Who will answer my call?

Who are we allowed to call just because?
Our friends…our mothers…lovers? Maybe not lovers
Boyfriends?
Do they have an unwritten obligation to talk to you about anything and everything you want to when you want to?

The other day I had in mind a conversation I wanted to have
Really I just wanted to talk to somebody
Tell 'em how good my God had been to me
Just say hi
Listen to their comforting voice and stuff like that

And I didn’t know who I could call
Didn’t know who might actually answer
Who might want to hear my stories
Rejoice with me

I picked up the phone a few times
Scrolled thru my contacts and their info
Couldn’t find anybody who matched the criteria
Did that mean the answer was God or me?
Or did it mean out of all the friend people I have or call myself having, they really don’t amount to much friend stuff at all?
Or was I just thinking too much?
I ended up calling two people. Neither of them answered their phones, but I hadn’t expected them to anyway.

That’s when I started typing…

words, words, words

if anybody knows shakespeare, he created a lot of tools now overly celebrated when it comes to writing and literature

so i create, especially since my new title (coined by me) is creative assistant to God....dig it, and hate if you will

ironous=ironic
overwhelmshun=highly overwhelmed

check back for updates on your new vocabulary
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i wanna be a volunteer again

since actually writing about one of those list items below is like the typo i just erased (a lost item...i'll go back though for SURE)

this will fall under BEING THANKFUL
cause we all got something to be thankful for

starting here:
-if you're reading this blog, you're alive--thank God

-if you're reading this blog, you have some control over what comes into your mind and probably aren't held captive (for too long) by bureatically controlled media sources that spew out all different (often dishonest) versions of the truth

-if you're reading this blog, you're likely not a victim of any present-day physically threatening crime against humanity

-if you're reading this blog, you're probably not a victim of torture (as it pertains to detainees from a certain war)

-if you're reading this blog you're among the 82% of literate people in the world...nice number, but what about the other 18%?

so alls i'm saying is, let's reach back and pull forward
there are a lot of ways to give back to the world we've been living in for however many years we've been blessed with
hence my pronouncement: i wanna be a volunteer again

high schoolers have community service requirements for graduation but i think it's unlikely that their hearts are always in it
i find that when we're forced to do something, we don't grow from it the way we would if it were by choice

there are all kinds of philosophical debates for and against my views there, not to mention the argument: well who cares if their heart is in it if the good is being done?
what i'd beg to ask then (obviously depending on the actual services being rendered) is: is it good if someone who doesn't want to volunteer goes in angry and ruins the day for those to whom he/she is supposed to be catering?

all theoretical...all a way for me to ramble away from the point, which is: let's live again in a world that suggests a "give and then take" lifestyle

i believe it's supposed to feel pretty good and add years to lives (on both sides)

late night muse

stuff that needs writing about
(i'm getting to it, though "getting" sounds as pitiful as trying these days)

-overworked and underprayed

-in relationships, is it more important to want your partner or to need them?

-being thankful...just because

-doing what you love, because it's a gift to love what you do

-overwhelmed by blessings

-tooting our own horns...BEEP BEEP!

-excuses really are the tools of the incompetent...or tools of incompetence (yes!)

-language used v. abused

Chicago is Dying (literally)

What is this world we have left behind?
Mother-father soil that brought us up and played us on its soil
where have all the playgrounds gone?
traffic turns deadly and gunshots twenty years old are revived all over again?

Chicago is dying underneath the weight of elevation gone bad
trains don't run no more, they stroll
slow and south
siding with imperfection

my home is stuck underneath layers of
sermons misconstrued
security measures extended
fear unmasked and mugged on a winter night

it's hot as hell and there's not much air here

(...work in progress by arinmaya)