one for the punch.
Published Wednesday, August 16, 2006 by p-h-i-l.
it all begin with a dream,one, just one dream,democracy or just crazy?whatever you called it,i found myself soon elated to its prospects.who would have thought?and with sheer incidental,democracy found its way back to class,demos and kratos,the very fight for the first week was won.and by the second week,myth and tales begin to unfold,and it spread its wings and uncover stories, long told before time immemorial.what was installed for the third,could no less be than what would beon everyones lips till life's end.i have a dream, he saidand that very question remains,do you have a dream, do you have a dream today?only leading it to the fourth.four was always the special,and the fourth bound much,from hands, to feet,and from eyes, to lips,only to show that we need each to work,for no man was an island.five, significant five.for five when back to one.one fundamental understanding of love,and what ' i love you' really meant.that they may see the love of a father or mother,through their works.one, it only takes one choice to love,one decison to make it, or break it,one made the difference.it had to go back to one.thus, from five, it lead back to one.because one makes the difference.i educate, that you may see,and that you may understand,and finally that you may stand for your rights.i do not teach, but show an alternateto a way to live.for like the end of each shows,all great show must eventually conform itselfto the falling of the curtain.this show is ending,and every ending needs to go out with a bang.the decision remains with you,the ending of the show is your's to determine,so, would you end it on a high, or simply a low note?for at the end of it,one decision made,makes the difference.for my friends in alpha, beta, delta, gamma, omega, pi, and sigma
Published Wednesday, June 28, 2006 by p-h-i-l.
listening over and over to their disharmonies,the rush of the breeze felt to my chest,i grasp to breath, and the world spun,awkward as it maybe, the candle rekindles its flame,a light sprung forth, and it dims again.i felt missing.i reached over, as i limped,in my attempt to shelter the light,the need for colour and warmth.struggling, just a fight to overcome,i held its foot, bend tightly my sore arms,refusing to release, and not until,a glimpse of it.what art thy name, it asked.then, it raised my arms,and left, not before it strucked me blissfully.and i lay there motionless,in its serenity,i utter,what a beautiful madness.
Published Sunday, April 16, 2006 by p-h-i-l.
stop, stop, stop. Just stop
.pause, and see that it is beautiful.it remains beautiful, don't you see?no, you do not see.look, just look.stare if you have to.but of all things, be mesmerize again,of its forgotten beauty.yes, beautiful indeed,is this life we live in.our everyday walk.so pause, just pause.and take time to remember.Selah ( Hebrew: סלה) meaning "pause, reflection",
within the context of a prayer or psalms, is similar in purpose to Amen
in that it stresses the importance of the preceding passage.
Published Monday, March 13, 2006 by p-h-i-l.
i picked up a gun and shot,what i feared most has now fallenbut the fear remainedthe irony of it all remainsthat he feared me notand not until i pulled the triggerhe was not the monsterbut ithe monster of my own creationand now i stand shakenas i slowly fall to the groundand my body hits the floorthe trigger pulledand the blood flowedas i took my last breathit was me that i shotfor that fear consumed mei feared colouri feared anotheri feared the other colour." I refuse to accept the view that mankind is so tragically bound tothe starless midnight of racism and war that the bright daybreak of peace and brotherhood can never become a reality. I believe that unarmed truth and unconditional love will have the final word. " Martin Luther King
" Racism is man's gravest threat to man - the maximum of hatred for a minimum of reason. " Abraham Joshua Heschel
Published Tuesday, February 14, 2006 by p-h-i-l.
books after booksstories through stories"and they lived happily ever after" they saidwhile it seems a common end remains determinedwhen once, that vow was sacredi do, he saidand she did likewisebut words made vowsand as it always dowords fail to stand though the test of timenow, time fadesand what had seemed eternalhas now conformed itselfto each tick of the clock.where art thou love,when its needed?Can 'you' be found?Is there ever 'you'?Or is it just the fragments of my mind?Whispering hope, do you hear?From the solitude of hopelessness.A melanchony of sounds overwhelms,And 'you' seem so distant,Or is there ever 'you'?For glimpse of 'you' is eroding.'You' shall be god's plan,The very perfection inplace,A search for 'you' is futile,For no man's competance could bear such fruit.Can 'you' really be found?Be it not a dream O Lord,For the depths of search be far me,The search is your's,For 'you' be found,Be my heavenly bliss.
- reawakening love.
Published Wednesday, February 01, 2006 by p-h-i-l.
:: for 9 / eleven.
Published Wednesday, January 18, 2006 by p-h-i-l.
past the point of no return
standing post on a tower watch
a soldier from nowhere looking at a distant
and a glimpse of life seems to pass away.
a fight for morality has broken its way
with something up the road
leading to a finer day
a walk of shame through these days
will be a thought of yesterday
as we fight our wars for today.and he saidi have a dream that one day my childrenwill not be judged by the colours of their skinbut the content of their character.he had a dream,i have a dream.a four letter story for katie