Let Not It Be An Another Mirage

the comic shows are on................

former Iran's empress is in the news

shah's son is shading the "tears"

while living in style, and gears................

a comic show that seems to never end.

the democracy seekers in Iran, and

else where are taking the stand.

there is no letting anymore

to let the power brokers win.

time is now to let the

remnants of monarchies,

the theocracies, and the

secret police of any kind......... go.

time for the democracy to shine

no poverty and oppressions of any kind

to flourish to fatten the boys and girls

of wall street shrill.

illiteracy to move from the planet earth

to some la la land out in space

schools to return to education..................

no schooling to coerce anymore.

no indoctrinations to control, and

subjugate to ever take it's root.

the 21st century, it is your destiny,

let humanity shine

as the planet's inhabitant's clear the carbon, and

make themselves free from the fossil fuel ride

a time has arrived

to celebrate the freedom from dependency to

independence in real time

not in gimmick

not in commercial game

not in sound bite

but in real time

let the hearts and minds across the borders meet

let the peace and justice finally prevail.

let not it (the democracy) be an another mirage..................

Moments

the other day I was standing out side drenched in the rain

feeling the fresh drops of rain touching my face.

every drop of rain felt like a moment unexplained

yet real moment in time remain

the rain kept coming as moments went by

turning the air cold

I sneezed as body began to shiver

time to go inside, I said to myself

to embrace the moments of warmth again

away from the cold moments of a rainy day

moments are moments nothing more

moments are neither warm nor cold

the matters in moments bring the change

moments never change remain the same

"what a moment" or lack thereof is a misnomer in name

moments never change

I felt the fresh rain which turned cold

in life's revolving door

moments in time....................

moments mysterious as they are

always remain the same

moments in time.......................

ruffle and shuffle life's dusty roads

rain will come again to wash the dust

moments in time will crust

make the dust go away

I will have to wait for the summer to sizzle, and

monsoon to come to stir the passion

to feel the fresh rain drops on my face again

Genome

wake up and see

the ocean of spree

that surrounds you

in your genome

in every cell

in every neurone

there is life unseen

it is your being

loyal to you

caring for you

it is unconditional

if there is one

feel and sense your being

bond with your cell body

like no other matter or being

feel the ocean of spree

in your genome

that keeps rowing,

growing, and flowing

in harmony

as you breath

to be

Mind And The Nature's Renditions

the universe,

the nature,

the creature, and their

caricature dance.

the butterfly fly, and roam the sky

the deer hop and dance across the prairie

the trees sprout and grow.

there is no question to be raised, it is done

there is no meaning to be deciphered, it is there

what is to sow?

just fly, dance, grow, and be.

the mind counters and makes it's pronouncement:

in flying, dancing, and growing lies the meaning.

the nature responds: the universe is not for the conceptual game

the universe is what it is, the nature in it's purest form to be.

there are no questions,

and there are no meanings to be usurp.

the nature is a place to be.

it is what it is is the meaning,

the mind displays it's profundity as it swings and dings.

the nature moves on...............

the meandering streams continue their flow

ocean's tide come and go

the moon shines the sun's glow.

there are no questions.

there are no meanings.

it is what it is a nature, and it's flow and the glow.

it is the flow that is the glow,

the mind renders the meaning,

the "profound" meaning?.

the nature moves on.

leaving behind the serpents

the serpents queer, streak,

move, hiss, coral, and strike to fill the belly.

the mind sees and sneers, and makes the pronouncement.

there is the meaning: coral, strike, and fill the belly.

the mind has been stringing with the unending questions,

the meanings, and the renderings ever since in it's

corralling, striking, and filling the belly.

the purpose is sermonized, and sanctified.

the missions are created.

the waring men and women have marched.

the endeavors are resurrected.

the minds renditions are displayed.

the minds games are played

to fill the belly, and it's need

the serpent's need

the unending need

there is no profundity

just the need

to fill

The Mind Game

the brain presses on to evolve

the mind tempers the evolving brain

the mind, a social game

the social game stains the brain's domain

shortens the living span

to fill the social domain

the social domain

a heretic claim

of the weak in power

to govern by the power of the "Almighty"

since they themselves lack the sobriety

the social minds games

are control and power game

the rituals, and

the niceties are

the covers for the illusions of grandeur.

