Along Came Sandy

10/30/12

1:03 am

Brooklyn NY

Along came Sandy

When Sandy threw

Her dander and rage

All trees were swept

And waters took stage

The winds blew men

And boats aside

She set fire to homes

As flames spread wide

The rivers engulfed

Both tunnel and rail

Most roads have sunk

Some homes set sail

Scores of citizens

Both young and old

Have suffered amply

Her wrath, untold

Then, Sandy left unnoticed

Darkness, we now claim

This woeful path of ruin

Will always bear her name

Coincidences

10/24/12

12:30 am

Brooklyn NY

Coincidences

 

Life happens inadvertently.

A mind blowing premise,

As life in itself means existence.

Yet life is unconscious and uninformed.  

No wise man can surely foretell,

If tomorrow would come.

We’re mostly unprepared for the unknown.

And the unknown will almost never prepare us

Even if we had an indication of what it might be. 

Yet there are days where accidents happen.

Somehow our whims converge with reality,

And our yearnings become accurate.

The randomness of time seems to propose a plan.

Contrasting events seemed to unite,

As if we have organized the improbability of our dreams.

Some people believe coincidences are inconsequential.

I consider them profound, insightful to the soul.

I happen to believe these little flukes are significant in our lives.

They somehow give us a glimpse to the unknown.

A veritable intuition to what may come. 

Aren’t these the days we feel more alive?

We feel as if the higher beings have come down to us!

Desiring the unlikely to happen more frequently.

I say, go ahead.

Find your coincidence.

Better yet, let it find you.

Double Proposition

10/5/12

6:40 pm

Friday

Washington DC

Double Proposition

Today I swept the river waters.

My arms struck its resistance,

Paddling persistently,

Impelling my boat forward.

Drops from my brow cooled me off,

As I pummeled its flow.

I was never quite convinced,

That I knew where I was headed.

I'm only certain I need to keep paddling.

Paddling meant everything.

And everything is all I’ve got.

As I neared the fork,

Two routes came into view.

One to my left and another to my right.

Both seemed to be of equal value.

It’s likeness stood out,

More than I could decide.

As I approached the split,

I halted my boat.

I knew enough, that whichever way I go,

It would change everything incessantly.

Yet my mind was still undetermined.

And so I yielded.

Floating in uncertainty.

Stealthily, the current guided me towards the left.

Coercing me to stir with the stream.

I knew then where I need to go.

For inherently, the current couldn’t have gone any other way

And perhaps, that’s where I need to be.

Paddling on,

I looked back to where I once was.

The river waters were in constant unrest.

Unpredictably choosing where it flows.

I guess I’ll always wonder,

What it would be like to go to the right.