Medical Revolution

Medicine is changing.
Thoughts are switching once again.
It seems right, but are we closer,
Or will we never answer the question?

Our questions've always been 'how',
And that's exactly what I learned,
When I was learning from our scholars,
But now the question 'why' has returned.

And not 'why' as in 'why has God done this?'
We would never allow that back in.
It's more like 'why has god done this?'
Oh, now I get it, it's 'Evolution'!

And it's alright,
I'm sure we'll go back to 'how' once again,
Until it's realized that what needs to be realized,
Is that the answer's not a question.

Island Bed Day

There's nothing left to do now,
No excuses get me out of bed.
If not for the beautiful things around me to soak in,
I may as well be dead.

But that's the goal, to have no responsibility,
And no wants left to satisfy.
Stripping life of all obstacles is the obstacle.
It's an obstacle just to try.

It's not enough anyway. What's that they say?
That money doesn't buy happiness?
That's because one can't be happy forever,
But I'd still take the money in a second.

And it's alright,
I know you're getting tired of it all.
Just enjoy yourself on your Island Bed Day.
Then you'll have nowhere to fall.

Politics

This is the second time I'm doing this,
But I'm never giving up.
If you think that I'm being too optimistic,
I know exactly what's in my cup.

All I need to do is have faith in the world,
And the belief that there is something for me.
It can't be that I live outside of it all.
I'm much too human to believe that might be.

I think about the lives that take care of themselves,
And of all the people depending on them.
I don't mean people like leaders of countries.
They live in worlds that I'll never understand.

And it's alright,
Politics has it's place somewhere.
But even if it was in the proverbial Eden,
I would not go there.

Worth

I can't help being honest,
About the hurt that I feel,
About the number I insulted you with,
Because I don't know how to deal.

If it was love you wanted to be paid in, then I,
Would go broke trying to give you what I think you're worth.
But when you're talking money, what can I say?
I have to think of myself first.

I want to live in a country that is free,
So I can just stock up my bi-weekly paychecks,
And live like a big shot in a foreign one,
Because freedom only rocks when others don't have it.

But it's alright,
I'll get you all I can, you know that.
Because ultimately I care more about our friendship.
Again, as long as it doesn't cut into my stash.

Knight's Quest

I'm so very tired now,
But the mission is complete.
I hope that my liege isn't as harsh,
As I am on me.

My eyes are playing tricks like when I was guarding,
All night the trinkets of a great lord.
I chased the thieves halfway to their own front door,
And would have gladly fallen on their swords.

But that is how my self-doubt shows itself,
As a function of the great deeds I have done.
Except where my own hubris undermines,
Any chance at succession.

And it's alright,
This feeling will go away after a night's sleep.
Unfortunately that's not coming this fair night.
It's far too close to dawn, my daily job to keep.

First Nations

It's great to see that we now,
Have a great relationship with natives.
The old story of how we came and took their lands,
Has always made me feel real big.

And of course my language indicates my colour,
And by colour I mean state of mind.
They may as well live in another universe,
For how much they're welcomed in the country, I find.

And now they're standing up for their rights,
Not even 200 miles away from here.
That's the same amount of years that they've been fighting,
An enemy that's always waited out the years.

And it's alright,
Even though I'm distracted right now,
I'm almost inclined to join them in protest,
Though, with my job, I don't know how.

Uninspiring

The world seems so much brighter,
When the moment is taken out,
Sliced up and taken opportunity to,
Let it all hang out.

And some of them have felt like the end all and be all,
The one on top from which you can only descend.
It is still there and might be the highest peak,
But can still be saved for the end.

You want some meaning so you create a child,
From jealousy of seeing others around.
I never expected it to spur me on so.
I must use talents that have yet to be found.

And it's alright,
I'm going to give it to you straight up.
I'm just waiting for someone to come around,
To put some pennies in my cup.

Information Age

I think that there's a real danger,
With all the stuff available for one's brain.
It used be that there was not much to know,
Except what you did everyday.

Maybe it's because I can't keep nothing in my head,
That my brain does not explode with the heat,
That this constant flow of info must create.
Or is it because I don't really read?