illusions of grandeur are the fruits of the weak

the weak are hiding behind the nicety and rituals deities and deceit

the niceties and the rituals are the ills

the ills that kills in the name of "Almighty"

it prays to slay

creates morals of decay

all in the name of god and heavenly cliches

the mind

the social domain

the immature game reign

21st century has arrived

the so called "almighty" controlling games are loosing their luster

the new social games are emerging

the rule of law is the motto of the new social game

the rule of law, a cleaver new game with almighty like domain

to seek power, and control

to subdue the humans under the human rights game

the brain is sadden by the minds game

the universe is shaken by it's carbon spray

to control and subdue the natures trail

to build the highways and the byways

to run and race in a chase to nowhere

marry go round is the name given to the chase

mickey the mouse trails are created

to occupy the human brain.

the mind's clever games

keep coming and going around

to temper the evolving brain

sun pierced through the window to end the nightmare

I am awakened

shaken, and drenched in swat

the brain comes to rescue from the minds game

brings the longing for life

awakens the the passion, and the desire

lost in social game..................

Peace, The Silence

silence brings the peace of mind

a calm difficult to define

yet real in every breadth

that I take in silence.

is peace inherent, implicit, and Divine? or

is it a call of mind?

a social imprint of some kind, or

is it a brain's shut off valve to survive? or

peace is an evolutions transforming point yet to be defined.

once tired of waring, peace is all comes to mind, or

the war mongering takes hold the waring mind, a social design, and

peace no where to be found.

fallacy of contradictions and constrictions surround

closure is no where to be found

the music

the opera

the dance

sublimate the darkness that surrounds the mind

sublimation, a survival therapeutic mastermind.

silence and peace are neither therapeutic nor mastermind.

silence and peace are one and the same.

silence, transcends the mind

breathing in silence

living in silence

experiencing the life

in silence, the peace

experienced

lived

not scripted or defined

peace, the silence.

Prisoner Of My Dream

I am the prisoner of my dream
the fantasy that screams
it is the daydream
it is a wonder dream
it is a wondering dream
the world is passing by in dream
the seasons come and go and make dream
every breadth that keeps me alive
is dreaming in daydream
serotonin pumps my thoughts in dream
dopa takes a dip in my dream
illusions are magical, humorous, and drenched
hallucinations are scream

I dream, dream, and dream
into my sojourn
that never ends
it is a path of dream,
a never ending dream
I am the prisoner of my dream

the darkness and the light intertwine
to seek the dream
a fantasy that opens the dreams
a love dream
a gentle dream
a cloud dream
a breezy dream
a worldly tipsy curvy dream
dream, a never ending dream
I am the prisoner of my dream

I sleep and dream
racing out in the sky
bouncing on the matters ride
I wake up and dream
I dream, dream, and dream
into my sojourn
that never ends
it is a path of dream,
a never ending dream
I am the prisoner of my dream

the darkness and the light intertwine
to seek the dream
a fantasy that screams
dream, a never ending dream
I am the prisoner of my dream
sleep and dream
tomorrow is another day to dream
the worldly cuisine
the games of living, and passing routine
dream, dream, and dream
I am the prisoner of my dream

daisies let themselves go
sparrow fly and flutter
sailboats squeal in delight for every wave that comes their way
making the sail..... a sail away
so why shouldn't I dream my way
the ocean breeze embrace the shinning sea
mind drifts, and dreams
I am the prisoner of my dream

passions come and go to make dream
desires melt to bring another day to dream
I did not know that I was still asleep
to be awaken to dream
the daydream
the fantasy that screams
I am not a..... prisoner of my dream
I am the.... prisoner of my dream

Freedom

freedom is an elusive dream,

an ironic dream.

heart flutters to be free

yet it is not free?

the freedom givers are spinning the strings.

the givers of freedom from the cave dwellers chiefdom

to modern states

have yet to free the freedom that has been stolen over the years by

the warlords

the sultans

the kings

the emperors

the dictators

the presidents

the prime ministers

the states of all kind.....................

given freedom is never free.

given freedom creeps and seeps

the blood to benefit the giver.

seeking your freedom

from those who stole is an ironic paradox.

the fight to free the freedom has yet to be won.

conservatives, liberals, and religious chiefs

are consolidating their powers.

all in the name to free the stolen freedom.

