Moments in Time

moments in time, thoughts are racing and pacing through my spine
like a crusting dusting rhyme.

moments in time, thoughts for peace are hovering
to awaken the human minds, the minds that are stolen by the ideologue swines.

nothing matters as the war chatters are rattling the media lines.
the right, the left, and the moderates are becoming the slimes
and desperate like in no other time.

the games are on to strip the freedom, and to empower the warring minds.
moments in time, the human greed's are colliding, and
radicalizing the young minds to fight for the ideologue swines.

nothing has changed over time.
song, dance, and the political deliveries are the covering
to make human minds:
a warring mind
an ideologue mind
a power and control seeker mind
a paranoiac mind
an ethnocentric mind, and
worse of all a xenophobic mind.

moments in time: the sad human xenophobic renderings keep on smothering the human mind.

It is an another day like the other day

my sleepy eyes are hard to open.
the morning has pierced into my room.
the night has passed in dreams into the space.
the matters of day are demanding a pace,
the hyper rites of the daily living
for the masters of the human race.

the planet earth is globalized,
commercialized,
centralized,
standardized,
monopolized,
militarized,
scandalized, and
politicized
for the corporate craze.

a new form of slavery is spreading.
it has a new name: athletes of.the spectators game.
it is not called the slavery because it pays a high pay.
nevertheless the athletes are owned, bought, traded, and sold,
it is a "refined" slavery of our time.

my mind wanders, and never remains the same.
the pounding heart oxygenate, and keeps the mind sane.
the talk shows and the media keep buzzing.
buffoonery is on the rise.
it is a civilization of our time,
full with talking points.

the twitters are twitting.
the world is squeaking, and I am trying
to make sense in a world of senseless play.
it is an another day like the other day.

Obama's "To Be Sure" is Snowed

Obama's "to be sure" is in.
Greenspan and the "free marketeer" gangs are back.
the "democracy" is in play.
the ignorance is on display.

thirty million are to be mandated for the trickle.
insurance industry is elated.
media will get insurance commercial rain
to sooth the ignoramus pain.

the "democracy" is in play.
the ignorance is on display.
global capital raj is on the move
to mine and exploit the "human resource".

"happy" days will come soon.
McCain and Lieberman will open a saloon.
Blumberg will manage the dance floor.
Obama will enter from the back door
"to be sure" it is all fun and game in a mighty roar.

Human Behaviors Are The Flash in The Air

human behaviors are the flash in the air
paced in space as they crave to rave...
masquerade to live...
to seek their primal need.......
evolution yet to take it's root in matters design
to flow in universe in sublime.

human behaviors shine through piercing eyes
seeking the unknown yet to be found.
the clouds form to bring the rain to claim the ground
only to seek the cloud and rain.
nothing matters that matters surrounding the human behavior chatter.
behaviors are sharpen in deeds, creeds, and life's melodies
to shape the matter yet get shaped by the matter.

human behaviors are the flash in the air.
particles simmer
ions dimmer the renderings of all times in time.
human behaviors rhyme in hallow space
to pace the rolling space
to move in the endless space in endless time.

human behaviors are the flash in the air,
an ionic trace.

The Just

the just is a crust and full of rust,
a mind game of the insecure living.
the dynamite, the noble prize,
a token, is full of just intrigues.

the just is defined and confined
by the power moral dictum of it's time.
brains are quashed by it's ignorant bearers.
the ignorance is perpetuated by the political, and
economic 'just' design.

the just is defined on cultures incline,
a power sublime.
the rationale, the just
the reason, the just
the gods, the just
the just has names of  many claims.

the just has become an intellectualized servitude.
the just is politicized to gain the latitude,
the politics of poltical 'just' reign.

the just is a crust and full of rust,
a mind game of insecure living......

Living is A Dream

I talk while asleep, and
dream while awake.
the minds drifts are sardonic
like no other then passing time.

the wind blows in the darkness of night
bringing the howling sound piercing the ground.
the stars are moving from the reclusive sight
to mingle with the universe in a rebound.

it is the dream that keeps the brains alive.
the minds are occupied in chatters,
twitters, and technocratic panorama,
a lonesome living drama.

presumptuous patronizing surrounds
the humanities, a genomes deadening disease.
brain sparkles to lift itself to rise like the mountain's peak and
the ocean's roaring grace to embrace the living away from
the mind's sardonic drifts.

it is all a dream..............   

The Life

it was quiet
it was calm
it was serene
the snow was falling, and
filling the ravine.

I sat and watched
the matters romance
as the flakes kissed the
trees and the ground.

the wind was blowing
my mind was racing and pacing
in the wilderness of planet's cashing
it was a moment
I did not know what is to write
the calm
the quiet, and
the serene warped my feelings, so I thought.

I wanted to hear the chatter
the soap
to break the silence
then the mind found what matters:
a love of life into the horizon
passed the chatter
into the arms of a loving embrace
to dream......
it is a dream that matters.
no, says the heart to dream
heart desires the real not the dream.

dream is an illusive matter that
evades the real matter
the matters of life
the matters of breathing, loving, talking life.

a real life is what heart desire
not a pontificated life
not an opinionated life
not an ideologue life
not a waring life
not a flowery life
not a lexicographic life
not a choreographic life
not a controlling life
not a subjugating life.
a real life is what the heart desire.

a real life
a feeling life
a loving life
an embracing life.........

I stood, and felt light
simmering breeze passed me by
the alarm awakened my sleeping mind, and I raced
into the living life.

A Good Question

last night I slept for all those eight hours, and
now I am awake.

in dream (what I remember now) I saw the ocean with
no obstacles in between...........
the people had decided not let the
high rises build to obstruct the view, and
the city planners had agreed to heed.

it is a dreaming drama,
a drama of my empowerment, and
wishful desires and thinking!!!

in dream, near the ocean, I saw a women
who had joined me to see the ocean view.
now I am awake, and I know
that she has been gone from this world a long time ago.
it is a dream.

dreaming world's matters are
mysterious, and
full of disconnects in between.
the brain is free to roam in dream, and
it does..........

so, what is this all about?
is it about the living,
the life,
the love,
the sleep,
the dream,
the empowerment, and
the awakening?
if it is, then why do we call it a dream?

now I am typing what happened while I was asleep:
I am awake and breathing well,
feeling relaxed,
just had a glass of water.
body has no major aches and pains
that can not be stretched out with some simple stretch.
so, what is the problem?

a good question................

Mind Wanders.....

human minds and the universe chimes
are circling, wandering, racing, debasing, and
changing in every moving incline.

the moving dimensional arches of universe bark
are chaotic charts, and
so are the human minds
shaking, wobbling, in wondrous space
making nothing of everything in nothing
that stays the same.

mind's desire to find a stable state
is a mirage and a camouflage in space,
a delusional mind's streak.

mind's hallucinations are many:
the romance, the dance, and
the songs are the calls of the universe
to pace as we burst into space
to glance the transparent starry race
never to fade, mind's desire.

my legs cramped while mind was in space
the electrolyte buzzed to show what is at stake
I must heed the body to be in space.
mind wonders, and wanders ..........

In Sadness And Sorrow Mind Wanders

lives are usurped everyday
by waring clowns
in the name of high moral grounds.

the planet resources are depleted
by financial insatiated needs, and
"free market" hounds.

the rest are besieged by their daily needs, and
are seeking solace in "peace and love"
making peace and love culprit in deceit.

what is left to heed for human creed?

in sadness and sorrow mind wanders.........

