet ghost, who’s attracted to my bad deeds.


She’s not very sensitive at times; she ignores my wants and needs.


When my life is out of balance and I’ve lost momentum to go,


She unloads negative energy, leaving me with no room to grow.


When dark thoughts start to gather and I feel the first drops of pain,


I close my eyes and imagine her here, creating havoc within my brain.


Mentally ill, I’ve been labeled, because of that wandering soul,


She shows up uninvited, no matter how often she’s been told,


A queen in emotional and spiritual worlds, she rushes to stake her claim,


There remained no chance I‘d keep control, once she called my name,


Irresponsible with her own relationships, she drove my friends away,


Leaving me to fight my demons alone, those who moved in yesterday,


Electrical shortages and my life on hold, the ghost has held her sway,


I think it’s time for her to move ahead, I need her out today.


I’ve been looking for my innocence; I found it in the dark,


It will light up the world, once I provide a spark.






From the Beginning


Dancing around
Dancing around (Photo credit: a hundred visions and revisions)


My Life from the Beginning


I awoke from darkness and fell into light,


Cold was the day, not as warm as night,


Understanding the world was my very first task,


Answers surrounded me, all I needed was to ask,


Wet puppy kisses, purrs from a cat,


I found favorite things precious like that,


Storms in summer bringing driving rain,


Scratches and bruises, living with pain,


Dancing and laughing till dawn’s early light,


Learning to love was well worth the fight,


The world continuing to be comfortable and fun,


Until I struggled with challenges not easily won,


Relationships were fragile, few were deep,


Ripped from my grasp, not mine to keep,


Without knocking or asking, time opened a door,


Health and wealth were not mine any more,


Minutes passed swiftly and turned into years,


My memories were washed away by tears,


Nights were growing longer; cold was gaining ground,


I gave away all the treasures that I’d found,


I left behind the darkness and entered the light,


Laughing and dancing, Oh, what a sight!








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