the stolen freedom that they keep so close to their heart beat.

never let go the stolen bounty is their sacred oath.

of course, the oath is taken in spiritual and nationalistic overtone.

the rituals are played.

calls are made.

candles are burned.

temples, church, mosques, and synagogues are erected

to sanctify the stolen power.

states are created

the separation of power edicts are pronounced

progress is declared

to free the religion, and the states to

consolidate the stolen power in separate domain.

separate domains are taken over by the religious states

to amalgamate the religion and the states powers.

revolutions are waged to saddle the tyranny of power in name.

ironically the revolutions have not been to free the freedom.

though they are waged in the name of freedom.

it is a power play game.

humanity it's time for you to change the game

free yourself from the givers, the brokers of freedom, and

be free

It Is The Wine To Be

the ocean brings the depth

for the human brain to coleus

the path that brought the brain to the ground

the earth, the rain, and the air fills the brain

to sense the path to perceive not to deceive, or

deny the existence of any, or

it is the survival of the fittest premise to exist

there is no other way to subsist

since brain is immature and weak................

the brain struggles, and kills to survive

rationalizes it's existence

the high minded morals are nothing but refined rationalized goals

to survive

to institutionalize high moral ground

to control, subjugate, and rule

there is no depth

it is shallow survival of the fittest rendition

yet brain struggles for more than survival

the paths to know are diverse like the universe

the ions

the atoms

flow in planetary course

to evolve and grow

what is to do?

conjure the fallacy of life

or let the slice of spice

be the wine that comes your way

in the moon lit night

touching and savoring the life's delight to be

the choice is clear, dear, and sublime

it is the wine to be

Global Political Games

global political games are swift, cleaver, and over sized

slick, legalized derivative master mind

complex in color, creed, and degree

modern medias are contrived and smart

well stocked, and traded on wall street mart

human archetypes are varied, and insecure

dependent on divinity for solace, not on their own

thoughts and feelings are contrived

stiffened

packed

duffed

dulled

dumbed

in centric world views brokered by

ethnic

religion

economic

ideologues

to control thoughts and feelings

education is turning more into schooling

producing the human work bees

for master queens

madershas, mullahs, pundits, rabbi, and

preachers are playing their role

in keeping the ignorance alive

revolutions have come and gone

to free the human sprite to rise, and be wise

the demagogues have taken hold, and

control

until the new one's come along

with primaries and election song and dance

the modern demagogues are

well schooled

have vocabulary refined, and smooth

serve well in their front face role

for their masters controlling the economic roll

21st century power game has not changed in essence or in name

since humans have learned the power and control game

the modern power and control games though are refined,

mass entertained, text messaged, media dramatized, and well

capitalized

global political games are swift, cleaver, and over sized

The Morning Song

question, change, and debate

don't be sedate, or irate

make the world passionate, and awake

don't let anyone put you in a crate

sun is rising to keep the darkness away

the global political games are around

creating the darkness of statehood of all kind

centering the power to subjugate, and rule

class, caste, and club dominate the view

turn around, and be a being

don't let any statehood darkness control your being

least of all for the waring games................

be a being

a passionate being

a desirous being

a hilarious being

a playful being

a discovering being

a creative being

it is fun to be a being

question, change, and debate

don't be sedate, or irate...........

The Corporate Queens

life is incorporated, alienated, bifurcated, and

now it is texted..............

the 21 century's dawn has arrived

financial world is strengthened with the bailouts?

Bush, Clinton, and Tony are out

texting has brought Obama in

green energy is in the news

there is a hope on the rise?

humanity to transform, and transcend

from the ills of:

autocracy

theocracy

bureaucracy, and

the corporate power

to a new beginning to share power to recollect

the past

the wars

the genocides

the plagues

the dogmas

to reflect the ills of humanity, and

the goods which kept the humanity alive

despite the ills of:

autocracies

theocracies

bureaucracies, and

the corporate powers

or is it a mirage?

is green a camouflage?

for a new corporate autocracy, and

the corporate theocracy

will the texting rise?

passed the autocracy

passed the theocracy

passed the corporate bureaucracy

will the texting bring the power sharing at a new high?

to eradicate the poverty

to eradicate the illiteracy

or is it a dream?

