“How’s Married Life?”

 

 

Eight Twelve Eleven

Yesterday, November 12th, marked our third month of married life – but it feels like we’ve been married for longer.

We’ve heard the “How’s married life” questions many times now and I can’t help but think that a one word answer of “great, amazing, or wonderful” just doesn’t suffice. Honestly, married life for us is very similar to the year before our wedding. We were living in Ann Arbor together, paying bills, figuring out each others’ habits, and enjoying finally living in the same city together.

Married life is less of a married thing and more of a good communication thing. Being married didn’t fix anything or alter how we treated each other, but rather it solidified the connections that we had already made with each other. It also officially and legally bonded us, but the most important piece is that we have learned to understand and cherish one another.

View original post 6 more words

and the beat goes on. . .

i am about to tell you a story
of lives forgotten and an absence of glory
for i have seen the faces
of people who will never live again

and this is a mark of indelible pain
coursing forever through my viens
so i continue to tell their story and ask for help
because there is a great lacking
for solutions to write a new ending
to the story pending

because there they lie,
broken and dying
on the doorstep of humanity they are lying
waiting for someone to hear their cries
before another so needlessly dies
starving and forgotten
they know not what will become of their fate
in this terrible world of power, corruption, money and hate

on that bright sunny day
somewhere in the month of may,
i came across a drum
and that has made this vision come
as the story i am about to tell
is percussed from that drum’s resounding yell

i learned the rhythms
i learned the beats
and as i learned my sorrows increased
how can people be left to die
without a care
without emotion lost
without a helping hand
and without a hope?

this conflict is one from which we cannot fly
the beat goes on
and so many can no longer try,
to gain that basic right
in this world, that is society’s eternal fight.

and there they lie,
broken and dying
on the doorstep of humanity they are lying
waiting for someone to hear their cries
before another so needlessly dies
starving and forgotten
they know not what will become of their fate
in this terrible world of power, corruption, money and hate

power to the people
this movement flows like treacle
rise up against the institution
increased are the privileges of the western popullution
empower the oppressed and marginalized
why can we not make this effort prioritized?

progress is gained by change
and this idea alone.
this encompasses issues of a vast range
and our actions need to hone.
the beat goes on
and so many can no longer feel the pulse
the beat goes on
and so many are consumed by apathy
the beat goes on
and so many are no longer here,
this is what i fear.

stop. and hope.
when we work together we will be able to cope
joining our efforts we can change the world.
combining our passions we can shape that world.
believeing our dreams we can grow this world.
and the beat goes on
do you really care?
the beat goes on
share your story,
the beat goes on
bring your drum
and the beat goes on. . .

Alex B. Hill
written down on 28 February 2007, composed over the past year

the drunken sailor of life

What do you do with the drunken sailor who swabs the deck of the ship that’s sails will never billow, that’s mast will never quiver in the gales, that’s hull will never leave its port, what do you do with a life left to nothing and no one, left and right, up and down, down, down into the earth that ship will travel to the center of the earth, all fire and brimstone, burning in the heart of one man, a man left to his own unrestrained devices of passion, time and passion are all you need to get by in the world today, the former passes by so quickly, the later we never seem to run out, without the gauge saying you tried too hard, move on, move on float to a new port where your ropes are not forever tied down and lashed to another, another day, another time, another year of the fire unkindled, unburdened by logs weighing down on the soul caught up in a raging inferno of the still unknown, what do you do with the sailor so drunk that he cannot stop but leap into the incineratory flames, oh how the ship catches fire so quickly, so easily it burns for it has been dried out from the sea that kept it going, the love and care is all gone and the drunken sailor swabs on and on and on, desperately using the sea to replenish the ship’s shimmer and shine, it is all burned away, what do you do with the drunken sailor so early in the morning when there exists no need anymore on a ship that will never set sail and discover a new world of wonders.

Too many people wander this life in a type of drunken stupor. With vision mired by the woes of the world and the sadness of so many forgotten people, they continue about their daily routine without attempting to break away and really see what the world is about. They remain trapped in their jobs, the day to day, pay the bills, submit the project, drive through rush hour, people remain trapped in their lives. Passion passes by without any outlet, dreams float away without any actualization, minds leave us where we left off without any progress. Don’t get drunk off of the liquor of our systemized world. Embrace your dreams, your passions – life is too short to remain at the office all your life. Drop the sail of your potential and catch the winds of change! Discover the wonders that are missed in the hustle.

This is a piece of creative writing that I did during a sleepless night as a first year college student. It really holds a strong place in my train of thought today. As I try to not get lost in the day to day, of going to school and getting all my stuff done to be able to pass and get good grades, and I attempt to keep my passion fired up for helping African communities in need of basic healthcare. This is a problem that I witness all too often. People forget what the real cause is for which they are fighting.

why africa?

Africa is a land of mystery and wonder; a land of the ancient kingdoms and beginnings of civilization; of untamed, giant beasts; of fascinating peoples and cultures; a beautiful sunset in a picture; a special on the national geographic channel; of exotic and wild scenes, a battlefield of innocents; tyrants, and neo-colonizers; a vast expanse of poverty, disease, and hunger. Africa is a continent of grand beauty and awe, but also a continent of excruciating pain and strife; a land of needless death and equally of vibrant life. Some say that Africa is in a “third” world. Personally I’d like to know where the second and is located, because I know of only one world of which we are all members; an interconnected and interdependent world where we all have the ability to change a fellow global citizen’s life from across the ocean. Here is where you can learn of the celebration of the many aspects of the African continent and also learn how to take action to end the greatest agony of its people.

Africa is a discarded newspaper article in the Times of life, we read the horrors, glad to be so distant, and move on to the newest and latest fashions of the hour. We see the faces of the dead and dying, we read their sad stories and somehow the pain which they feel, and which we could also so easily be feeling, that same pain can bring us, collective society, to act on the pain that is the same and brings us no gain. Broken and dying, on the doorstep of society they are lying, waiting for someone to hear their cries before another so needlessly dies. Starving and forgotten, they know not what will come of their fate, in this our world of power, corruption, money, and hate.

Africa is where the first human beings walked, the second largest continent, home to one in ten of the world’s people, with five of the ten fastest growing economies – The west in particular has a long and shackled history with Africa, and just as its past is strongly linked so too is it’s future. The West has assisted in creating the multi-faceted crisis of the African continent. From the first Portuguese soldiers, to the CIA aiding the assassination of Lumumba and propping up of Mobutu, to turning blind to Rwanda, and now in this day and age people still ask why africa?

Stop and take a look at that discarded article. Read and become informed, feel and be moved, because there are no borders when people care. This is a world created, whether by the forces of nature or by god, with no lines drawn in the sand. A world where the only thing that holds us down or holds us back is ourselves, we are the problem, the solution, and the sustainable future for this, our world. Be sure to for stories and opportunities to take action!