The men among men

I hope to drink one day
With men who speak the truth
Whose face is not veiled in any way
Who are immune to their to their hatred and rebukes

We were spineless creatures then. So we are, even now
For is it not of the spineless to shrink..
Into shadows, when opposed? Sweat trickling down their browThen to say not, what they think?

But there are men among men, on the other hand..
Striking valiantly at the heart of deceit
And when, for the just cause, they take a stand..
"The men are here!", say their foes, and beat a hasty retreat

Their eyes are proud and seeing
Their actions, kind and just
Their language has truth and meaning
They are the ones who we ought to trust

These are not lofty words! They do exist, such men..
And they are gathering as we speak..
Enemies of truth and reason, beware then
A world devoid of your treachery is what they seek.

Richard Dawkins and James Randi

Is it just me or..

When I see the world now,
I see a lot of gray,
There is no black or white.

"I can see a lot of mellow."
is what I will say,
"And no one is absolutely wrong or.. right."

The conflicts are still there..
So are night and day
Its just that things have changed a bit

I can see things more clearly
Or so, I like to say
And obviously, my clothes don't fit..

But there is more to these changes,
Somehow, things aren't anymore wonderful to me
And the world is smaller it seems

I am told of ulterior motives and that even the free aren't exactly free,
A lot of conspiracy theories and countless evil schemes

Don't get me wrong!
I love this world, I do..
But of late, it has gotten so mundane..

We don't have much good music
And good movies are so few!
Finding quality stuff is such a pain!

The few years that I have been here..
The world has changed for sure..
Every now and then there has been a trend setter..

But don't take my word for it! Go check out yourself!
For I have changed too..
And not always for the better..

Darkness, my love

She peers at me through the glass..
She keeps me from the world. She is rightly hated.
But as the end of night comes to pass
A lavender twilight awaits, which darkness has created.. for me
I don't notice. I slumber through the morning breeze.
She runs to her shadows, afraid to wake me and invite my ire
She knows not that my reverie will rudely cease
As the sun slowly moves higher
Soon there is light everywhere, but darkness lingers on
Hoping to catch me smiling as I move under the shade
Darkness, like a doting lover waits, though the day is long drawn
For its from this waiting and hating that love stories are made