Sleuth
Conundrum
Slashed
Pulse
Exposed
Undercover
Searched
Buried secret
Beneath
Sleuth
Unique alias
Emerged
Puzzle
Solved
Conclusion
Written by JerSki BjorkSen
Wednesday, January 31, 2007
Tuesday, January 30, 2007
Don't Pray For Me
Don’t Pray For Me
News tumbled
Heart crashed
Accident was hard to forbid
It happened after all had been forsaken
Don’t pray for me
Because my spirit doesn’t cease
Flesh will perish
Rose might be sere
My fire shall never be extinct
Don’t weep
A new life is ahead of me
Road might vanish
Vision can be blurry
My soul is from a celestial pedigree
If you truly see
The world is actually free
So don’t cry
I am just on another journey
Without earthly veneer
News tumbled
Heart crashed
Accident was hard to forbid
It happened after all had been forsaken
Don’t pray for me
Because my spirit doesn’t cease
Flesh will perish
Rose might be sere
My fire shall never be extinct
Don’t weep
A new life is ahead of me
Road might vanish
Vision can be blurry
My soul is from a celestial pedigree
If you truly see
The world is actually free
So don’t cry
I am just on another journey
Without earthly veneer
Written by JerSki BjorkSen
Wednesday, January 24, 2007
Release
Since I got the new intense class, I have to teach in the afternoon every day. I wish I didn’t have to do this so I could read some more of neuroscience. There was a study concerning altruistic brain recently. The research was conducted by Duke University. My immediate response was: what makes people different in this specific area if the study’s finding is sustained? Could people really become real altruistic if this area were stimulated at the early stage of cerebral development? What about the role of cognitive perception and religious beliefs? Of course there is always the environmental impact involved in the course of cerebral maturity…
Someone asked me whether I was preparing for medical school. Well, not exactly. I just answered it was a personal interest that I read books about neurology and neuroscience. My focus is based on the linguistic characteristics associated with brain and multi-lingual mind. These things just mesmerize me tremendously. I would give up my life for any major breakthroughs in this regard, I swear!
Eventually I got a spare moment to write again. What a release! I really need this to put all the trivial matters behind my mind and enjoy a bit of solitude and self-reflection. I should read some Norwegian before I hit the sack tonight…
Someone asked me whether I was preparing for medical school. Well, not exactly. I just answered it was a personal interest that I read books about neurology and neuroscience. My focus is based on the linguistic characteristics associated with brain and multi-lingual mind. These things just mesmerize me tremendously. I would give up my life for any major breakthroughs in this regard, I swear!
Eventually I got a spare moment to write again. What a release! I really need this to put all the trivial matters behind my mind and enjoy a bit of solitude and self-reflection. I should read some Norwegian before I hit the sack tonight…
Thursday, January 18, 2007
Morbid Indulgence
Inclement weather is something that makes people depressed, especially in a gloomy city. I pulled up my overcoat collar, hoping to retain a little more of my body heat to stay warm. Unfortunately, the icy-cold rain sucked up all of the warmth, including the one hidden in my soul.
Final countdown toward the next destination seems so natural currently; and I wish time could go slowly so I was able to write down a few more thoughts in my journal. Is it really against ethics applying electrodes to manipulate brain so as to enhance one’s language acquisition? Although we do not know the long-term effect of stimulating neurons to achieve certain tasks, people should have right to choose whether they would like to undergo such a “treatment”. I guess there is still a long way to wade through if mankind wants to embrace breakthroughs in a purely benevolent and altruistic objective.
Insomnia has recently inflicted me, which I think is something lurking in sub-consciousness. This morning I woke up with a vivid post-image of a dream, showing R and I were in a car. The conversation was in French, which stunned me a bit because I haven’t had dreams in French for a long while. All I recall was R was a special soul to me; it was like I had a son from the pre-existence…
Green Day’s music ran rapidly like a bunch of ants trying to escape from a heating pot. I cast a glance over my shoulder and realized it’s time to go teach. Damn, I felt trapped and languished. I thought perhaps my time was running out on this island. In fact, it is truth. I keep telling myself every day.
Dreadful as it is in winter, man can’t find his way out in a cul-de-sac. Why? Can’t we do something drastically different? Blow off the wall, cut down the trees, or simply climb over the fence. There must be some way, right? Okay, screw the morbid indulgence chez WS! I am not going to participate in the stupid game again for I’ve found what I want for life. Faces I won’t miss at all, talks I won’t recall at all, and friendship? It never exists in a place filled with filthy mind and lust.
