Purple Haze ~ A Psychedelic Poem.

Purple haze, it blows my mind

While I try to kiss the sky

Between light and darkness

In the maze of my mind

I can't run, I can't hide

Between heaven and hell

I shriek up to the sky

Purple haze, it clouds my path

I come out of the maze 

Out into the sun that is ablaze

Purple haze, it blows my mind

I fly on my dream glider to the chase the sky

The purple haze comes running after me

Comic dancers, rainbow dancers

Beckon me into the sky

I fly across the gleaming sky

On my dream glider, across the sky

Dream chaser, that is I

Merry rainbow dancers, cosmic dancers

Follow in my path

Purple haze, it blows my mind

As I hurtle across the sky

Like a Lonely Tree in the Night ~ A Poem.

 

The night is a canvas of dark like a silent shroud

Stars are generously scattered like dust across the sky

Like an unwanted soul the tree stands

Proud and strong the tree stands all alone

In the distance its fellow trees watch the one who is alone

The purple hue surrounds it like a mystical glow

The moon shines like a distant friend

Seated in its majestic throne

The stars its courtiers join its abode

The comet streaks across the moonlight starry night

Tinging the land in an orangey glow

Speedily the comet comes and goes

A celestial traveler, a hello and goodbye

Streaks of blue temporarily follow the fast traveler

They are its heralds and companions

And then disappear with the messenger in the sky

Like a lonely tree in the night

I sit all alone in the starry night

Comets may streak across the shroud of black

Filled with shiny stars and the smiling moon

The trunk is my thought

The branches are the divergences of my thought

The leaves are the conclusions of each thought

Strong people.

Why is it said that strong people don't put others down? Why is it that they lift others up? Why is they are strong in this way?

You see, if you are strong you are ready to accept challenges and challengers. You are not afraid to face difficulties. The strong know that by their strength they can teach others and thereby learn more. By learning more they can advance themselves. 

Certainly by strong you learn more from difficulties. You learn more than your subordinates. You can't be in the same position that you are in eternally. You will have to leave someday. Then other people will take your place.

In summary, strong people are fearless and humble. They are willing to teach others and make them better than they are. Strong people can move on upwards and onwards.

Why must prices increase when supply is short?

In the study of micro economics, we are taught that when supply to of  goods is short prices of those goods increase. The question is why is there a price increase?

As I pondered about the increase in prices I couldn't find an observable and valid reason. Until I realised that the true reason is pure GREED. Since the supply is short but the demand is high, why not extort consumers into paying high prices until there is an abundant supply and prices can be lowered. In monopolistic competition where there is more than one supplier or manufacturer, the tendency to lower prices when abundant supply arrives will be that each manufacturer or supplier will be compelled to lower prices because their rivals will lower their prices to sell more of their products.

The supply of goods can face shortfalls in supply to many reasons. There could be strikes which cut production. There can be trade embargoes that cause shortages of goods. Thus suppliers can hike prices to earn excessive profits from shortfalls in supply. 

In conclusion, the reason for price increases when there is a shortfall in supply is pure greed. When suppliers want to maximise profits a shortage of supply is god send to them. But this will bring misery to consumers. 

You sometimes have to be alone at night.

Do any of you like to write at night? I do actually. I find the silence of the night to be conducive for writing. It is not just the physical silence but the internal silence in the mind. There is no physical noise to disrupt my thoughts. Hence, I can keep my mind silent. Well not completely silent. The mind is never still, There are always thoughts but the silence allows you to think properly. 

When I am writing at night and I am online simultaneously, I feel connected to the world. it is also allows me to conduct research and check my spelling, grammar, aid my paraphrasing and look for synonyms, etc. My imagination grows like a tree at night. The trunk is the thought, the main branches are the ideas that sprout from it and the leaves are the product of the process of writing. 

Writing is a process that ends up with a product. It begins with brainstorming for ideas, then writing the drafts, error checking, fact checking and looking up for more ideas. It involves listing any pros and cons, how to make something better and thinking critically and getting creative with the language. One must twist and turn with the language and finally proof reading the final product. So, we begin as a process and end up with a product.