The Gravity of Life's Insecure Needs

life:
moves
plays
tremors
stalls
scrolls
scrubs
heeds
pleads
emotes
loves
relates
to sublimate the
primal psychological
lonesome traits
in a vast planet space.

life is racing
an unknown race in space
filled with insecure
primal genomes
to secure it's place
in a vast, and some time
desolate planet space.

to secure a place
in an unknown space
imagination sprouts, and
builds it's case.

imagination flourishes
to fill the psychological, and
biological needs
to solace the insecure living.....
food and romance bring relief
to a long struggle of
human living streak.

the needs of security,
food, and romance
become the primal commodities
for trade to seek power and control
to secure the insecure needs.

the social evolution rolled
the religious gamete roiled
the land grabs hailed
the regimes emerged
freedom traded and controlled
rest is the history of human life
on planet earth as it roiled and coiled.

there is nothing profound
in what we seek......
except the profundity of
control seekers rise, and
the mass demise of the populous
demonstrates the
gravity of life's insecure needs
are creeping in human creed.

"Civil Society" For Now It is A Human Mind's Word Game

"civil society" is
a misnomer,
the creation of a
self-congratulatory mind,
a mind fearful of it's own kind.

human mind,
a derogatory rhyme.

human mind,
a predatory slime.

human mind,
a waring mind.

human mind,
a colonial mind.

human mind,
a feudal mind.

human mind is
a falsified mind
deluged in it's
glamor, the art,
and the clamor
to cover it's
fear of the unknown.

human mind
creates,
builds, and
magnifies it's reach
to circumvent it's out of reach,
the unknown.

the "civil society" is
a glamorized self-congratulatory mind hype
to camouflage the mind's fear rites,
the human mind.

the philosophy,
the psychology,
the religious rites, and
the like are the projectiles
of human mind
playing the lexicographical
word game to cover the mind's
ego reign.

"civil society" a noble aspiration,
for now it is a human mind's
word game,
a political game,
a controlling game.

Life's Normalcy is Contrived And Defined

life's race for life to live has been
contrived in the social living
in a plan for a contrive gains
for the garbs, the grabs, and the harps.

life's power to breath free
has been diminished by the decrees
of the garbs, the grabs, and the harps.

rule of laws are promulgated
to seal the decrees of the garbs, the grabs, and
the harps.

the heart beats, and
the mind conjures to free itself
from the garb, the grabs, and the harps.

the webs of political ploys of the grabs,
the religious games of the garbs, and
the media harps of the grabs and the garbs are the norms.
the freedom is defined by the grabs, the garbs, and
the harps.

the security checks,
the credit checks,
the communion checks
are just a few controlling checks
designed by the grabs, the garbs, and the harps.

freedom is traded and confined
freedom no where to be found
the grabs, the garbs,and the harps abound
life's normalcy is contrived and defined.

life's matters have to wait
until the life enters the planetary race
to cradle the matters as matters
evolve in expanding space.......
away from the social contrived disgrace.

Living Calender

there is nothing but scratches and snatches,
as mind wonders and wanders.
blood in vein run in dismay to find the living calender....

how the human mind becomes corrupt?, and
how the products of the corrupt mind become the norm?

the minds matters that matter are losing the potency
while the corrupt is becoming the norm of decency.

my mind wonders and wanders in space,
answers evade, and multiply in shades.....
corrupt is a corrupt defense and compromised formations
rationalized to control the the insecure mind before it's time.

cells multiply from single to multiple drills.
mind is mesmerized, first by the mysteries of the darkness in the cave
then through the ages into the cyberspace.

there are platforms, and the controllers the beneficiaries.
cyberplatforms are out in cyberspace
spinning and weaving like the spiders webs
reaping the benefits nurtured by the alienated living,
an outcome of corrupt robes, strolls, scrolls, and rolls.

hungry minds with alienated rhymes are waiting
to be fished by the platform designs and the designers,
the new calculating masters of our time.

it is the corrupt power play,
the game of insecure minds
an inbred of the natures design,
the food chain to survive.
rest is the evolutionary slight
tempered by the corrupt mind.

there came the fossil fuel rise
the new power design,
the political crime.
the beltways, and
the highways are built
to by pass the humanity
to enshrine the new divinity,
the monetary econ line.

my mind wonders and wanders.....
there is no relief from the false splendor
of human calender............

The Denial of My Conscious Permeates Deep into My Sleep

the dark night is
filled with silence......
sleep
makes it's way
in the silence
of night.

the conscious mind
has given it's way.
the silence sizzles
like a rain forest drizzle.

sleep takes it's way
as I sleep away
into the night.

there are no clouds
no rainbow
no flowers
no song and dance to show.

it is the sleep that
frees me from the shows
that conscious mind so desire
in conscious spree.

I sleep, sleep, and sleep
into the planetary shore
where body and mind are light
mixed into the matters sight.

in sleep the aroma that I sense
the sight that I see
the feeling that simmers
deep in my heart's clevis
is what my heart desire.

my imagination is baffled
that how could it be?
not to desire
the conscious spree
the denial of my conscious
permeates deep into my sleep.

The Human Flamboyant Matters

the human matters on planet earth
are flamboyant with flamboyant memory
that has nothing to do do with
human matters luminary memory.

the human matters on planet earth
with their flamboyant memory have
built flamboyant states, institutions, and cuisines.
the flamboyant cuisines are
spacey
showy
flashy
tasty
with ingredients
hiding in mystery
with a delectable taste, and
tapestry
seasoned over time
crapped in plate
to serve
the other human matters
visiting the flamboyant cuisine
dressed
in compressed dress
with no luminary memory of their own
are here to enjoy the flamboyant cuisine.

it is a flamboyant cuisine
with a flamboyant memory that
had nothing to do with luminary memory.


while the flamboyant earthly human matters are
mingling and playing the flamboyant tune
evolution is gearing to take the
human matters back to the planetary space
in matters of time
to awaken the spacey flamboyant human matters
to their luminary memory
which they lost as they crashed
into the planet earth.
the memory of the
planetary matter that
matters is shattered........

A Trauma That Lingers A Life Time

traumatic brain injury arise
brain takes shocks
membranes shatter
the matters move
life makes a change
before it's time.

mind confabulates, and
makes efforts to survive.
life is misjudged, misplaced, and
confined.
mind contradicts
with the norms of it's time.
a trauma of traumatic brain injury
lingers a life time.

Mind Wonders

my mind wonders and wanders
at a pace that I do not know
it comes to rest at it's race
at it's time, and
at it's place.

the sleepy eyes crave for a sleep
yet sleep evades
the imagination takes it's place
out in space
there are romance and dance
among the misgivings of the living prance.

the faith
the blessings, and
the spiritual craze
are keeping my mind at blaze.

my mind wonders and wanders
I do not know what is to know at moments in time
but I do know
that the words shade, crate, and derail my silence.
the silence is:
what I desire from the wondrous fire.

The Sound, And The Sounds

the ocean sound
the simple sound
the loud sound
the sound...

the human sound
the talk sound
the discourse sound
the sound....

the tendinitis sound
the throbbing sound
the thundering sound
the sound.....

the drum beat sound
the hum sound
the distance sound
the sound......

the humming sound
the ranting sound
the chanting sound
the sound.......

the chewing sound
the biting sound
the trickling sound
the sound........

the stream sound
the hill sound
the fall sound
the sound.........

human chatter sound
the radio sound
the T.V. sound
the sound bite sound
the sound..........

the matter's sound
the evolving sound
the disseminating sound
the sound...........

the dissemble sound
the disassemble sound
the sobbing sound
the sound............

the hounding sound
the rounding sound
the grounding sound
the sound.............

the meeting sound
the greeting sound
the laughing sound
the sound..............

the crawling sound
the scribbling sound
the trembling sound
the sound...............

the dynamite sound
the bomb sound
the romp sound
the sound................

the myopic sound
the manic sound
the depressed sound
the sound.................

there are so many sounds.
some are old sounds, and
some are new sounds like
the value sounds
the bar sounds
the sounds..................

the sounds
human history sounds
the matter's mystery sounds
the sounds...................

the sounds
the gravitating sounds
the reverberating sounds
the mind sounds
the sounds....................

