a question

hungry boys
dark skinned
weeping

weeping boys
skinned in hunger
dark

dark boys
weeping skin
hungry

the truth
(anyway I look at it)
leaves me ashamed
of my comfortable life

then why do I
cling to apathy
in the midst of my shame,
choosing mere words over
selfless acts of
kindness?

smileys for fat people

:-))
double chin

:-P))
double chin sees supersize burger

:-{}))
double chin eating supersize burger

:-)))
double chin smiles after supersize burger

:-)))))
double chin looking down at plate

:-(((
double chin sees empty plate

thoughtons (thought photons)

talking to friends
suddenly
her smile finds mine

tea dust escapes the bag
hitching a ride
on hot water

the little hourglass does

cartwheels

as my desktop meditates

red LED glow
dark screen
waits for dawn

Digital Omniscience

How does one cope with spirituality in a digital world? Religion as ever is overrated - hardly worth adhering to when madmen decide what God is telling his flock, but spirituality is a different matter altogether.

Maybe God is like the internet, we all 'know' it is out there, yet it is not tangible, but for those willing to access it, there are benefits (which may only be subjective).

If so, then one could extend the analogy further - surely it does not matter if one uses FireFox or IE, AOL or Virgin, Google or Altavista, Yahoo or Hotmail ...

... if used judiciously, it helps to tap into a higher plane of awareness.

But, just like the internet, there are dangers - not surprisingly, arising from the misdemeanors of Man than the imperfections of the Entity

And as with all things, caveat emptor when choosing between ploughshares and swords.

Chinese calender: addendum et erratum

In the Chinese calender, where each year is assigned one of twelve animals, 2008 was the year of the rat, the year of the most extravagant and well planned Olympics - staged by the collective consciousness of a great people, rightly proud of their culture and heritage.

Nevertheless, I think that the Chinese have picked the wrong animal, for ...

... it was the year when a little boy who played behind his father's grocery store in Trelawny became the first man to take a breather (and a leisurely backward glance) BEFORE reaching the finish line in the most spectacular display of athletic ability that this planet has ever witnessed.

... it was the year when a father saw his dream come to life as his son leapt nimbly onto a podium to be crowned the youngest ever Formula One World Champion.

... it was the year when life imitated Morgan Freeman as intertwining streams of humanity came together in time and space to bring 'Change to America', which would have been impossible to imagine a few decades ago, in a country with seemingly permanent fault lines along inconsequential borders of skin pigmentation.

... it was also the year when, far removed from all things glamorous and newsworthy, amongst the closed down docks of an old city of migrants, a man fought off his demons and clawed his way up to his dream of a job, to spend a lifetime seeped in the rhythms and murmurs of a few hundred grams of red meat ticking away in all of us.

Surely, 2008 was The Year of the Underdog.