Raca

Raca

I've heard tell that 'raca' is a bad word.
Fools are those who live, knowing that;
the starving are dying,
the empty of soul are withering,
the millstoned necks are drooping -
and doing nothing.

Didn't Cornelius the 'scapegoat' of society,
gain His notice through open hands.
Reaching out is sharing not dreaming;
and living real.

Fools are those who live to hurt, insult and annoy
people whose hearts beat like them.
Nobody likes a steady beep...
There's only one chance,
to live well.

'Ubuntu' says 'I'm OK only if you're OK',
that makes a big difference,
but not here!
Everybody's too busy; but is anyone asking,
what's the whole point?
They've lost the ability to think and reason;
everything is done for them.
Pursuit of the green.

Where does it lead and where will it end?
Raca, raca, raca!
BE NOT!!!


Jason Dhanapalan
20H32 EST

They're Doing their Best

They're Doing their Best

Money cannot make people happy, but some.
I think...
Oprah's doing her best.
Houses cannot buy safety,
think about Kat.
Beds cannot buy rest, even with
memory foam.  What is that?

I go to bed but stay awake, why?
Thoughts never sleep nor slumber.
I think I am beloved; am I not?
I watch in vain and lay waste to the
restless spirit.

Trust.  Trust.  Trust.
Habitat cannot house everyone;
they're doing their best.
Gates cannot cure all polio or malaria,
he's doing his best.

Clothes makes them pretty,
so they think.
Naomi is a shadow... now.
A new fashion will usurp.
Obsolete and frumpy!

A new thing is His best, was ever.
Trust.  Trust.  Trust.
They're doing their best!
What are you doing?

What, what, what, hey?

The food bank???
Let me not go there!!!
They're doing their best.
And the Tsunami, you can't surf it!!


Jason Dhanapalan
06H30 EST

Poverty and Lies

Poverty and Lies
'The truth shall set you free', is the saying.
'Freedom isn't free' is a saying.
Give me freedom which isn't free, but that;
...chained to responsibility.

I told a lot of lies when young, in the presence -
of my peers.
Poverty hurt my self-esteem which wanted to,
wear this perpetual cloak.
My friends knew, I suppose in retrospect.
They respected me too much to hurt.

Silence and 'hakuna matata' followed.

That's the tragedy of the poor.
The unlimited thoughts of the mind,
and the mental forays into joyous fictionality.
Endless possibilities are dreams; who knows
when to wake up and realize them; hopefully.

'The poor are blessed', is a saying.
I live free now.
I live carefree, in the land of the FREE.
Now, truthfully for no one holds a
microscope.

I think, the issue - is
power...
I'd rather have poverty in spirit;
I co-own a kingdom.
I am free and brave - for I can
look at myself and
not look away.

Jason Dhanapalan
06H00 EST 08/10/10
NC, Raleigh

Granny's Automobile

Granny's Automobile
Be a defender of the weak and a helper,
of the helpless.
Is what I've learned.
The promise I made to keep to widows
and orphans - the voiceless.

Granny is 87 and living a happy life.
Tho' she cannot do many things for herself,
she is content when others are there.
Presence is everything in the lonely pauses.

God is glorified in these;
than those with eloquence of speech.

I will finish what I started for no one,
starts a race, not intending to finish
and finish well for its not boxing the air.
Aren't we salt and light?

I expect nothing;
than a smile of satisfaction and the understanding;
you can lean on me, anytime as someday I likely will;
on some else.
Thanks for the honor.

Fulfilled, without speaking.


Jason Dhanapalan
9:48 pm EST  10/19/2010

You and I

You and I

Like a bullet fired from a gun, old or new
that has to hit a target some or other,
effecting change...
between us.

I value you and should always.
Once started, cannot be ended.
For the mind's eye sees ever well,
will not be dimmed by age.

On this earth, you're the complement,
to me...
Making me... complete.
You're resplendent with... 
everything.

Someone else judges otherwise,
carnally.
An open book, well read,
is respected, revered...
Like you!!

I could see the stars through the ceiling boards,
but did not reach up to touch them.
They sparkled and gleamed like brilliant diamonds.
Sometimes, that's my weakness.
They're there but not near,
my friends.

Jason Dhanapalan
05H42 EST

Freedom

Freedom without responsibility and accountability isn't really freedom at all.  Freedom 'fighters' can 'fight' for freedom and overthrow governments but not really be free themselves, at all.

This is the all pervasive mindset in South Africa today, that freedom is something to be fought for and won and the 'victor' to revel in their 'accomplishments' and have the attended right of lording it over the 'conquered'.

Africa the Motherland

AFRICA THE MOTHERLAND
Africa the motherland, everybody can love you;
from a distance.
I heard the other day,
thieves were scurrying on the roof just after midnite.
People here want your soil, just to be
grounded.
The politicians there are self-aggrandisers; knowing not
how to be rooted.
They drink the life sap of the land to its death,
narcissistically.
A million were killed in 3 months,
and the world gawped.
The holocaust will forever be
remembered and 9/11.
Who are you?
I see your hands stretched out, perpetually.
Who loves you, Africa?
The 'dark continent'.
An old map in Germany, perhaps before
cartography,
named you for 'Barbaria'.
I see the blue oceans of peace and the
dancing workers.
They don't care, if someone dies.
Other lives are cheap, not their own.
You're an embarassment.
I hate you Africa;
but love you in a horribly, twisted way.
08/21/2010
Jason Dhanapalan
15H15 EST.