Matter's Shinning Reign

the blood, the organ is matter's grace.
the blood in the vein is matter's shining reign.
it rushes through the veins and hearts, and
the oxygen flows to the matters of brain
life comes alive
the dreams, and the imaginations arise
to align with the moon, the sun, and the stars.

the moods sway as the matters swirl in space.
the ocean's tides are tide with planet's sequel,
the matters glide into the racing universe.
the heart beat rhymes with the matter's primal sound,
the asynchronous synchrony
the nature's symphony.

Where The Sanity Lies, And The Insanity Begins

I wonder where the sanity lies, and the insanity begins.
the world in it's crusty underground caves
is making the nuclear dust that kills.
the killing has become the game, the norm.
some kill by bombs
some kill by suicide explosive belts
preaching goes on
in church, temples, synagogues, and mosques
all in the name of an illusive divine named God.

states are created, self interest groups are formed
all in the name of doing the so called right thing.
the right thing is to build the domineering and subjugating reigns,
the states game.
the non-profits, the foundations are building the markets.
monopoly money is on the rise.
consumerism is the name of the progress.
is it a progress? or
is it the end of the time?
I wonder where the sanity lies, and the insanity begins.
the mass is occupied as ever with their daily needs.
some are better than others.
nevertheless, they are the mass
under the thumb of the needs to feed.
monopoly money rise, the gift of bailout game of our time.
I wonder where the sanity lies, and the insanity begins.
Dow rise.......
at the same time unemployment and poverty rise.
education is schooled, modularized, and commercialized.
matters of the universe are capitalized, and
owned by the corporate giants, the products of monopoly money.
I wonder, wonder, and wonder
where the sanity lies, and the insanity begins.

Diva The Divine

the following poem is dedicated to all my on line friends those who write romantic poems.


the age of romance is alive and well

in hearts of my friends at the digital sight

the soma's love nectar slither's in their words as they write

like an aged red wine that becomes intoxicating

as it touches the lips of a desirous divine

the rhymes they write opens their hearts

their passions rise as they make lover's call

in sadness and sorrow the lovers are missed as they move on.............


I write about the matter

the matter it is that makes the diva the divine

here is my call for the diva, the divine:

oh, my diva come and share the wine with your desirous lips

let our eyes meet as we seep into each others arms

talk less and feel more as we submerge our passions in one

let the matters of all maters roil our hearts

moment's matter of all matters will come to serenade

our journey into the planetary stride

as we embrace to free each other in heart and mind.

In Endless Space And In Endless Time

planets move in endless space and in endless time
the shrill of planetary grove tap in my spine
to think, to feel the ongoing saga of planetary rhyme

in endless space, and in endless time
thoughts ramble
hearts tremble
minds scramble,
the ionic matters of :
doing
being, and
seeing
of what it is, and
what it could be.

there is a time for romance
there is a time for song and dance
there is a time for hope that has no rope
there is a time to flow and grow
there is a time to feel the Autumn breeze that frees the soul
there is time for sadness and sorrow
in sadness and sorrow do not despair, the happiness will follow in pair

as I journey into the endless space and in endless time
my thought rambles
my mind scrambles the ionic matter
that beats my heart
in searching the matters of time..........
in endless time
in endless space
in endless rhyme

The Morning After 2008 November Election

the fog is lifted
the sun is rising
the thoughts are still jarring.

the feelings are raving
the radio is buzzing
the market is crawling
the war is razing.

Blumberg has won with less than five percent
with hundred million of monopoly money.
Republicans are raving the win in Virginia and Jersey
Democrat with all their majority still debating
how to slice the health care bite
Lieberman is worried about the health care industry
under the disguise of a liberal face.

the fog is lifted
the sun is rising
but my mind is hazing
to see the duplicity craze.

the ocean
the land, and
the mountain are
the depth
the surface, and
the high
the guide posts
for the living, growing, and
healing.

the congruency of ideal, and
the real are foggy
though nature has lifted the fog
the mind remains clogged.

The Matter's Primal Sound

the following is a thought, an imagination, a poetic dream
until it is known as a life's stream.............

as I was sitting in my home
listening to my heart's beat.
my mind wonders away,
in my thoughts stream.

the heart beat, a sound.
the sound is a sound,
the "inorganic" sound,
an echo, my rational mind says.

it is the sound,
the matter's sound,
a primal sound, my poetic
imagination glazed:

it is a primal sound
coming from the
silent matter emitting
primal sound in silence.

there are sounds that we may not hear.
there are sights that we may not see.
does this mean that they do not exist?

in my belief inclusive of
rational and logical inference beliefs or
hypotheses that science tries to test every day...
I believe that there is a primal sound in every matter
in silence.

the science is not there yet to
test the matter's primal sound
but will be there
in a matter of time.

until then:
it is the poet's imagination, and the
the poet's dream is what will do
to satisfy our yearling to hear
the matter's primal sound in earnest.

the matter matters, and the matter has a sound,
a primal sound that beats in every heart
of a living being.

there is a life in the matter's primal sound.
how much life do we have in our own selves
depends on how much matter's primal
sound do we have in our
body and in our vein
emitted by matters
like dopa, serotonin, and
the rest of the matters in
the making of what we are, and
what we become.

it is the silent primal sound
that craves the life, the love,
the passion, and the desire.
it is the silent primal sound,
that empowers the affinity
among the beings.

the silent primal sound permeates
in every music
in every art, and
in every living being.

So, I end my prose, the poem, the poetry, and
whatever comes to mind: the matter of heart and mind,
in silence.


copyright, and all rights reserved.

Matters Silent Sound

still, it is a morning.
the forest is silent,
as I wondered into the forest.
I heard the drip, drip, drip
the dripping sound
followed by a sound of silence
a sound of synchronous round
free from asynchronous that bounds the mind.
it is the first note of nature's symphony
in a sound of silence, a primal sound.

the forest breaths in silence, and
is listening the primal sound in silence
the sound in silence that
permeates in silence
in every matter that
sprouts life in silence.

the matter's silent sound
is the sound that beats in every heart
to sprout life.........
a simple secret of matter's sound
making life to go around
no will
no skill
no drill
no mastery
it is a silent artistry, the matters sound
free from mind's shrills.

the silence is the simple secret of life,
a matter's delight.
the forest has seen the light
it is coming alive
with every sound
from a tree top to
the bottom of a meandering stream
roaring to meet the ocean
in a matter of time
to tell the story
of matters silent sound.

The Lexicographic Spheres

matters of life are on the move

it is a molecule stride

the chemistry of romance is in the dancing mood

matter trembles, and shakes it's way to collide

making a planetary moon night.


the lexicographic spheres are all around

lighting the passions of desirous minds

some in faith

some in devotion

some in dream

some in illusion, and

some in hallucination scream

are making the way in a planetary hollow space

the heart throbs

the brain quivers

the matters glitter

among the confluence of congruence

the matter finds the love of divine

the chemistry shines

the tears flow

reminding a moment in time

as they fall on the rock

mixing with the streaks of mass

touching the ground beneath

to be one with matter the divine.