Ideas can come to the mind like a brilliant comet streaking through the network of your brain cells and you capture it, nurture it and use it. Ideas usually come from your extensive reading. But sometimes it is out of an epiphany but the words you use to constitute to the writing comes from reading because you must know what words to use and ideas behind the writing content. If you meditate to the universe and converse with it, you will get responses from it. The universe cooperates with you, inspires you, calms you and empowers you. You can benefit from its help.

If you look at product writing, it is merely copying an example and writing emulating what has already been written. There is no process where you can learn, make mistakes you can learn from (mistakes are great teachers) and the joy of producing a genuine product. If you are going to emulate someone's writing, you can just use it as an example and then emulate them so that you get used to writing. But then you must explore different writing styles and transition to process writing. I should think that product writing is for beginners. 

In conclusion, writing at night can be conducive. The silence and lack of disturbance allows you write easily. The universe will be your friend. You must write as a process and not as a product.

Being a Blogger.

This is not like my other posts on Blogger. Those other posts are essays in thinking skills and poems. These are my thoughts in becoming a blogger. Why do I want to blog? What are the benefits? Does it bring me satisfaction? What inspires me to do so?

I want to blog because I can teach writing skills, especially academic writing skills, for a living. The more one writes the better one becomes at writing. Writing is a skill that one is not born with, unless in your previous life you were a writer and those thoughts and impressions are imprinted in you. You become a writer by practicing writing, learning the various styles of writing and practice grammar. You also have to read lots. When you read extensively you will have ideas to write. I also want to express myself through my poems and writings. Reading extensively is important because you can see the different usages of vocabulary and how to express ideas. Writing helps to lay the foundations of thinking critically and creatively. Bonus points really. I can then teach and train people in critical and creative thinking. At time I wanted to say that I want to write because I am lousy writer. But that is being hard on myself. When you love yourself you are kind to yourself in a subtle way, You realize what are your talents, what you lack, what you can learn, what you can avoid and what you must shed. Then you go on a journey of self-discovery and learning. 

I think that the benefits of blogging for me are firstly, it allows me to vent my feelings, especially in my poems. It makes me better at writing as I have already mentioned above -  no need for repetition. Secondly, it brings me the satisfaction when my writings are read by people the world over. I glean through the graphs under stats on blogger to see how many people from all over the world who are reading what I write. I feel that I am a part of a community. I am not alone like a lonely tree under the stars with the lights of inspiration benignly beaming on me. Comforting me. Inspiring me. Goading me. Screaming at me.

Indeed, writing does bring me tremendous satisfaction for all the above reasons. I am a part of something global and I am helping people in some subtle way.

The inspiration to write stems from wanting to express myself. To voice out my feelings to the world. To teach, inspire, motivate and remind people of the important things in life. Life today is precarious and hard for many. Exams are tough on students, salaries get cut, new technology comes and there is change for the better or worse and so I want to help people. Whenever I get comments, no matter if they are positive or the converse, I find inspiration in them. I think of myself as a lonely tree in the night. My thoughts are the branches and the leaves are the expressions of my thoughts. (Look at the picture).

In summary, I love to blog because it enables me to improve my writing skills which I can use to teach writing. It allows me to express my thoughts and feelings. It gives me the satisfaction of getting people from all around the world to come to read my writings and simply enjoy writing something. So, these are my thoughts. Please comment.

The Mysterious Corridor ~ A Poem.

  

The mysterious corridor leads to a chamber

Strangely lit over a mysterious object

Seated on a pedestal 

Floors light on both sides

With candles lit in lamps

Strange carvings on the walls

Incomprehensible meanings, the carvings

Lamps aglow from the ceiling

No matter how bright the candles

Yet dark unfathomable gloomy

The aura of the corridor is scary

Yet it invites exploration

Like a siren, it beckons

It beckons to see what is on the pedestal

Seated like a lord with stairs leading to it

Come, come hither brave visitor

It seems to hail

Hearty brave visitor come hither

Dare you enter such a corridor I ask