Dear Lost in Liberia

Dear Lost in Liberia,

I am sorry to hear you have lost your father at the hands of what appears to be a brutal crisis in your country. The loss of a parent is a difficult life event in which it is important to gain new perspective and acceptance. There are many stages such as anger, denial and of course acceptance.

There is a very unique aspect to your situation, which I feel I must address as ignoring the issue would be much like ignoring an elephant doing aerobics with Richard Simmons in my kitchen (especially since I live in a bachelor apartment). The word on the street is “financial company” is slang for offshore saving accounts. I have a sneaking suspicion that embezzlement may be involved in your father’s death. I know this may shock you and be quite difficult to grasp. Take a deep breath and get through the denial that has shaped the last few years, move past the anger that travels through your veins and accept this situation.

I would now like to bestow to you the most important advice of all which is as follows: Emailing strangers with proposals to pose as your spouse while attempting to embezzle money overseas in excess of 10.8 million dollars which may or may not still be deposited in an offshore account is a crime. I guess that’s not really advice. Well, I’ll just let you mull that one over for a bit and I’m sorry about your father.

Sincerely,

Poetic Pat

First installment of Dear Poetic Pat

Today marks the first installment of my advice column entitled Dear Poetic Pat. I have edited certain portions of this email I received for privacy purposes.

Hello Poetic Pat,

I am writing this letter with due respect and heart full of tears since we have not known or met ourselves previously I am asking for your assistance after I have gone through a profile that speaks good of you. I will be so glad if you can allow me and lead me to the right channel towards your assistance to my situation now. I will make my proposal well known if I am given the opportunity. I am a 25 years old lady from Liberia. My father is now dead. He died some years back during the last and current crisis in my country.

He was one of the high officers in the leadership formal president who is now in prison after many innocent souls were killed. My father was unlucky to be among those that were killed by the rebels. The main reason why I am contacting you now is to seek your assistance in the area of my future investment and also for a help over the money in my possession, it is (USD 10.8 Million) deposited in a security and financial company some years ago by my father which I am the next of kin. I am now asking you to stand on my behalf to make this claim, to stand as my partner oversea ,
As I have mention earlier I will make the procedure to this issue to be well known to you, if I am given the opportunity to do so.

Sincerely,
Lost in Liberia

A struggler's ramble

I want to write a piece of work that somehow has meaning, which will enable me to have a sense of purpose. I am always over thinking the steps that merely mimic the strut of a confident man. The insecurities of every day life leave us wanting more. Instead I find myself seeking to be entertained and lacking a true feeling of accomplishment. The laziness that triumphs over awakening is often overpowering. I realize there is nothing I love more than writing and yet I type so few words. I contemplate the greatest American novel and yet I am just a Canadian boy. It’s not about writing to please everyone who comes across a piece of my poetry or prose. It’s about having someone read a series of unpretentious words and understanding the vulnerable state of mind that is a poet. I need to be accepted but I am scared of being judged unfavorably. I have lived my life in a constant state of fear just like the majority of you. The problem is that you might not even know it yet. You think that because you are God’s gift to women or some type of business Guru that you are better than me. You think that every time a building crumbles all that matters is that property is up for sale. You don’t care about who was inside unless it was yourself. Until you become the victim you will always be the attacker. I pity you for that reason. Fear is what drives you more than you will ever admit because you are so used to winning. It’s hard to lose isn’t it? It’s a reality that everyone must be faced with sooner or later. Sometimes you get so used to winning that you forget what you’re playing for. When you are tired of losing that is never the case. There’s nothing left to lose and that one victory will outweigh each of yours because I know what I’m fighting for.

It's a Shame

It’s a shame that such a beautiful day could start off the way it did today
Time is never on your side when you try to cheat the subway capsule
I am powerless mortal in an underground world of transportation
The cards are played like a game of poker against a card counter.

So I will sit and enjoy the glimpse of sunlight that peers into the train
With an ultimate understanding that with every delay I inch closer to doom
Meanwhile, I’ll take the time to day dream on my way to Alcatraz
Contemplating ways to woo the princess on the other side of the moat

I begin to think about the teachings of a Buddhist I’ve been listening to
And slip into a calm, controlled state that persists for a few stops
Only to return to the reality that awakens me at Downsview station
And the nagging voices inside of me acknowledging I am late.

Aren't we all

I feel like a robot as I go through the motions of answering the same questions at the same average pace
Meanwhile, there are people on the internet getting paid to voice their opinions on a regular basis
The only thing I fear in life is not death but rather it is to never utilize my abilities
As only then will I be defeated despite all other failures life brings.

It is time for a change for the better of self and community surrounding me
The pornographic minds of the present are far too flooded to care if the dam breaks
We are not robots which is why we shut off our minds to perform machinist tasks
Despite the knowledge that sooner or later the need for our presence will be obsolete.

I am the damage control Guru of my own home
Unfortunately, I live alone.
I’ve learned how to cope with tragedy through unconventional thinking
I understand there is always a way to persevere but how?

I have sat in the background for far too long while companies remain volatile
The insurance of a desk job is overrated in a society that kills off their weak
While the strong peasants eventually break their backs without compensation
This is a time for the future to be in the hands of the present decisive at heart.

Welcome to my blog

Hello and welcome everyone to my first blog entry. I will be posting blogs with a variety of different themes. I will be addressing various life themes and opinions I have developed over my time on this Earth. I will also post from time to time some of my poetry. I will also open my blog as an advice column which I will refer to as Dear Poetic Pat. Feel free to send me an email regarding any issue and I will gladly respond.

Thank you,

Poetic Pat