The Mine: The Matters Ultimate Design

making life a smooth drive is a fallacy of mind

the conflicts of mind are never far away.............

the conflicts of mind are minerals in sublime

the matters grind

making the fire and the charcoal

the sapphire, the silver, the diamond, and

the gold are matter's rhymes, and

so is the mind.

the copper, the zinc, the magnesium's, and

the rest are not that far away

they are intertwined with the alike matters of yours and mine:

the matters life,

asynchronous life.

Matter's Desirous And Passionate Domain

the sun is up, and the machine is throwing the heat.

I am doing nothing that matters the least.

walking, stumbling, and rambling

are the thematic routine for the day.

the matters are doing their relay.


the deer are running to save their lives.

the hunters are in their four wheel drives.

life is chasing the hunters in over drive.

the hunt is on in the planetary reign.

the life's games in ionic terrain

are shaping the universe for the hunting game.


the day gets the brighter sun and it's rays

as it aroused the matters to play.

I, the matters destined crown is the ego game

is being awakened to do it's round.


I and the matter are one and the same

the dopa, the serotonin, and the rest

are the game.

I is a matter's composite name,

a desirous and passionate domain.

World Hunger And It's Genome

how to feed?

how to seed?

in a world of cowardly deeds?

political minds are feeding, and

seeding the misdeeds.

religiosity and the extremism

have become the human creed.


how to feed?

how to seed?

in a world of profiteering

from the feed and the seed.


how to feed?

how to seed?

in a world of schooling

that teaches the drilling,

the technocratic curling, and

spreading ignorance

in the name of education spree.


the brain is snaring and daring but is slow

to feed and the seed

as it evolves among the deafening

monopoly money pomp and shows, and

the extremists holy grills.


what is to do?

the question is ringing

in a hollow space

to keep up with the profiting race.


how to feed?

how to seed?

the peace seed

in insecure

greedy

human minds feed.

is it time to drop the question?

and wait for the evolution to do it's deed, or

join the money gamers and their deed.

A New Spree: Longing For The Unseen

it's raining in Adirondack.
the rain is drumming the tin roof
in an asynchronous dripping shrill.
the forest is awake.
the wind is calm.

the silence is broken in tandem in time
with every rain drops falling in random,
the nature's music is in play.

inside the house the washing machine is doing it's thing.
it is a machine, a lifeless technical machine.
the machine is hooked up to the electrical outlet.
the electricity is coming from the nation's grid.
it is like the cow's milk is coming from the grocery store
you do not know it's source,

it's a game of living relay.
the rain is picking up it's stream.
the clouds are circling in their menacing spree
to soak the forest before it snows.

the winter is coming.
the rain is falling.
the machine is doing it's thing.
life in Adirondack is not what it used to be.
life now is a twitter's twit, and
a facebook friendship regime.

facebook life is to follow people you don't know, and
let yourself being followed by those you have never seen.
it is a new syndrome of the upcoming human lving spree.
it is interactive and better than TV, so to speak.
now at least you can write and read, and
twit, and make friends whom you may never meet.
a 21st century longing for the unseen.............

A World of Many Things Made of The Same Thing: The Matter.

it's a funny world

it is a strange world

it is a goofy world

it is a world of craze

it is a warring world

it is a peace loving world

it is a business world

it is a world of greed

it is a mafia world

it is a world of hypocrite

it is a world of buffoons

it is a world of saints

it is a world of Buddhas

it is a world of suicide bombers

it is a world of atom bombers

it is a world of science

it is a world of matter

it is a genomic world

it is a world of healers

it is a world of killers

it is a world of good deeds

it is a world of talk shows

it is a world of commercials

it is a world of many things

it is not a world of the same things

it is a moving world

it is a world of revolution

it is a world of evolution

it is a changing world

nothing profound

it is a world of love

it is a world of hate

it is a world of contradictions

it is a world of confusion

it is a world of sea of holy

it is a world of holy grail

it is a world of bloodshed

nothing profound

it is what is:

it is a world of hounds

it is a world of marry go round

it is a world of many things

but made of the same thing: The Matter.

The Life of Mind

enjoy the planet's beauty,

the beauty of your own, and worry less.

life of mind is too short for anything else.

the mind is clogged by the living renderings.

the brain is evolving, and

fighting the renderings,

the mind's short falls,

the insecure living.

it is the mind's failing not to realize

what is around, and what it is to be.

it is the evolving breeze that is around

to lift the brain into the stars

to intertwine with the swirling

planetary play

beyond the living renderings,

the worrying cause.

so, enjoy, and worry less

the life of mind is too short for any thing else.

Hunger is Torture

billions adults and children suffer hunger torture every day.

Geneva convention protects waring tortures, and

does not consider hunger a torture.

Geneva convention is bound by the rule of law, and

hunger is not in convention's content claw.


similar fallacy reigns at human rights council.

freedom from hunger is not a human right in council's call.

deprivation of life, liberty, and property

is considered human rights violation.

food deprivation causing billions go hungry

is not considered rights violation.

aren't we "humane", "smart", and "civilized"?

the talk of moral danger is nothing but a hallo talk.

a duplicitous talk

a hypocrite talk

a morally repugnant talk

an airways meaningless song and dance

the journalist editorial game.


hunger is a torture.

the States, the UN, the Rights watchdogs, and

the their politics of hunger are complicit, and

so are the rest of us.

Here And Now

sleep, dream, and awake are nature's trait.

neither skips it's natural desire to be.

it is my heart that desires to sleep and dream

to be awaken to seek the passion that is to be.


the planet earth is a place it is to be.

to desire the life that it is to be.

the imaginary fancy is nothing but a fancy.

life is now, or it is never to be.

The Fallen Water

the water falls are the nature's authentic scene.

they fall with grace.

there is no regression trace.

the water falls fall, and

with every fall they roar and flow

in never ending passion to grow.

the fall, no matter how high and the steep,

is no deterrent to the flow, and to grow.


the fallen water meanders

in and around the mountains, and the valleys.

the fallen water rejuvenates life

as it moves, seeps, and springs.

the fallen water, never asks for anything but

to flow, and with every flow to seep, spring, and grow.

the fallen water..........

an authentic scene.

Freedom From Hunger is Not A Human Right?

as the billionaires grow, and so does the hunger.

freedom from hunger is not a human right.

hunger has no wall street power, and no voting right.

billions go hungry in our time, and

the political drama of human rights goes on.

states accuse each other for human rights violations

while ignoring their own rights violations.

no bailout for the hungry is in sight.

where is the human rights council for the freedom from hunger?

where are the political human rights activists to free the planet from hunger?

where are the states playing the human rights game?

oh, I forget that the states are warring the extremists, and

the extremists are warring the states and spreading ignorance.

who is to care about the billions going hungry every night?

oh, I am wrong again not to know that there are do gooders, and

the UN game players trickling down their alms for the hungry.

isn't amazing that as the billionaires grow, and

the trickle down alms grow so grows the hunger?

is there some connection and complicity in all of this?

The Reality

the dreams have been the dream of the dreams to be dreamed

flights of dreams have mesmerized the dreamers of the dream

the reality the real has masterminded the real what it is to be

what if the real were the dream, and the dreams were the real?

would the world be a better place than what we have seen?


the reality of our time is a polarized dichotomous devilish scene

the choices are bipolar alike the depressed and the manic high heels

is it all natural like a day and night bipolar drama making or breaking our day? or

is it the unnatural that has been with us so long that it seems natural to be?


am I losing to my dream? or

dreaming to be me in a surreal world that was meant not to be

the stars are shining as they are free from their broken dreams.

it is the dream then must be the real not the reality as seen.

