Seasons by Rikkij

Blog Name:One Big Love
Subject: Seasons
Category: Poetry
Date: May 24, 2009

I admire those that are steady in the stream of times passage. It is so easy for some of us to know the joy of celebrations and mountains conquered only to fall into depression upon their completions and the turning of the page. I've listened to hard rock radio stations play "O Holy Night" on Christmas Day only to play Black Sabbath the next day, and I've cried at the fragility and falseness of joy based on calendars. I've walked happy, corn dog smelling fairgrounds packed with laughing children, only to pass by an empty litter filled field the next day. I'm learning to find a more genuine joy in more genuine places.

The rhythmic, the flow, the thought, the imagery, the sensation are all into one consolidating blend of ingenuity as well as your own genuine account of your own practical observations about the artificiality of life in your very own surrounding. How many people like you consider that? Thanks for providing a frank background of the sad twist of the Real World that people live today.

Subject:Death on the Horizon
Date:June 5, 2009

I’ve lived long enough now, that I’ve known my share that have passed on from this life. I find myself trying to understand those that have been given fair warning their time is close at hand.

Life .... what can I say about life besides it's a gift from God? He breathed into our nostrils soon as we were born. Then the doctor, nurse or a midwife slapped our back so we could catch the air and they let us cry, a sign for life.... We grow, we live, we endure, we persevere, we meet what we meet like accident, good luck, the President, a rich man, a queen, a pope, a pauper and who else do you know? We live with our family, our neighbours. We have friends, we make enemies or the enemies make enemies out of us. There is human nature to deal with, and cruel nature to put up with. We live alone, in a society, in a country, in a gutter, whereever... Really we cannot know what's going to happen to us whether we live healthily or we live filthily. We live piously or we live impiously. So many possibilities that equal impossibilities which sometimes outlived probabilities and improbabilities...Life...however well meaning we live by it.... the time span is not for us to calculate. Long before we are born, our expectancy is already calculated. Then we hear people say, "Live the most of it".

Ah Rikki... such an outlook, a contemplation ... just by looking at the fate of others. In them we see our own.. and it made us think, it made us think,,,, will I go next? Who knows? When? And where?

If I have my choice, I want it peacefully. No drama. Just go in peace. No trouble. No bother. No one to cry. No one to get broken-hearted. Just like one of those character in the Bible whose person just disappeared before the crowd. ...Going to the Point of No Return.... I don't know, it is two years more to go before I turn three score....and oftentimes, I am still feeling childlike. I laugh, I smile, I cry, I get depressed, I feel happy...I get angry, I get cross.... at the end of the day...I thank the Lord He still let me hold the Breath He pumped into my nostril on the day I was born... gee...what a reactant I could make myself of here. (am just catching up, am afraid,) Cheers!