Earth Hour 2011

How could it escape my mind?

Earth Hour,

When all hope is lost,

and all seems black

I light a candle,

a candle for you and for me

May this little dim light

be enough to guide you

through this journey life

I too my friend am lost

I too my friend am afraid

I too my friend feel weak

but I have faith,

I have hope,

hope in this light that shines in my heart,

it may be dim

it may be small

but it shines on

Why should we fear when a simple flower have so much faith in day?

Wars, natural disaster, the madness of this faced paced world...

engulfed in technology,

forgetting beauty,

forgetting speech,

forgetting what it really means to be alive,

we are lost in this crazy world,

A soul, and faith,

A candle for you,

A candle for me,

A candle for us,

One soul, one race, one being,

Help me find reason,

help me be strong,

to forever believe in this light that shines within my soul,

I offer myself, my nothing to you

I raise my candle, my light to the heavens above,

and tears flow freely from deep within,

I remember in fellow man,

I with you, during this hour I raise my light,

to hope, to love, and to life,

to beauty and truth,

Although I my presence is not physical,

I am present as spirit and mind,

We are all the same, made of the same thing,

I can feel you with me,

I know you are there,

Let us stop, and allow ourselves to feel, to let life flow through,

through our hearts, through our spirit

And so i hold this candle,

I hold this light,

and think of you...

To love, to life, to beauty and truth...

to you and me, and to the world

Date: 26th March, 2011 - Earth Hour

Inspired by: Earth Hour 2011 - Official Video

Hyperlink: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=4Mxjbip6y04

People

People

People, people of the world. Your voices fly over this virtual space. From different corners of the globe you come together and unite to create this beautiful piece of music, this masterpiece which crosses across this virtual universe. A universe created by man. Virtual yet Real.

Id-damdim, bhal daqqa ta' martel fuq wara ta' rasek. It-twezieq, bhal xi hadd iqatta l-karti ma widnejk. Il-glied bhal xita ta' gebel fuq mohhok.

The resound, like being hit with a hammer at the back of the head. The screams, like someone tearing papers by your ear. The fighting, like rain of stone on your mind.

L-istonku jafas, jiprova jimbotta dan id-dmugh mistur il-barra...

My stomach presses harder, trying to push out these hidden tears...

Date: 18th June, 2010

Inspired by: "Lux Aurumque - Eric Whitacre's Virtual Choir"

Hyperlink: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=D7o7BrlbaDs

I looked at you and you looked at me...

This was originally written in Maltese. Unfortunately I have lost the original copy and I only have the English version which you can find below.

I looked at you and you looked at me...

"I looked at you and you looked at me,

white shirt and cream pants, so light and summery,

I have known your face for years and so your name,

I am curious about who you are, about what you are and what you do,

In a curious place our eyes met,

I walked past you with an air of tease,

like a little child, who wants to be a man,

yet his heart is still soft and innocent,

Oh foolishness of youth,

like the song of a little girl that is capable of bringing a smile to any old man's face who has tasted the bitterness of life,

Two young men, lost fighting battles within, dancing to the beat of life,

somewhere in a dream we met and we got lost in the kiss of two lovers in platonic love,

Oh foolishness of youth..."

Date: 5th June, 2011

A Soul...

A Soul...

"A Soul, a soul,

which seeks, which seeks,

so close, so near,

yet so distant, so afar...

questions...

all is darkness, all is light"

A Broken Puppet

A Broken Puppet

A broken puppet, struggling to perform his dance on this worn out stage life, amidst this frenzy of laughter, clowns, drunks and fools. Blending in well for they are blind and cannot see the tears on this puppet's face. With his weak voice he calls out to the crowd and utters: "see me here struggling, struggling to perform. Can you not see I am broken? Can you not hear my cry?"

Fools...

You do not care if the puppet is broken. All that matters is that he performs his dance... for your amusement, so as not to recall that you are broken too. Can you not see that we are puppets on strings? We move in accord to expectation, in accord to impulse. Why should we burden ourselves with question? We fall in love with ideas, false images of perfection, of the ideal.

I too am puppet, I too am tired of performing.

I continue to push myself. I continue to try. Nonetheless I know the truth. The mask I wear is broken, the tears on the rims of my eyes are visible. I am just about ready to give in and to let myself hang on these puppet strings, to let the tears smudge my performer's face. I am just about ready to let the audience throw rotten tomato and egg to my face.

For how long will they shame me? They will soon bore and move on to the next victim, the next in line to fall and let himself hang on those god forsaken puppet strings.

Another soldier, another dreamer down.

Oh how I wish that the spot light leaves my worn out stage to darkness. There, in solitude I can be free. Free from the circus, society. On those planks of worn out wood I will fall to my knees and let all the sorrow pour from my heart. I would lay and fall to sleep to wake up to foggy day in a forgotten field. I would wake up a new man, fresh and liberated from the chains of that machine, cruel and harsh, society. I would be human, not puppet, not performer. I would stand strong, my face flawless and a faint smile on the corner of my mouth would be enough for one to understand that this man's spirit is free. The cold morning air would fill my lungs and my bare chest will rise to that day, to life and freedom. Night would only be a memory, no longer a reality. A memoir that I would leave behind, with that stage that was once my life as I disappear into ligh and fog, underneath a tree shed of leaves.

A free human being.

Alive

Date: Wednesday, 30th March, 2011

Inspired by: "Making Up Minds - Eluvium"

Hyperlink: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Kmd5bBhZYWk