The Life Beat

the heart beats and skips

the blood flow slows

the life simmers and cajoles

the brain is awakened to count the race

the race of life to another space.


the evening moves to take it's place

the life's dream makes a sojourn to ripe

with every air flow, and in every sight

what a momentary stride can bring to life.


life is a pace in a planetary wobble

to fill the unfilled hallo universe

with matters of life in planetary space.


a simmering thought that rings in the moving brain

filled with imagination that sprouts, shouts, and

makes it's case to be heard to decipher the living

drama of our time: a meaningless chatter of all time.

Thoughts Solid As Rock

writing with the grammatical foreplay is a snitch.

thoughts race leaving no room for the grammar grace

Patanjali ticker flickers seep through the grammatical rock

disturbing the meandering thoughts.


brain renders thoughts

pantajali wants the grammar rock,

the rules disturbing the thought.

meandering thoughts gives no thought, and

keeps on rocking like a solid rock.

Spiders And The Humans

today I had nothing else to do.

I wandered around the barn

in search for something to do, and

saw a spider doing it's run, the spider run.

disturbing the spider's run is not what I wanted to do

so I moved on thinking......


the spiders and the humans have a lot in common.

both spiders and humans grin and spin.

both have propensity to trap,

and kill to eat.

some spiders are venomous, and

so are some humans.


spiders and humans both are creative, and

destructive at the same time.

species shape and size differ yet characters

remain the same.

one is not any better than the other.


I left the barn, and

went out to do my run, the human run.

knowing well that the spider is doing it's run,

the spider run.

run nevertheless..........

It Is Not A Time For Hope Alone

it is not a time for hope alone.

it is not a time for motivational clone.

it is not a time for the revelation of divine.

it is a time for searching the inner core

divinity of yours and mine.


it is a time for a change to change

the waring mindset that has derailed

the civilizations over time, again and again.

it is a time for a change in the mindset

that promotes:

the ignorance

the greed

the cruelty

the hypocrisy

the religiosity

the waring state

it is a time for a change to change.


it is a time not for hope alone but for a change to

change the waring mindset.

it is a time for searching the inner core divinity of

yours and mine that could make the world divine

not the waring crime.

Political Bating

the political scaling

the backstage meeting

the privilege seating

the V.I.P coding

sponsor cajoling

ego bating

the time square rating

the congress seating

the U.N. bashing

any and all remaining

political manipulating

racing the airways, and

the by ways of our time.


noble dynamite prize is in the news.

noble politics is live and well.

wall street is rising again.

the profits are privatised.

the loses are socialize.

the political games of our time are

no different than any other time.

Human Brain

is the human brain an evolution's drain, or

is it a planetary mass to evolve, and

to ravel the science to open the space?

it is a drain as it has slain under the mind's game.

it is an evolving mass as it has embarked

on planetary terrain.


the brain, one of the most evolved mass

filled with historic evolving pain, a genomic game.

the evolving mass rescued the brain from it's own pain

only to be taken over by the devotional mind games.

the church, the temples, the synagogue, the mosque's

played the mind game

mesmerized the populous

controlled the brain

waged religious wars, and

the rest is the history of gain and slain

played under the camouflage of ideals and

devotional game.


the brain mass insists to continue to evolve

in spite of insecure mind games

bringing hopes and resolves

to search the space, and

reduce the mind's spite, and

pollutant craves.

A Time

there was a time.

there will be a time, and

there is a time.

it is the time nevertheless

in it's immortal play it remains the same.

was, will, and is are nothing but grammatical travesty.

time like a hawk watches

the universe ions

as the ions change

to reign the universe

in every moment

only to change the reign

to traverse the planetary race.

nothing stays the same

except the time and it's reign.


rain is falling in time to savor the time.

the ions are setting the pace.

my heart is throbbing to seek

the beauty with ionic grace.

my mind is racing as rain stops, and

calm returns to see the rainbow

a guidepost of passionate colors of

heart's desire permeating in the

splendor of an unknown love

in time to come.

Momentary Malaise

the sky is cloudy and gloomy.

it is time for a change.

don't ask, it is already arranged.

the leaves are making a change

to seep into the universe membrane

like no other passionate ingrain.


the leaves and the colors are one and the same.

the leaves are falling in unison with grace.

the forest has blossomed for it's fall's delight

in preparation for the coming wintry nights.


oh, how my heart desires to hold the beauty in sight

only to be reminded that it is the change that nature prides.

the moments are passing by..........

the nature's beauty is spreading

only to change in every passing moment, and to change again.

nothing will hold the nature's play.

the cloudy gloomy day

will stay no longer than it's momentary play.

The Body: The Matters Design

the body the matters design

skates and scales the planetary ride.

the beauty of the dusty, crusty, sun rays

spreading across the horizon.

the simmering breeze flows

to bring the body the life of passion,

the matter desire.


the body the matter's design

a lofty design

a crafty design

it is a design

to master the planetary race

in it's evolving grace.


the body the matter's design

has purpose in mind

in it's every particle grind

to be, and evolve

in expanding universe resolve.


the body the matter's design

cajoling the nerves the matter

scattered in matter's mind

as it takes ride in a solar delight.

The Helium Grace

look around and find the matters design

the particles of all kind mixing up and around

the moon, the mars, and the varied solar sparks

are crating the matter up in the sky.


the dust bowl, the hauling of solar scrolls lighting up

the planetary space.

the matter the mind's guiding post is being a host

to witness the speeding encrypting race.


it is the matter that matters in all matters

in every ions scattered to fold and unfold

in the planetary evolution to meet the goal

to continue the continuum of expanding universe

for now and forever in the helium grace.

Money Moguls of Our Time

this is just an another day.

the recession is digging it's heel.

the money moguls are doing well.

they are protected by the loopholes,

the rule of the law, and the GOP.

insurance monopoly is out of reach.

the big banks are stabilized by Paulson scheme.

the wall street is off again to play the securities, and

the derivative game.

G-20 has vowed to "fix" the economy.

money moguls are happy once again.

this is just an another day.

no different than the other day.

A Short Human Mind History on Planetary Plain

the birth and the death are two words

defined and redefined, just like all other words.

the dawn, and the dust are serene in their ravine.

the birth and the death are not as clear and pristine.

the minds and the thoughts render premise slots

to define and redefine the words over time.


there is no profundity in defining the concepts of mind.

the needs, the wants, and the unknown paths carve

the grounds for defining the concepts of mind, so it seems.

the mind a product of evolving defining moments

has it's own design embedded in living political stream.


birth and death are two momentary events

propelling life in two spheres.

the one is known to mind as the mind deems it to perceive,

the other is a mystery of it's kind.


the "known" and the mystery sets the tone

for the living political stream.

the religion, the state, and the rest of political reigns

play the life's poker game.

the winners define the game, and

the losers lose their fame.


the birth and the death are two words

the poker winners are defining the words names.

humans are getting what is expect from a gambling game:

a gambling mind with compulsion surreal surname, and

lots of Los Vegas song and dance, and desert mirage.

a short human mind history on planetary plain.

The Falsehood of Living Screen

I sleep, and I dream

that planetary ride is a scream.

wobbling stars conjure

universe cajoles and spreads it's move

in every living being as their hearts beat.


songs are cradled in every planetary ravine

to be sung to fill every heart day and night,

now and then in every moment of the day.


I woke up from the dream land, and

viewed the media screen.

the songs on the screen are shallow.

the talks on the screen are mean.


the business of life is treacherous.

united nation is playing the political game.

wall street is breeding the gamblers.

states are plotting the war games.


nothing has changed since the last time I was awake.

I sleep, and I dream

that planetary ride is a scream.

only to be awakened to the falsehood of the living screen.

