Conflicted Conflict

I recently researched Mali,

Dove into websites,

Databases and overused UN info,

What I found was conflict,

Problems, unsolved,

I wondered if I could propose a solution,

I found out,

It can`t be done by one,

Now I`m calling for your ears,

Foreign aid without the strings,

If the populace cares and asks nothing in return,

Mali will rise and pay Canada back.



Each tap a whisper,

Each stroke a purpose,

Telling their story through many instruments,

The keyboard,

The pen,

That random piece of pencil stuck behind your ear,

Every tool has a strength,

A weakness that fights through each written word,

It`s all there, all done,

Every one discovered,

Every one used,

Only its mysteries are left for you.


Diction(nary) problems

Let’s skim through

Some big bound book with hundreds of words

And choose find

The one that fits in every glance

Then realize

It’s not the same on the other side

Bilingual dictionaries

Only the pain that bilinguals understand

Why is it there?

But not on the other side?

There’s supporter on one side

But no supporter on the other

It says soutenir . 

Same Old Bath Bomb

When giving becomes the same old bath bomb

Ever since last year, my close friend and I have been giving each other gifts in the same category: scented bath items. Last year’s Christmas, I got a bath bomb. Zoom forward a year, I got another bath bomb, just a different one.

Now, I didn’t get some drugstore bath bomb, I got a Lush Handmade Cosmetics bath bomb. Lush’s are the bomb. Their bath bombs are filled with colour, scents and biodegradable glitter, but above all, they do good. The bombs contain skin-loving ingredients with a few that are organic or fair-trade, and they are handmade in a Lush Kitchen close to the shop. Yes, handmade by humans.

Enough about my gift, let’s talk about her’s. I got her a bath bomb, and of course a limited edition Christmas one. That’s not too bad, is it? Well, I did give her one for her birthday back in September… Talk about lack of intuition.

I decided, rashly, to follow her hint after last year’s Christmas, and get her a “Christmas one.” Due to the fact that I was cheap and was running out of time, I made a decision to follow my terrible instincts.

Since Lush is so conveniently located, I took a spin online for many times before making a decision. Then I scoured the shops, and realized the sizes were horribly depicted in the images. Thus, I chose based on last year’s regrets and got her Shoot for the Stars. It was that or Luxury Lush Pud, which was too colourful in my opinion.

I believe if I tried harder, I could have given her a nice surprise. Though, her thankful text says otherwise.

Next year, with some thought and some time, hopefully she will not get another bath bomb, but something she actually looks forward to. Perhaps a gift that will not be gone after a bath and will last for years.

Gifts should come from understanding of the person’s personality and character, not from one sentence of regret.

For Lush’s website, click here for Canada.

Instrumental Problem

It’s there

ideas flowing from gray matter

I can feel it, pulsing-wanting to be let out

How can I? When I can barely write what I think onto paper

from mind to pen  pen to paper connections lost

I wish it otherwise, let it fly

Change pens, I have tried

Change books I have tried

Type on slow keyboards, watch as my fingers fumble

what instrument conducts the mind

better than a pen?


The Struggle

We are undeniable

Forgotten because of factors that don’t factor

Left hanging on threads that they refused to give

Escaping the country which could be sanctuary

Deleted from history

Censored by will

Closer to make-believe than real life fiction

Movies seem better than actual living

The Pursuit of Happyness is terribly true

Tears shed and worries becoming

cold rainy reality that strikes close to home