Monday, June 26, 2006

up 2 date

The world wants me to be
up to date with
the world itself
future that will or won't come
it makes me think that I'm so retarded;
that i've missed my turn or something
worse that than that:
like my chance in life
the one that will never repeat itself
just passed and will never happen again
I will never be up to date ever again
with all these things happening
and after me
should I try to catch my own me
from the future
on every day, week, month?
today's me is not me
future me it's not me
who am I?
i don't know - anymore

Friday, June 16, 2006

"I Come and Stand at Every Door..."

Originally uploaded by markg729.
I come and stand at every door. But no one hears my silent tread. I knock and yet remain unseen. For I am dead, for I am dead.

I'm only seven although I died. In Hiroshima long ago. I'm seven now as I was then. When children die they do not grow.

My hair was scorched by swirling flame. My eyes grew dim, my eyes grew blind. Death came and turned my bones to dust. And that was scattered by the wind.

I need no fruit, I need no rice. I need no sweet, nor even bread. I ask for nothing for myself. For I am dead, for I am dead.

All that I ask is that for peace. You fight today, you fight today. So that the children of this world. May live and grow and laugh and play.

-- Nazim Hikmet

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