Final countdown toward the next destination seems so natural currently; and I wish time could go slowly so I was able to write down a few more thoughts in my journal. Is it really against ethics applying electrodes to manipulate brain so as to enhance one’s language acquisition? Although we do not know the long-term effect of stimulating neurons to achieve certain tasks, people should have right to choose whether they would like to undergo such a “treatment”. I guess there is still a long way to wade through if mankind wants to embrace breakthroughs in a purely benevolent and altruistic objective.
Insomnia has recently inflicted me, which I think is something lurking in sub-consciousness. This morning I woke up with a vivid post-image of a dream, showing R and I were in a car. The conversation was in French, which stunned me a bit because I haven’t had dreams in French for a long while. All I recall was R was a special soul to me; it was like I had a son from the pre-existence…
Green Day’s music ran rapidly like a bunch of ants trying to escape from a heating pot. I cast a glance over my shoulder and realized it’s time to go teach. Damn, I felt trapped and languished. I thought perhaps my time was running out on this island. In fact, it is truth. I keep telling myself every day.
Dreadful as it is in winter, man can’t find his way out in a cul-de-sac. Why? Can’t we do something drastically different? Blow off the wall, cut down the trees, or simply climb over the fence. There must be some way, right? Okay, screw the morbid indulgence chez WS! I am not going to participate in the stupid game again for I’ve found what I want for life. Faces I won’t miss at all, talks I won’t recall at all, and friendship? It never exists in a place filled with filthy mind and lust.
Tuesday, January 16, 2007
It's always you
It’s always you
It’s always you
Telling something relatively new
Hard to comprehend
Delicate to feel
Yet man likes to abuse
Alcohol nicotine and dopamine
Not every one is beneficial
It’s always you
Running like ions in various hues
How much longer can we use
Knowledge memory and breathtaking views
Within the course of life
Which shall quickly be due…
It’s always you
Telling something relatively new
Hard to comprehend
Delicate to feel
Yet man likes to abuse
Alcohol nicotine and dopamine
Not every one is beneficial
It’s always you
Running like ions in various hues
How much longer can we use
Knowledge memory and breathtaking views
Within the course of life
Which shall quickly be due…
Written by JerSki BjorkSen
Friday, January 12, 2007
Toy in Corduroy
Toy in Corduroy
Incense of summer lies
Under a casket of mahogany
Crickets in white combine
A sad melody from sulfur fire
Play house poker cards
And the old man’s crippled swine
Unveil asymmetrical rhythms
For a chaotic night
Doodling rummaging
And scratching
The little boy still couldn’t
Draw his favorite toy in corduroy
Given by
Some stranger lost in green tides…
Incense of summer lies
Under a casket of mahogany
Crickets in white combine
A sad melody from sulfur fire
Play house poker cards
And the old man’s crippled swine
Unveil asymmetrical rhythms
For a chaotic night
Doodling rummaging
And scratching
The little boy still couldn’t
Draw his favorite toy in corduroy
Given by
Some stranger lost in green tides…
Written by Jerski Bjorksen
Wednesday, January 10, 2007
Innovation
Every time I read stories about someone devoted his or her life in a foreign country, serving others and fulfilling the meaning of being humans, my heart just tremors. I admire tremendously those who can munificently donate whatever they have, be wealth, time or talent, to reach out to the needed.
I believe many have learned that Winfrey Oprah established a school for poor children in South Africa; and the academy has recruited its first 152 girl students. I was browsing Newsweek the other day and came across a report of this event. Although the article did not tell the story in depth but I was very touched by how kind-hearted Miss Oprah is. Ironically, there is an opposite voice raised in the United States towards this charitable act. Some people questioned why Miss Oprah did not build up a school in the US. Her reply impressed me. She said children in the States only wanted i-Pods or sneakers but Africans kids desired uniforms to go to school.
I guess one can see all sorts of reaction in a single episode. If doing philanthropic things still need to face unjustified criticism, I do not know how human beings can really progress. How much good deed do we do everyday? Sometimes it’s very difficult to be oneself; then why should one care so much? After all, the meaning of one’s life should be defined by oneself not others. All I can say about Miss Oprah is that she is an amazing woman and she has done something many of us, the ordinary people, can’t accomplish in a life time.
There will always be myriads of issues before our world reaches its perfection. Or perhaps this day will never arrive if we do not learn our lessons from history and move forward with innovative ideas. Innovation, I mean not only in the regard of technology but also humanity, spirituality, and intellectuality!