The Progressive Evolution Play

the progressive evolution play is making it's way

through the conflicting chatter of the day.

the chatter of the day sounds no different

then what it was the other day.

greed and economic war fares are on display.

media lies are spreading.

ignorance is creeping like a plague.

xenophobia is digging in deep to

surface every where like a heap.

human values are devalued

in the name of value game.

the right, and the left

inner conflicts are on a rampage

like no other seen in recent days.


among all the conflicts, polarities and confusion

there is hope, and a directional leap.

the chatter sound of the day is changing.

the progressive thoughts are flowing.

thoughtful feelings of care are taking root.

survival of the fittest has a progressive clay.

the progressive evolution is in the play.


human minds are conflicting minds like volcanic divides

sharing in common to free up the pent up Fahrenheit

to grow, to flow, to cool, and to reach.

a progressive yearning to be,

and reach out is what it takes

for a life to live and survive.

survival is not a bravo game.

survival of the fittest has a progressive clay.

the progressive evolution is in the play.

The Destiny An Obsolete Name

there is nothing idle in the universe.

neither thoughts nor feelings are on constant plain.

the change is the life's rule.

it is no gain or a strain.

the constant move is the simple rule.

the universe is on the move.

the change is the planetary game.

making destiny an obsolete name.

The Matter It Is....

it is the matter's time.

the matter it is

rolling around

making sound

as it goes around.

the matter it is

it is a planetary clown

making moves

as it snooze

in an expanding dusty,

crusty, musty

planetary cruise.

the matter it is

shinning

whining

in a tiny particle sling

spreading

crowding

mingling

to form to deform, the form.

the matter it is

no matter of denying

the everlasting life of

matter the divine.

The Nomads

the joy

the sorrow

the pain

the pleasure

the sense

the sensation

the mind

all are nothing

but nomads

in the universe

clustered in

bodies of spheres,

the matter.

A Darkened Land

once I cried as I missed a love afar

the face I missed.

the holding of hands slipped.

the distance kept us apart.


time filled the void.

life took the voyage.

to a far far distance land.


a land where......

the shores were sparkling.

the mountains were majestic.

the rivers flowed deep and wide.

the springs were plentiful.


yet among all it's beauty

the land was in a perpetual war

with itself, and unsatisfied.

the machines were rampaging.

pollution was growing.

acid rain was spreading across the sky.

chemicals were polluting towns, and

the peoples mind.

the land was getting darkened by the day.

it was a disheartening sight.

the voyage came to an end,

so I sat, ruminated, and cried once again

for a loss of an another love.

Feelings, Thoughts, And Absurdities

I thought, and found

a mind filled with the logic race.

I felt, and found

the passion that I had never felt before.


once my feelings were subdued

by technocratic meanderings,

and acculturated cuddling.

I moved with grace, and

stood tall in a lifeless race.

I had become a thoughtful

walking schooled robot,

a rationalized charcoal slate.


the life moved, and brought

not one but two unexpected rewards.

feelings returned, the love graced, and then

I became afraid of what I saw around me.

the nations are waring.

the religions are preaching not talking

the bigotry is roaming from shore to shore.

education is losing, and schooling is taking hold.

the science is funneled into making bombs.

the good science is monopolized, packaged, and sold.

the wall street is packaging false securities, and

dangling the hallow derivative games.

trickle down economy is on rampage, and

running it's wicked course.


among all this there was a glamor of hope.

that kept my feelings fresh, and the thoughts sane.

two faces of love mystified me as they faced the world.

acculturated cuddling of the past had come to terms.

the mountains had their heads up.

the oceans were racing to embrace the shore.

the plains were graced with springs,

fresh breeze, and flowering trees.


feelings and thoughts merged, and

roared through my veins as one.

I now feel, think, and feel the breeze.

alas, the absurdities of life remain.

among all the beauty, love, and the grace.

A Wish For The Day

a day that has a name is restless and awake.

lives are planned by the days and by the names.

characterization is a human spider web

to baptize, ideologies, and acculturate the human brain.


the brain subdued, and the mind surfaced

to monopolize the days and the names.

the rest is the history and

the herstory of warfare and the states.

the armies have marched, killed, and brutalized the mass

all in name of a god or a state or

in an ironic moral indignant thought.


a day that has a name is restless and awake.

the day wants to change the rules of the game

to free itself from human spider web.

the mind the ideologue fights the change, and

wants to keep the waring game the same.


the economy comes in play

the totum poe takes the reign

trickle down economy makes it's way

globalization spreads it's way

to make the world a unipolar maze.


human spiders are on the move.

money moguls are united, and

have bought the congress and the senate, and

have socialized the loss, and

privatized the profit.


a day that has a name is restless and awake

lives are planned by the days and by the names

characterization is a human spider web

to baptize, ideologies, and acculturate the human brain.


the day wants to change the rules of the game, and

wishes to free itself from the human spider web.

it is a hope that a wish of a wish of the day to change, and

be free to come every dawn of the day.

The Dream

I dream to live, and live to dream.

it is a fancy or a fanciful dream.

Rollin, my daughter's fish eats, swims, and sleeps

does he dream? that I do not know.

why do I dream?, I wonder.....

mind wonders, and wonders away

on a planetary slope there is life's skate,

skate it is to roll away.

my dream dreams to roll once again.

life sways in a hollow space

to race to no other place but in space.

a serene voice comes my way

the voice I had heard some time ago

the voice refreshed my dream to dream

where we met once and never met again

it is the dream that keeps dreams alive.

I do not want to lose my dream.

so, I dream

to dream until we meet again

I know you are out there

to dream the dream that we never dreamed

to be intertwine in our dream for a passion

that dreams nothing but the dream.

Human Right, A Modern Game

human right has become a global political drama.

human right is used to hide one's sin to scale the other,

a human mind game that never ends to amaze.

all states are guilty of human rights violations.

some states are blatant in their acts.

some are cleaver in hiding or denying their sin.


human right is a modern political ping pong reign.

waging wars for human right is the name of the game.

human mind is a sick design.

human right the name is a game.

it is a deadly political viral strain.

it is a UN conundrum.

it is a democratic cinema.

it is a parliamentary panorama.

it is a statehood drama.

human right is any thing but right in our time.

Washington Post And The New York Times The Business Czars of The Year

there are perpetual czars

for corporate business bazaar.

writing stories is their business.

"journalists" do their betting.


perpetual czars are out and about.

public option is their target.

so insurance industry can flourish, and

wall street can bundle the securities derivatives.


perpetual czars are cleaver players.

they write stories with flares.

they have news bureau across the globe.

their "journalists" are crisp and mysterious.


perpetual czars trade their stocks on wall street.

publish wall street trades in their column.

they have critiques for everyone but themselves.

there are perpetual czars

for corporate business bazaar.


commentary plus has picked

Washington Post and New York Times

the business bazaar czars of the year.

New York Times is A Tricky Mouthpiece

New York time is a tricky mouthpiece.

it serves the state and the corporate needs.

it's cover is liberal, a facade in display.

the NYT's is spreading it's wings across the globe.

the editorial board conceals it's members name.

the NYT is a mysterious illusive game.

A Day in The Park

yesterday was Saturday, a rainy day.

a park in Tampa was alive and well.

under the shelters

people were picnicking,

cooking meals, and

sharing the day in their love and healing display.


at an another edge of the park

there was a political rally.

people were gathered to support a health plan.

data collectors were signing up.

there was a hard work at hand.

life is insecure and in need.

health care is the heed.

people were talking, and

sharing the day in their shared empathy display.


at a far, far distance land there was another rally,

a political rally alike the rally at the park.

goals were different yet the needs were the same.

people were gathered to derailed the health plan.

data collectors were singing up.

there was a hard work at hand.

life is insecure and in need.

health care is the heed.

people are angry, and

sharing the day in their anger display.


across the globe the money moguls are having a day.

playing the people and the states to serve their power base.

collecting data about the groups and individual insecure needs.

money making is the heed.

money moguls are in control, and

sharing the day with greed and control in display.


the nature of evolution is at work.

consistent with the ambiance of ambivalence

politics of life is surreal.

basic emotions are played.

ignorance a valued commodity is raked.

love, empathy, anger, and greed are relayed.

speeches are delivered.

