Falling Boy

Falling Boy

Falling boy is the irony

Falling boy fell down

Falling boy made me smile

Falling boy smiles.

Falling boy has emotion, 

Falling boy has courage.

Falling boy is lonely,

Falling boy will please.

Falling boy needs love,

Falling boy has love

for others.

Falling boy is wise,

thinking on his feet.

Falling boy is loved 

but can't know it for the noise

inside his head grabs and controls

his mind.

Falling boy needs to be still

and then, 

Falling boy will understand.

The peace he craves,

he already has.

9/29/13

9:51est

Tea Party Town - On the Bombings in Boston

Tea Party Town



 

 

I had always admired the Bostonians.

 

Who in my neighborhood didn't wish for their shoes,

 

a glorious, heaven sent Christmas present?

 

 

Who in history at elementary, middle or high school,

 

can forget the Tea Party?

 

We laughed and giggled at their ingenuity and their

 

resilience.

 

Challenge to the crown a fate that held certain death.

 

Like Scott Key, they held fast to that hope of freedom,

 

without letting go, they tasted it - after the blood;

 

to rise again in the morning.

 

 

Diabolos from Chechnya plotted and planned,

 

eating Bostonian meat, stealing and hoping it's forgotten.

 

Twice they heard, as nails and steel balls flew out.

 

Blood dripped on the street as sweating bodies tiredly run on.

 

 

Now, the Bostonians are angry again with purpose.

 

They will triumph once again and exult in victory.

 

O' Bostonians, when all learns of your spirit and resolve,

 

none will try to hurt you again.

 

What a mistake they made.

 

Twice.

 

Freedom shall reign,

 

again.

 

 

A long overdue tribute to the resilience and spirit of the people of the city of Boston.

5/5/2013

5:02pm est.

Friday after Nine

Friday after Nine

 

Friday after nine, a day we'll ne'er forget.

A hushed silence descended on the nation.

Little angels, their lights forever snuffed out.

 

Weep with me brother, sister, mom and dad.

In my confusion, I can't cry.

I don't know what to do.

I can't do nothin' for the questions, they ...

Swirl my head dizzy.

 

Too soon, too soon a time to go,

into that gleaming light.

We ascend with laughter, reunited

with our Creator.

 

Little beings and tall beings, misty beings

dash around and around, ensconced in

peace, joy and aware that no weight is

carried here.

 

Oh grim reaper, your victory where?

Newtown, nation be consoled, his future's

written.

Your tears are gathered up in His hands

for a memorial.

 

I mourn now, we mourn, his love descends

embracing everyone, closely.

Can you hear his heart beat?

A soft, almost muffled sound that's sure.

 

Wicked king in the dust, where is your power?

A little angel cannot be silenced, they speak

more loudly... from beyond the grave.

They are playing a fun game now, as they

hold little hands and go round and round in circles.

Little smiles potent, on little beaming faces, their song

echoes in the air.

 

Sleep little ones, play a while

no one can hurt you now.

 

 

 

12/17

21H18

Beaufort, NC

A tribute and in memory of those who tragically lost their lives in Newtown, Connecticut.

 

 



The boy who would die

THE BOY WHO WOULD DIE

This short story is now available though Amazon Kindle.  This contains the updated and edited version.  Per Amazon eBook rules, I could not have a copy here.

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EARTHQUAKE

EARTHQUAKE

The plates shook with a heave and a sigh,
not in restful manner,
but like a phleghmatic old lady coughing,
giving up her last breath.
Like a rug shook from under and rippling still.

The waters heaved and rolled, angry at this
sudden, rude interruption of cocky bravado.
The energy began building and shot outwards
like Tell's arrow or Zeus' thunderbolt.

The people cowered in fear and began to hide
and even run.
As the waters approached, some fools watched.
Everything was given a tumble dry wet
indiscriminately.

The clean streets and meticulous lawns and heated buildings
were no more.
I thirst, was the cry.
Where's my baby?
Where's my husband, wife?

Unannounced, in the middle of the night,
who watches over you?

The death cloud is rising.
It's moving this way or that.
Everybody fears.
Are these the signs?

Fear not, I am with you.


Jason Dhanapalan
13H50 est
3.18.11

For the people of Japan, Chile, Haiti and everywhere else.

Mountains

MOUNTAINS

Mountains appear before me,
numerous odd shaped entities.
I stand at their base in awe,
filled with wonder.

The air is icy cold,
a portent of what awaits.
In the silence, I can hear myself think.
It is a noisome cacaphony.
All this is drowned out by the presence before me.

I will have to climb alone or get nowhere.
Nobody is there to reach out.
Nobody wants to.
It's a world of get and get more...
I have no ropes or links to help me.

Then I put my foot foward on the cold, jagged rocks.
I search out for soft places to absorb.
I turn back and look, frozen by fear
of the enormity of the task ahead.
I have only taken two steps and don't see,
the fourth man.

I persist and climb for years.
I look back and see that he was tending my cuts
and bruises along the way,
invisibly.

All along...
waiting on the top too.
What a breath-taking view we enjoy.
I am not alone.
No, no more.

'How lovely on the mountains are the feet,
of him who brings good news, announcing peace,
proclaiming news of happiness...'

We still climb,
even if the rock rolls down again.


Jason Dhanapalan
19H05 est.

Apocalypse

APOCALYPSE

I had a dream that the leader's daughter
had an abusive partner.
My discernment has never let me down so far,
nor do I expect it to do so anytime soon.
I see things so I am not surprised.

What I see now is a people who are Godless and Godforsaken.
They are running around as if in an athletics meet.
There is no goal or purpose.
It's a daily route so no surprises expected, no rose smelling.
Forces are gathering with devious intention to begin a great assault,
like never before.
To snuff out the weak and busy.

Thousands of birds fell from the skies and had the scientists
disagreeing with each other for the best explanation.
Don't you know that not one sparrow falls from the sky and 
Him not knowing it?
Beauty silenced and the feathers ruffle in the wind is
a portent of things to come.
Suddenly, without warning and subtly the enemy attacks.
He knows the time!

A flaming sword from the North East will lie all waste
in its path and that time is now on us,
like a sudden downpour and the ground cannot soak up the water
so there is a deluge.
Not like the Mayan calendar but they knew something.

Thousands of fish suddenly dying tells that the time for mercy is no more.
Fish once fed and slaked hunger but now is a sign,
of the starvation and depravity of mind.
It was a slow and steady slide that none troubled over the omens,
to swim upstream.
They would eat each other just as soon for everything else,
unnatural is acceptable.

Its too late for change if reading, it's not instant,
so soon is the parousia in my sight.

Can the blind lead the blind?
They will both be hurt.

The signs are there but can we perceive it?
On our knees.
That's condescending, isn't it?
'Untouchable' in India, not any more?
But right here and now.

Lawyers and the law are killing the nation and there's 
no governance but a semblance of it.

Will a remnant return?
That's a possibility.

God bless ....

Apocalypse means 'eye opening' not end of days.
When the end is nigh, there will be time no more
for opening of eyes.
That's a luxury for now.  

Jason Dhanapalan
8:45pm est