I believe many have learned that Winfrey Oprah established a school for poor children in South Africa; and the academy has recruited its first 152 girl students. I was browsing Newsweek the other day and came across a report of this event. Although the article did not tell the story in depth but I was very touched by how kind-hearted Miss Oprah is. Ironically, there is an opposite voice raised in the United States towards this charitable act. Some people questioned why Miss Oprah did not build up a school in the US. Her reply impressed me. She said children in the States only wanted i-Pods or sneakers but Africans kids desired uniforms to go to school.
I guess one can see all sorts of reaction in a single episode. If doing philanthropic things still need to face unjustified criticism, I do not know how human beings can really progress. How much good deed do we do everyday? Sometimes it’s very difficult to be oneself; then why should one care so much? After all, the meaning of one’s life should be defined by oneself not others. All I can say about Miss Oprah is that she is an amazing woman and she has done something many of us, the ordinary people, can’t accomplish in a life time.
There will always be myriads of issues before our world reaches its perfection. Or perhaps this day will never arrive if we do not learn our lessons from history and move forward with innovative ideas. Innovation, I mean not only in the regard of technology but also humanity, spirituality, and intellectuality!
Tuesday, January 09, 2007
Nest
Change of freezing air
Brushes cords of a beige lute
At a lethargic pace
Shouting of inner voice
Slashes layers of silver grass
In a city notoriously gray
Pedestrians’ path lacks
Vitality
My view of your presence
Is never grand
Why does rain seem so ruddy
Rainbow turns into colorless straps
Where can man locate a nest
Without storm and pain
Guess
Find
And what else is left
Written by Jerski Bjorksen
Brushes cords of a beige lute
At a lethargic pace
Shouting of inner voice
Slashes layers of silver grass
In a city notoriously gray
Pedestrians’ path lacks
Vitality
My view of your presence
Is never grand
Why does rain seem so ruddy
Rainbow turns into colorless straps
Where can man locate a nest
Without storm and pain
Guess
Find
And what else is left
Written by Jerski Bjorksen
Monday, January 08, 2007
Impeccable Grace
Impeccable Grace
There is a little star in my head
Sometimes blue sometimes red
Cold dews drop from sunflowers
Into a heating cave
Your face never says
Anything but impeccable grace
Old bamboo trays lay
Under a golden lamp
With new images day after day
Knitted was a road map
By calloused hands
Never redundant was praise
At the end of each success
There is a small scar on my back
Sometimes dry sometimes wet
Warm rain falls down the creeks
For another indigenous dance
My heart almost breaks
Every time I hear someone pray…
There is a little star in my head
Sometimes blue sometimes red
Cold dews drop from sunflowers
Into a heating cave
Your face never says
Anything but impeccable grace
Old bamboo trays lay
Under a golden lamp
With new images day after day
Knitted was a road map
By calloused hands
Never redundant was praise
At the end of each success
There is a small scar on my back
Sometimes dry sometimes wet
Warm rain falls down the creeks
For another indigenous dance
My heart almost breaks
Every time I hear someone pray…
Written by JerSki BjorkSen
Saturday, January 06, 2007
Charity
Charity
Don’t need to be like Jesus
Don’t have to emulate Confucius
A little gesture accounts for something
Significant
When can government officials understand
Poverty and illiteracy are their responsibility
Excuses not permitted really
Military expenditures must be reduced necessarily
If one thinks charity has to be huge
Then our world will evolve slowly
Certainly sharing one’s wealth isn’t easy
Because we tend to think we gain everything
Through our hard work only
So who is willing to partake of his riches
You or me?
Don’t need to be like Jesus
Don’t have to emulate Confucius
A little gesture accounts for something
Significant
When can government officials understand
Poverty and illiteracy are their responsibility
Excuses not permitted really
Military expenditures must be reduced necessarily
If one thinks charity has to be huge
Then our world will evolve slowly
Certainly sharing one’s wealth isn’t easy
Because we tend to think we gain everything
Through our hard work only
So who is willing to partake of his riches
You or me?
Written by Jerski Bjorksen
Monday, January 01, 2007
A Step Further
A step further
The first light dawned
At the beginning of 2007
Crowds of people congested
In a city full of laughs and jolly waves
A step further
I shall take off
To the final destination
A year later
Who will recall
My tenderness and faith
When maple leaves turn red again
Memories fade away in brains
I hope Margarita and Champagne
Are not erased
From the skyline of my blue head…
The first light dawned
At the beginning of 2007
Crowds of people congested
In a city full of laughs and jolly waves
A step further
I shall take off
To the final destination
A year later
Who will recall
My tenderness and faith
When maple leaves turn red again
Memories fade away in brains
I hope Margarita and Champagne
Are not erased
From the skyline of my blue head…
Written by JerSki BjorkSen
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