Out here in the freezing cold
In a place known for being hot
I wonder why the weather’s so cranky
Monsoon showers in December
I wonder why man is so stupid
Unmindful of nature’s warning signs
Going about his work uncaring
About seasons changing and upturning
I sense an uneasy calm
Nature working up its anger
We’ll just stand by and watch
Helpless…puny weaklings
Civilizations have vanished
Cities have perished
It’s just the way it’s always been
A full circle.
Nature’s ways
M V J Simon 2010
With words I sow
Scattering them around with wild abandon
Fodder for birds
Food for thought
Ideas of delight
In fertile minds, they sprout
And germinate
Out of dry barren earth
And stone hard hearts
A shoot of green emerges
Cracking up the terrain
With explosive creative force
This tiny little nut
Frail and weak little seed
From where this life force?
Is it the dew drop that soaked?
Or sun-rays that warmed?
Or is it the soil fertile and moist?
Or is it just the way it is
That life happens. No matter what.
MVJ Simon 2010
No time to think
No time for words to trickle in
And flow out into a blank page
Blotches of black on white
No time to write
As I keep doing
There’s some much to do
Though I don’t know what
No time to waste
In meaningless thoughts
And empty words
When I have work to do
No time to live
As I work hard
Trading time to live
And for good times
Caught in the spinning wheels
Keeping up with its relentless pace
I’m in the race
A spoke in the wheel called progress
MVJ Simon 2010
Barges into my unwelcome ears.
This noise.
The monotonous crack of crackers.
Marking time like dripping tapwater.
Empty noises that echo in the empty walls of my mind.
The sound of Celebrations?
Hollow.
This noise meant to bring joy.
Echoes.
This empty noise banging on my ear drums,
making me want to clutch my temples.
The screams of me, me, me
Arising from empty throats
Gasping like their last breaths
Hunger in their eyes
This empty noise
This greed
This hunger
I shut my eyes.
And my mind.
In my wakeful sleep.
MVJ Simon. Nov. 2010