G-20 are geared here and there.

wars are on the display.

in sharing each group believes that:

the survival is at stake.

who will win in the play?

the nature of evolution will relay...............

Away From Fascists Games

I wish our minds were in line with planetary discourse.

the human mind games are cleaver, surreal, and insecure indeed.

the universe and the planet is real as it evolves to be.

the planetary matters move, and are dazzling clear.


I look for the passions to rule to make life desirous and cool.

I dream for a sojourn free from "cleaver" and "surreal" deceit.

I wish the minds to be free from insecure fascists games.

I wonder when it will be, or it is all a fancy delirious dream.


a noise from out side distract my thoughts.......

a deer has passed by in my dream.

the nature is calling it's lost particle, that's me

to live for what it has to be...............


I am awaken by the day's call.

eyes barely open

mind screens the dream

fresh breeze from the window

reminds me that it is real to be.

A Tribute to Susan, Megan, Alison, Francine And The Like

America's best are on the move,

to accept the challenge, and

the question of our time:

if the brotherhood and equal justice under the law has been

considered an American ideal.

how could an equal health care under the law

not be considered an American ideal?


the country is in danger of losing it's ideal.

equal justice without care is a hollow dream.

the call is out for a change.

Susan, Megan, Alison, Francine and the like are engaged.

America's best are striving for the perfect union once again.

Delutional And Drenched

the country is skating on a thin ice.

democrat are stumbling in game.

republicans have no shame.

the blue and the red are delusional and drenched.


money moguls and sultans are united and raking.

commercials are colorful, masking, and misleading.

weapon sales are on rise.

profits and bonus are safe and soring.


extremists of all kind are on the move.

the rest are occupied and mesmerized

by the media reign.

education is turning to schooling,

an indoctrination master claim.


the country is skating on a thin ice.

democrat are stumbling in game.

republicans have no shame.

the blue and the red are delusional and drenched.

A Day

a groovy day

a crazy day

a hazy day

a neurotic day

a foolish day

a pleasant day

a serpent day

a dancing day

a romancing day

a snoozing day

a cruising day

a losers day

a winners day

a warriors day

a stupid day

a depressed day

a psychotic day

a nervous day

a hilarious day

a day of nothing

a day of something

a day that comes and goes

a day that sticks around

a day

a day

a day with ray

a day with shining spray

it is a day like any other day

waiting for an another day

the waiting

the wasting

the rusting

the crusting

a gusty day

stop screaming, and

wake up to

have a shiny day.

Let The Schooling Slide And Education Be The Longing of Our Time

what it is to be:

education or schooling?

one expands the scope of mind

the other limits how much to shine

schooling limits to the needs of a time

education expands beyond the frames of time.

schooling, if it imagines, imagines in it's time

education frees the imagination for all time

schooling is a present technocratic device

education is an all time creative slice.

schooling is an acculturation process

education is a transformational process

schooling's side effects include dogma

education's side effects include a change in dogma.

schooling is a technocratic vocational venture

education is an inclusive, and a creative adventure

schooling shapes the brain in a preconceived mold

education broadens the perspective as it unfolds.

schooling sees the stars

education perceives the stars.

schooling rotes the drills

education promotes the thrills.

let the education shine, and

the schooling slide by the side.

let the education be the longing of our time.

Life Is A Joke, A Funny Joke

Life is a joke, a funny joke.

it is bound in a yoke,

a cultured yoke.

it is a delusional stroke.

it is a two legged dork.


life is a joke, a funny joke.

it plays funny games.

it loans the politicians a one sided brain.

it blesses the new mafias:

the wall street and the media to lie in style, and

steal the IRA with flare and fame.


life is a joke, a funny joke.

it wages wars in the name of peace.

it invokes gods to free itself from guilt.

it kills, and offers prayers to eat the kill.


life is a joke, a funny joke.

it is a self interest maverick.

it is a devotional freak.

it is an exhibitionist geek.

it is a cultured brain washed

darkened hokes.


what else is left for the life but to be funny,

a freakish funny.

life is funny to bring Saturday night live alive

to hide life's glazed sharp edged razed rage

to wash Palin's suffrage, Hillary's hidden rage, and

Bill's craze.


life is a joke, a funny joke.

it is bound in a yoke,

a cultured yoke.

it is a delusional strokes.

it is a two legged dork.

A Labor Day Morning

I slept late for no other reason but to sleep late,

a nirvana's choice I must say.

nirvana sleep has been bartered away by the karmic labor call.

so, I must be awakened to do the karma's deed to fulfill the living needs.

I am awake and glued to labor day TV news.

media clowns are spreading the ignorance so dogmas can flourish, and

clowns can get paid and be nourished to do their deeds again and again.

money monarchs have hired the lobbyists to buy the congress to do their deeds.

extremists are enjoying the new found spread of weapon sale, and

so are the "civilized" states making the sale.

should I go back to sleep or watch this living game?

conflicted mind is not helping the brain.

brain's serotonin and dopa are drained by the living games.

so I decided to go back to sleep once again.

a labor day morning karma call for labor can wait for an another day.

Life's Move

brain shrinks not as it is believed

memory slips not as it is creed.

thoughts fade not as it is decreed.

feelings slide not as it is deemed.

brain, memory, thoughts, and feelings are

in assist to make the universe expand.


life and love are eternal...............

it has been said many times before

so live and spread the wings, and

take the planetary ride.

nothing else matters

as life makes it's move

to speed the flash

of sprinkles of stars

to be in planetary race

to scale the pace

as universe expands

in a hollow space

to greet life's move

into the space.

A Path

I tumbled, fumbled, and rumbled

in the world of dibs, clubs, and fibs.

then found the glaciers move

the mountains rise

peacock sound

the forest song

the desert heat

the planetary playful deeds

the drip of rain forest speak

touching the deep down the core of life

a blossoming life

a passionate life

a desirous life

seeking the heart of a divine

not to be found

in a G-20 covered shroud

life tumbled, fumbled, and rumbled

in the world of dibs, clubs, and fibs.

A New Human Being Is Shaping

A new globalized DNA is in the making.

A new human being is shaping.

A being who lives to work, and

adores to pay tax so states can wage wars.

A being who is crazy about borrowing money

so the mortgage based securities can grow, and

the bonuses can flow.

A being who wraps it's soul in insurance wrap

to feed the wall street need.

A being who loves fossil fuel for all it's needs.

A being who loves to vote for "democracy"

to get the trickle down alms.


The new DNA will espouse to live not:

to sleep

to dream

to learn

to love, nor to

live for health care reform

that cares..........


The new DNA will espouse that:

sleeping

dreaming

learning

loving, and

not borrowing

are not good for the wall street's growth, nor

these "unproductive" behaviors are good for the GNP.


So, the new DNA will transform

human being into human resource to be mined.

So they will work, and work more.

So they will borrow, and borrow more.

So they will sleep less, and less frequent.

So they will dream less, and not often.

So they will learn less, love less, and

make the wall street grow, and

enable the states to wage wars.

In return they will be blessed with

the trickled down alms.


The new global DNA is in the making.

A new being is shaping.