But info's one thing and the truth is another.
Does Bush really want to use hydrogen?
Because sometimes I think people just say things,
Just for appearances.

And it's alright,
Someone once told me that you must take everything,
With a grain of salt, but with what today has to offer,
I'll probably die of dehydration.

Onyeka George Nwelue

Was it always so easy to be touched,
As it is with the way we traverse,
The world like we do with the internet?
Of course, now it's a bigger earth.

And one could not always find right next door,
A person living in the same world.
And though an alien once made fun of me for this rhyme,
We all share in the same circle.

The paths I walk are more scenic when I,
Like my mom said, follow the universe.
If I meet another person like Onyeka,
The excitement might make me burst.

And it's alright,
One only need faith even when things are bad.
Just one magical moment from the past will prove,
There are poets born in every land.

Being Canadian

I want to know what you're thinking,
Because it will have an effect on how,
I live the rest of my life.
I'm a bit insecure right now.

It's about a body part I'd rather not mention.
Let's just say a grotesque attribute is involved.
I'm worried enough about your opinion of me,
And my neurosis is too finely evolved.

That's the thing about being Canadian,
That people around the world just don't understand.
It's so hard when you're brought up in a place that is so afraid,
To step out of the crowd and proclaim something not bland.

And it's alright,
I know I don't have it that tough in the end.
I'm not pulled from my house and destroyed with silence,
Unless there's any chance I might offend.

Time Capsule

When you think of something,
Add it on to the list before,
Don't write it down because it may erase,
The overwhelming feeling of horror.

Unless you're the type to try and take things easy,
I go through that phase sometimes, too.
There's this strong delusional feeling,
That life should be joyous inside of you.

But the Leaf's are out, and tasks are starting to pile,
And people in general are really letting you down.
Raze everything that makes up your life if you can.
What's buried in rubble will eventually be found.

And it's alright,
Even if it is not found by you.
Those in the future will be happy to find it,
And to do those things you needed to do.

Hallelujah

I can’t get Hallelujah,
Out of my head.
I’m in a foreign country now.
Where was I when I got out of bed?

There are a lot of things I’d change about myself,
Like, er, my memory and understanding.
That might seem harsh, but my true indifferent self,
Provides a fairly safe landing.

I haven’t been AWOL, I’ve only been severed,
From the technology that’s so much a part of life.
It’s part of my holy trinity,
Between my bambino and my wife.

And it’s alright,
Just let it flow as if you’re meditating.
You might just hit on something that will seem right.
You could find the answer to everything.

Returning Home

I am feeling sadder,
Than I have in a long time.
I never thought that what I’ve done in the past,
Would have drawn such a different line.

It’s like nothing was like what it was before,
And I’m a different person from yesterday.
Can one thousand miles have an effect on the soul?
Because I cannot live this way.

Pulled from the roots and left lying on the ground,
The exposure’s having its way with me.
I can’t return home, so I think it is best,
That in the hot sun you just let me be.

And it’s alright,
I’ve had these self-destructive thoughts in the past,
I’m just as happy to return to my bliss,
As to let this self-preoccupation last.

Youth

I just came from Dancing Waters,
Where the ducks nest outside your door,
And youth reminds you of the worries it lacks,
And the idleness it adores.

And why should that be lost upon the attainment,
Of the responsibility of others' lives?
It still exists nestled deep within your heart.
Don't forget it when adulthood arrives.

Smash the inclination to harden your heart,
To keep abandonment from wandering out.
How do you deal with others trying to get in,
If you're that way with your most intimate self?

And it's alright,
I know the world discourages remembering.
Most strategies are based upon the public's stout,
And immensely reliable short memory.

Sore Eyes

I can hardly see now,
I guess that is my own fault.
Perhaps if I had the confidence I would,
Not have to express my love in the dark.

The times are over when a person can just,
Be as open as his heart could desire.
Such behaviour can only be a lie.
Do I have any buyers?

Let's be real, things are being done for appearances.
Do you really think all of the hoopla,
Being created by celebs over the environment, is real?
Do ya?