a cyber dream

waiting to turn into a nightmare

a nightmare of credit autocracy

the money theocracy

that has began to tighten it's noose

around the texters

making the new generation into working bees

for the corporate queens

What To Do In The Dungeon?

how to keep occupied in the dungeon?

days go by waiting for the night in the dungeon

nothing is of any significance, it is the dungeon after all

if there is anything of significance

it must be hiding to be revealed at a price

it is the economy game that mounts in the dungeon

significance without economic value are remote and rare, if any

how to keep occupied in the dungeon?

radio buzzes, and commenter speaks to entertain in the dungeon

the rain has arrived to clean up the dungeon

can't go out

eat some sustenance protein and carbohydrate

to satisfy the bio need in the dungeon

what else to do?

join the voluntary parade in the dungeon

to do some serenade in the dungeon

for the left behind, the ill and the old in the dungeon

write something

anything

that comes to surface

for any reason, and for any cause

if there are causes left that matter in the dungeon

do something to eradicate poverty

do something to eradicate illiteracy

do something to ease the pain of dying

do something to erase the memories of abuse

that plagues the humanity

do something to eradicate the acid rain

do something to rehabilitate, to empty the jails

there is plenty to do in the dungeon

doing is what is expected in the dungeon

being is lost in the dungeon

Quagmire

the morning dew is softly touching the ground

as it comes down from it's high round

dew spreads it's wings in and around

the fields are hosting the dew

the nature's Melody is on

birds are chirping

robins are scaling the fields

as they prepare for their meal

the sky is clear

the planet moves on

humans are out on the road

chasing the trickled monetary mirage

crowding and polluting the planet

cramping the planets' every corridors

seeping the nature's bloodline

with their vampired creeds, and needs

what a breed!

a breed that never satisfied

morning dew passed the planet for a short while

bringing pleasantry that lasts a life time

while humans were circling the beltways and the highways

living in a quagmire with no dawn

just yawn

The Mind

mind is a social grind stone

a dependent social intrigue.

mind is not free,

yet it may think it has a free mind.

mind is a social intrigue

how it could be free?

mind is engaged in perceiving,

conceiving, and making meanings in a rationalized cave.

mind is engaged in rationalizing it's doing.

mind is not capable of unraveling

the mysteries of life, though it may think it is, and

has been.......

mind is a social intrigue.

it's thinking, and explanations are social premise bound

all this may be good and momentarily socially sound.

mind acts as a sardonic social intrigue

alike mine what it is doing at this moment in time.

it sees things in three dimensional arcade

it perceives things at a platform dart

mind is a behaving thing

it raves

it craves

it slaves

minds acts are full of intrigues

yet limited, and bound within a social intrigue

it is a perception mirage

a poetic therapeutic thought machine.

the mind.

Dream

oh, these pestilent

flying around like loose pirates

buzzing around the neck

what the heck?

they are drunk, says the moonshine punk

pestilent are what they are:

drunk

dunk

bunk

skunk

biting machine

scratching saline

hatching bra

they come alive

in the morning, and

at the night

they rush to your sight

like a torpedo

silent yet deadly

bite, and buzz

what a trick!

they must be trained

by the political grunts in DC

these pestilent needs to be put in a CC, and

drooped off the coast of Mississippi

let them float in an Alabama creek, or

in Georgia streak

pestilent are pain

yet they are the life's sustenance for some

nature's joke of human growth

pestilent were sent by the

heavenly czars

to feed some, and kill the rest

wage wars, dance, and grunt

what a runt.......

the pestilent regime

reminds the waring scheme

never ending

always commanding

what a freaky human rendering

come off the pestilent bonding

be free in resounding

see the nature's non pestilent creed

make others scream to reach high

shake off the pestilent need

let your feet rest in a meandering stream

and dream

What A Game, What A Night

my sublime sleepy deary eyes are

forced to come alive.

the eyes are tired................

of witnessing the worldly scrupulous games, and

the sanctioned crimes, the waring names

covered with flowery words

political hash hash

humor grits

nightly shows

the comedians rise

Conan comes alive,

a no nothing substitute of a

know nothing domain

the crowd is all pimped up

to clap and shout

what a game, what a night

in a Mickey the mouse reign

glad it is night to sleep, and escape

Conan, the media's spruced up Han is

made to come alive.

