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.