And it's alright,
Maybe I'm just trying to fill in the space,
So that I can deny being a liar.
Maybe I'm only worried about my own face...

Survival Training

Does it necessarily mean something,
When you dream about your boss,
And about causing the demise of your company?
Do you think that is too much?

What about yelling at the people driving,
Trying to get home after work just like you?
Or crying while you're sitting on the toilet?
And drinking yourself to sleep, too.

Of all these things I have to fess up to one,
Though any one of them I feel is too much.
People would be much more relaxed in general,
If our work was geared to survival as such.

But it's alright,
Maybe pushing a pencil will help me out in the end.
Perhaps I will be attacked by a tiny swordsman,
And a pencil's all I will have with which to defend.

Demands

I can't really talk now,
Life has demanded my time.
That's the way it goes, I guess you can't plan,
On everything always being fine.

That's what depresses many, some close to me.
Why can't one only be responsible for oneself?
But if Hume was anywhere near right,
That's a part of society's wealth.

So where's the person if he's split in two?
What side does he end up falling on?
Does he switch between living for himself and others,
Or does society leave him in oblivion?

And it's alright,
I don't have time to think of these things right now.
It's Easter and I have to visit my in-laws.
If you figure it out, please let me know how.

Time To Do Something

Can it take just one day,
To turn your life around?
I know I've seen it done many times,
But then always come back around.

It may be just belief that allows for the transition,
As well as favourable outward factors,
And of course luck has to play a part in this.
Without that, then what the hell is life for?

Relax your mind and imagine that you'll do,
All the things in life you've ever wanted to.
Without that self visualization,
The universe will never notice you.

And it's alright,
As long as you are alive, you have hope.
Ecclesiastics says that live dogs are better off than dead lions.
Hey, whatever floats your boat.

Mores

Can frustration make you crazy?
And by crazy, I mean change.
And by change, I mean for the better.
Did I lock myself in a cage?

The ties that bind have me from a million directions.
I know, because I tied them myself,
From the good advice of the world that I live in.
Against the best interest of my health.

That's right just let it out, don't hold anything back,
Once you've deflated you will have lots of room,
To allow all the frustration to build up again,
And to forget your need to change very soon.

But it's alright,
You'll be filled up again eventually,
And if it's not an ulcer that forms in your body,
It might be the power to change finally.

Stress

It must take a special person,
To be able to take so much,
Or even to want to try to take anything.
That's a realm I don't want to touch.

But what else can you do? That's how the world is.
You must care about things that don't mean anything,
To anything having to do with why,
We even find ourselves living.

I guess the trick is to do one thing at a time,
And to treat those things as opportunities,
Not as a stepping stone to success or failure,
But as a chance to experience purity.

And it's alright,
It's never too late to make something meditation.
Block all else out but the task at hand,
And turn it into a revelation.

Old Friends

It's nice to hear from people,
That you haven't heard from in a while.
It reminds you of the person that lives
As a different version of your style.

It helps to narrow down the person you are,
And remind you of the things in your past,
That remind you of who you don't want to be,
And of the person you hope will last.

The time that's skipped when you come back from the dead,
And return to where you left off,
May as well have never existed.
The bookend minutes are enough.

And it's alright,
The stuff in between is important too, I guess,
They stop a complete inward collapse,
Of all the moments that are left.

How To Get By

It's not really what people think of you,
But of what you have done.
As long as you wear a mask while you're doing it,
It can feel like fun.

Why be anxious about the interpretation?
You already know what it is.
What's that they say? "As soon as someone else sees it,
The interpretation's all his."

"It's just a stepping stone anyway", you tell yourself,
Whoring's necessary to finish.
And when you're done it'll be a funny anecdote,
To tell to your grandkids.

And it's alright,
They won't believe half of it anyway.
Like how they made cards out of Iraq's fifty-two.
"A world couldn't have run that way."

Coping

The line is very narrow,
And on either side is my demise.
Thank god I continue below it the same height,
'Cause I'd be sure to capsize.

What they say is true, you can't stop the world turning,
And with that, you can't stop the movement of your life.
It drags you along unless you can keep up.
My speed is fine, but the rest is a roll of the dice.

