poems

After a few workshops on poetry,I find the creative juice brewing again.

all about LOVE

Love
How can you calculate?
It's priceless like the stars
or
countless like my hair
That's how they propagate

Love
How can you legislate?
My love is free for ALL?
Why limit it to only four?
or
Is one too many?

Love
In my heart,a jump,a misbeat
when I fall for a misfit
Just to repair it
I need more than a toolkit

Love
it's over,kaput,finito
it has reached its use by date
Its effects I find ways to mitigate
Not a cent in my pocket
But still you press to litigate

Love
wonder where it all went
one thing for sure you're hell bent
to investigate
sniff,sniff,on my shirt
Is that some strange scent?

new year

I hate making new year resolutions for they only make me guilty

how about losing 10 kg by eating tiramisu,ice cream and chocolates
or have bundles of energy by watching all night movies
or a house that has furnishings that automatically self clean
or a furry puppy that doesn't poo or pee
or plants that grow and flourish in waterless conditions
or fairy tales that come true
or peace that prevails
or climate that self corrects itself
or rubbish that doesn't stink
and rats that loves cats
or new years that just come
without loud bangs
starts with a sizzle
and then fizzles

guns,germs and steel

Guns,germs and steel
by Jared Diamond


"The difference between a kleptocrat and a wise statesman,between a robber baron and a public benefactor ,is merely one of degree:a matter of just how much large a percentage of the tribute extracted from producers is retained by the elite,and how much the commoners like the public uses to which the redistributed tribute is put.

For any ranked society,whether a chiefdom or a state,one thus has to ask why do the commoners tolerate the transfer of the fruits of their hard labour to kleptocrats?This question,raised by political theorists from Plato to Marx,is raised anew by voters in every modern election.Kleptocracies with little public support run the risk of being overthrown either by downtrodden commoners or by upstart would be replacement kleptocrats seeking public support by promising a higher ratio of services rendered to fruits stolen.

What should an elite do to gain popular support while still maintaining a more comfortable lifestyle than commoners?

1.Disarm the populace and arm the elite
2.Make the masses happy by redistributing much of the tribute received in popular ways.
3.Use the monopoly of force to promote happiness,by maintaining public order and curbing violence.
4.The remaining way for kleptocrats to gain public support is to construct an ideology or religion justifying kleptocracy."


History repeats itself.

waterfalls and downfalls

just seize the day and grab it by its neck,then try to wring every ounce of joy from the moment.So here in the pouring rain with a hopeless umbrella,I was watching the kids frolicking in the gushing waterfall of Sg tekala/Gabai .wow when you slide down the smooth rockface,it's so thrilling but the next few weeks you dipped into another saga of Madame B. Ovary and you just wonder if the Big C has decided to wipe that smile of your face-but I made it through and so its the mountains and the fun and the new people you've yet to meet that keeps you looking forward to a new day,a new year.

Evening is the whole day

Evening is the whole day -has a surprising reference to bodily excretions as a source of humour-from leaking butts to chamber pots that spill over to the stench,the stinking smell from Ammachi's room to Paati's droppings on the floor.Could the writer be saying that if the reader digs beneath that squeaky clean facade,he or she will come face to face with the skeletons in the closets and if you scratch beneath the prim and proper surface,you can literally dig out dirt.The purpose of the scatology of farts,burps and belches and poo is to remind us that shit happens or what a load of bullshit we weave to deceive ourselves that all is hunky dory.

Peace be unto you

Peace be unto you
Who speak truth to power
peace be unto you
Who tread the path of nails
May peace be in every step you take
To
Free the hungry
Free the mind
May light
Free the darkness of human ignorance
May light
Brighten our hearts
Brother and sisters of all colours and faith
May peace be unto you

SAM

Saya anak Malaysia.