Evolution's Last Laugh

right down the path of prosperity

lies the cruelty and crime.

the wealth conjures the dubious lines

to keep poverty alive, and dolling

the corporate welfare in stride.

the simple life is considered out of line.

it is not a life, if it is not planned in a mass corporate design.

life is becoming fashion designers fantasy rhyme.

all in line with Goofy's and Mickey's rendering incline.

thoughts and feelings are disturbed

seeing slums and high rise standing side by side.

humanities cruelty to itself is on the rise.

the past was not any better than the present modernize.

evolution is not glamorous in transforming, and reforming the life.

the excuses are too many, and viruses are multiplying.

may be evolutionary nature is planning a new life,

and clearing the modern sludged life to make path for the new.

human mind and it's ego conjures otherwise, and

creates technocratic planet earth to beat the nature of evolution.

beams micros, and trains softies to plan a new "moderen" life.

where are we going with all these micros creeping into human mind?.

is this the no return of a journey towards a moving black hole?

technocratic forces are too strong to change it's course.

so, brace for the black hole race.

it seems evolution's last laugh will prevail, and

a life will end for a new to begin.

Laugh And Have Fun

sit and glance like a hawk, and

watch the world go around.

laugh, and have fun until

the happiness tax comes around.

the beauty of the dazzling oceans,

the lush grounds, and

the spiral mountains

is surrounding the planet all around.

the nature is spreading the pleasures of life....free

without a taxing IRS decree!!

embrace the few remaining free planetary pleasures

before the planet is smothered with carbon spree.

planet earth is a fun planet to scroll and to be.

the planet presents every day with a new dawn to see.

so, don't let the corporate world get you down.

the simmering breeze is roaming free

gracing the face of every dame, and

having fun year around.

let the simmering breeze to be with you, and

have fun and live free...............

don't let the laughter and fun slip away.

keep the gutsy serotonin dancing and

prancing your way.

play a piano tune for the depressed political goons

before they become Florida raccoons, and

drown in everglade pretty soon.

laugh, laugh, and laugh, and

have fun year around.............

until the happiness tax comes around.

A Wish For The Day

go to the fields.

grow something to eat.

spin the wheel to make something to wear.

write something to read.

make children to read.

heal someone in need.

make the world a productive world.

a healing world.

spare the world from the carbon spills.

enjoy the morning sun rising over the hills.

is it too much to ask to be fulfilled?

A Cloudy Day

I woke up this morning to see an awaken day.

instead I found the clouds in the sky,

a hazy day, a fuzzy day all around.

heart is beating slower than the other day.

it is a lazy day, do nothing day.

brain is tempered by the day.


the computer screen is on

I am typing away

what is this all about?

is it a living drama?, or

just a gloomy day

to end at the end of the day.


the laughter

the fun

the cheers

are weary to come by

in a waring world

that is infected

with the poison of the religiosity

the ideologies, and

the criminology.


it has been said that this is a complex world.

it was not so, until the minds game came

to control and reign.

it is a predatory mind game.

the game is worse than the physical waring game.

predatory mind game has made the world a complex world,

a devious world

a mischievous world

a spider's spinning world

to kill and be fed for the day.

what a day?

it is a cloudy day.

the heart is beating slower than the other day.

Depression And Laughter

radio is playing a piano tune.

rain is falling.

I wish the rain will end soon.

I am depressed like a goon.


this has been a rainy summer.

no, there have been four summer days as well!!

plenty of one, and the paucity of the others.

it seems we have only two seasons left to be had.

snowing, and mostly raining.


Adirondack has it's charm.

mosquitoes do no harm.

bats are dying.

deer are multiplying


I have a plan to move on

from the worldly sludge

to foster my heart, and brain

to save them from the desire for the dames.


it is raining.

serotonin must be scaling.

feels like nothing.

getting ready to get on the road,

to visit Florida for a while.

to commune with the other lune tunes,

the Florida's raccoons.


I am taking off for the time being.

to see if there is anything else to see.

plan is to stop in Bethesda for the night.

then head to Florida for sure.


Ted Kennedy passed away.

he was a good being.

for a change a human being,

a rare find in a political tent.

he knew how to navigate in DC game.

he was real and a political dean.

he was in not for personal gain

like republican scam reign.

Ted is mourn in a world full of scorn.

a life worth celebrating with fond memories, and

laughter in a world of depressed disaster.

Depression loses,and

the laughter wins again.

The Morning Dew

the morning is showing

it's sparkling morning dew.

my eyes are barely open

to see what is to see, if there is anything new.

I better get going, my mind rambled.

I entered the kitchen to get a cup of tea

so I can see, the sparkling morning dew.


I opened the tea bag, and my mind wondered away

to see that the tea is from London, "The English Tea".

How it is so?

There are no tea gardens in London.

Oh, I forgot that humanity had it's day with the colonial reign.

So, what is to say.....stop wondering, and drink the tea

so you can see the sparkling morning dew.


I walked out side, the tea cup in my hand

what I saw was the nature's grace.

a beautiful morning with cool misty air, and

I forgot about the London colonial disgrace.

Life is Tempered And Loved

life is tempered

pampered

hampered

scripted, and

sculpted.


life is

voiced

laughed

scaled

played

railed

derailed, and

bailed.


life is

named

loved

grudged

snubbed

snoozed

boozed, and

cruised.


life is

rubbed

romped

jumped

bumped

grubbed

dubbed

mocked

rocked

walked

talked

washed, and

tossed.

life is

glance

song

dance, and

prance.

life is

jazzed

Jared

dazed

fazed

gazed, and

hazed.

life is

thrilled

grilled, and

drilled.

life is

weathered

smothered

joked

rolled

scold, and

told.

life is

court

snort

toast, and

coast.

life is

trapped

draped

zapped

diluted

polluted

saluted

pandered

pondered

rendered, and

silenced.

life is

schooled

spooned

doctored, and

proctored.


life is

ruminated

remanded

demanded

commanded

authenticated

syndicated, and

vindicated.

life is

commercialized

monetized

baptized

scrutinized

sanitized

demoralized

demonized

sacrificed, and

dramatized.



life is

romanticized

gormandized

traumatized

politicized

militarized

glamorized

patronized, and

idealized.


what else is left

for the life to remember.

there are more words to rub, and scrub.

there is a lone word for love.

is it life's comic snub?, or

a rendition for love?!!

Take A Child Rearing Moment

schools are crowded.

teachers have no prep time, and

psychological support base.

students are unprepared, and

lack motivation to learn.

drugs are rampant.

nutrition is full of fat.

parents are unemployed.


country is in debt, and

has lost the industrial base.

country wants to fix the world

by waging wars, and exporting

the corporate mania.


extremists are waging war, and

growing poppy, and buying guns.

the gun demands are at peak

making gun industry happy and sweet.


seething angers are multiplying.

peace no where to be found.

quick fixers are out and about.

looking for happy days are here again.


it is not a pretty picture to be had.

there are no simple solutions to be found.

it's time to face the reality, and build a new base.

start with creating a new industrial base.

turn schooling to education race.


grow healthy food, and healthy mind.

provide the health care, and improve education.

support teachers, and prevent the burn out.

slow down the waring game, and policing the world.

work to make the world a peaceful compound.

let the corporate world to own up to themselves.


no quick fixes to be had.

start the day with a step at a time.

learn to walk again, talk again, and learn again.

fight less, and make friends.

enjoy the simple moments in time.

eat well, and sleep well.

rise early, and go to bed early.

watch the television less.

read a book for a change.

for a change, engage in rearing moments

for yourself, by yourself, to yourself once again.

you have done it before, and

you could do it again.