My philosophy is to take you as far,
As I am willing to go in my own head.
And if you don't think that you've seen it before,
I'll keep on taking you until I am dead.

And it's alright,
You don't always have to describe what you see.
Sometimes a scaffold that others can climb,
Will describe more, if they can go up to peek.

Death of a Family Member

Maybe it is the death,
That's making me so surly.
I can't think what else could be causing it.
It's not my wife's stressing out, surely.

It has to be that I will never again see,
My uncle, who I already saw rarely.
His ever-happy face that shone through, through his illness,
Made me wish I knew him when he was thirty.

I may be over-sensitive to her reactions,
When they are completely over-exaggerated.
This is the woman with whom I will be forever,
And who, to my family just commiserated.

And it's alright,
I may be saying more than I really should.
Why don't you look in the obituaries?
They'll tell you more than I ever possibly could.

Priorities

How is it that I cannot,
Step out of my own mind?
Am I really all that there is?
Would the universe be so unkind?

Of all the thoughts that take up most of my time,
I'm embarrassed to admit which are most.
Sometimes the least important guest at a party,
Turns out to be the host.

But if you fail what will become of the rest?
You know that this world is made for the one,
Who sacrifices all his natural rights,
For the chance to get a promotion.

And it's alright,
If it doesn't work out I can always do what I always do,
And that's to throw up my hands and give it all up.
Hey, Eye of the Tiger- fuck you.

Zio Ettore

I'm finding it really difficult,
This sounds like such a cliche,
To find the right words to talk about you,
In any meaningful way.

I knew you all my life but to be honest,
It's your smile that I remember the most.
Even though we really didn't speak the same language,
Your meaning was never lost.

No matter what I expressed, you seemed so happy.
You smiled through every body part.
I never felt a moment of judgment from you.
You had a truly gentle heart.

And it's alright,
Your last days weren't the easiest,
But when I saw you I still saw a strong heart.
Thank you, le zi, you will be truly missed.

Biographies

If you look at a person's life,
As a whole, after they're dead,
Every moment seems to be leading up,
To when their life comes to a head.

Though everything in reality goes against it,
Including intentions, thoughts and ways of the time.
The final outcome can be traced back to any moment,
And so, every moment was a necessary kind.

Even those moves that are bad no matter what,
Led one onto the trail to one that was good.
And if that life is an enviable one,
Everything seems to have gone as it should.

So it's alright,
Even if every move from now on just sucks,
As long as in the end I come out on top,
My life will seem filled with nothing but luck.

Regrets

In the silence of vibration,
Is where you'll find yourself,
And all those moments when you didn't perform,
Due to some self-regulating force.

Does it teach you who you are, or does it point out,
The things in life that you must avoid?
Should you not face your fears through hell and high water,
Or are they places you should avoid?

In that silence did all my fears return.
Now I must google moments out of my past.
Regret must be acknowledged for what it is,
And that is that you are defined by what you have passed.

And it's alright,
Life only offers you pictures of what it could be.
You go in that direction and you're in a car crash.
Defy your instinct and you're drowning at sea.

Having a Baby

Everyday something happens,
That changes life a little more.
Like losing one of your favorite silkies,
Or making a bambino.

But as long as our lives stay as one like they are,
That sameness will always run through.
So, even if we wake up and everything’s different,
You have me, and I have you.

And nothing changes that can completely destroy,
Who you were before it ever became,
The most important aspect of your new life.
The person experiencing it will never change.

And it’s alright,
My excitement won’t be measurable.
If we make a baby together,
The world will be that much more beautiful.

Making It

I started on the journey,
Of caring for myself.
I know it's rare for people to burst the bubble,
But when I do I'll toast to your health.

And what about the origins of everyone else?
You're either destined to be rich or poor,
And whether that is in money or love,
Why should you deserve it more?

I won't be sorry providing for my family,
That's where all our energy's supposed to go, isn't it?
That's why it's bad to live only for yourself,
Unless you're richer than a pig in shit.

And it's alright,
This is a matter of life and death, right?
And no matter who you are, you're going to die.
Unless you're rich enough to be put on ice.