Passions

To begin with a common denominator
A passion no one is without.

Passion of Music

Music with long drawn out notes
Opening the body to release soul
Deep breath, eyes closed.
Deeply rooted to the beat,
Body parts move,
Foot tapping, swaying motions,
Mouth open and diaphragm pushes air,
Vibrating vocal cords try desperately
Trying to match a sound of beauty,
And of passion.

Ironic when the lyrics reflect suicide,
Wonderful when the poem coincides
With ones own beliefs.
Still the shivers strike
When a voice touches the soul.
That one moment,
Every time the same spot of shivers.
One second more could bring tears.
Tears of beauty.

Human emotions extend to the ends of everything.
And nothing.
As do reasons.

Passion of Learning and Change

People are often mistaken.
The mirage of life shimmers in the desert.
A desolate place in which animals have learned to live in.
A mirage is also a desire.
Mankind desires a hard life only because they feel they must.

Crippled, hunched backed and grey
I see student's faces contort with worry,
Tests. A judgment.
Cramming knowledge, only to be lost.
Minutes, days, years, time will erase what was written in worry.
But why?
In science, one false test can disprove dozens.

History Teacher, 2001.
Music blares from the classroom.
Memories fill the sweat box.
News clippings, visions of past students.
Flags and maps.
Unused procedures of teaching.
A monkey suit.
And a quote, his motto:
"Those who do not remember the past are condemned to repeat it."

Mankind created the persona
Living is hard.
Condemned to repeat the past.
Sad when they expect the world to be a job.
If they did not expect, perhaps the world could change?
I learned that from a history teacher, in class I never forgot.
Information I will never forget.
From a teacher who actually taught and said it is never too late.

Passion of Writing

Perhaps not writing as much as imagination.
To know that when I walk
I may see something thousands of people, even myself,
Have seen a thousand times and for one instance see it differently
To see a tree personifying time in the midst of a storm.
To create simply metaphors, and extend those metaphors
Into other worlds, creatures, characters, and lives.

Passion of Human Rights

Dark skin, blonde hair, gay, Buddhist.
I wish to open the eyes of the world to be culture and colour blind.
We are all human.
To keep the mind sterile
Away from influences that are not their own.
Damn them instead of damning others.

Passion of Beauty

To see beauty in all things.
Images of worlds created from words or artistry.
In the stars,
The amazement of complexity
To be worthless and necessary simultaneously
From the oceans,
To feel connected to the eternity of earth,
A tug-of-war game played
With an invisible rope that celestial bodies grip tightly.

Passion of Friends

My friends who think above the general population
And fear the consequences of their mind.
Who watch everyday as people continue mundane existence
Without realizing.
While my friends watch lives pass in slow motion
And realize they know things now
That those who pass will never learn.

Passion of Feeling.

Over-whelming feelings which brings a pause in time.
The sweep of a chill wind
The crash of thunder rolling with omnipotence on dark clouds.
Viewing dust that floats before eyes
Knowing the next inhale contains the world.

Or a thought....
A thought that may never be realized.
Nonetheless a smile creeps on the face as a sunrise
Time begins with the next step into the "big bad world".
That can only be changed with passion.

09/03/2005