there is a band lit up under the carbon generated light

ions are beamed

my deary and dry eyes are made to come alive to soak up the ion slime

what a game, what a night

in a la la land of scary night, fight, and spite

the first phase of globalization is complete

the world is almost deplete

the big banks are spruced up with the bailout game

they were down and out, so to speak

now they are fat, and ready to spit out the bailout grit.

no increase in national products

the unemployment has shot up

but the banks are fat, once again

what a game, what a night

the bands must be getting ready to play......

the happy days are here again

gypper substitutes must be getting the boost

majesty the Clinton will fix the Haiti for the investors to rake

master magician, the Obama is on the roll

the Gate, and the Chiefs are on the stroll

to fix the world for the financial masters to hoard

all the globalized cord

let the trickle flow

drip by drip

to feed the dry, and deary mouths in drips, nothing but drips

to keep them alive till they die to work for their masters

what a game, what a night

oh, my sleepy deary dry eyes fall sleep, and weep in the darkness of night.........

A Divine Escape

the calm night

replenishes the mind,

like no other Shaman in sight.

it is a Divine night

away from the chatter ravine,

the worldly legal crime

Reagan's policy degree

the Greenspan's derivatives spree

Clinton's derivative reprieve

Bush's complicity

market sways high

then comes the roar

the market crashes

TARP emerges, the legal white horse or like

a game of our time

it rhymes and climes high

sanctioned by democratic senate of some kind

enough of legal trickery, the political legal mind

all this making the world divide

in perpetual have and have knots churning device

glad it is night

a Divine escape

Plunged Heart

life could be an adventurous ride, or

a lonely kite among the hyena's spite

a mysterious heist

no known cause to be had

just insert nonsensical clause

deep down on the ocean bed

lies life's core yet to surface

all these mysteries of mind

moving, circulating, and leaving nothing behind

life..................

life is all around

yet difficult to count

the rhythms surmount

rendering of no ones to be found

just blundering

floundering

squandering

of statehood

or any hood that may count

thundering of beating hearts

plunged

in endless pit

to clamoring of no sight

it is the plight

of human kind

no one wants to hear

the screaming doubts

the commercial abounds

to unravel the cloud

to sell

it is a selling pandora

buying spree reflects the glee

until life hits the slope

everyone runs to elope, and gets on the dope

to get the life's whatever gist it meant to be

hurry the life's gurney

for it's eventful journey

whatever it had to be

surprised to find

there is not much to surmount or had

life ends in a far far land

in a lonely hotel suite

the plight of a new imperial kind

sludged, and smothered on it's own weight

the sinking heart that

plunged

Racing Thoughts

thoughts race

at an unbraced speed

leaving behind the proposition verbiage to seed

destructing the readers from the core of thought

I must follow the speed of thought, and revisit

and insert the proposition verbiage left behind, or

loose the thought, a daunting reality of existence

the idea

the purpose

the universe

the planet

the human

the destiny

the irony

the paradox

the conflict

the passion

the desire

the living

the politics

the economy

the recession

the games of justice

so much more to learn and write

oh, my thoughts slow down

take a break

there is more than to think

the feelings abound

the pleasant breeze surround

the mountain

the glacier

the ocean

the depth

the surface

the height

so much to see

for the sight to absorb

oh the planet, you are so beautiful

the grace you bestow

the life you sustain

the water

the river

the meandering spring

life has so much to savor

yet humanity suffers

the irony

the calling of wars

shatters the peace

paradoxical living

the senseless killing

the evening has arrived

to prepare for the night

let the thoughts rest

for now

The Silence

the clouds

shadow the day's

burning light

from the height above in the sky

to bring the rain

gingerly sprouting, and

sprinkling

at times heavy thundering rain fall

to refresh the tarnished, graying, and drying ground beneath.

the ground is refreshed, and filled.

the clouds have cleared the path.

the rain has stopped.

the forest is fulfilled and silent,

dead silent.

there is no sight of moving terrain.

trees are standing tall in calm

there are no birds

no deer

no hawks making noise

there is nothing but silence

the ground is silent

so is the sky

nature in silence is silent

to be in silence

to grace in silence

to feel in silence

to render in silence

to remember in silence

to remind in silence.........

that in silence there is

nothing but silence.

no hate

no caprice

no deceit

no hawks

no rocks,

no words to shade and crate the silence

just silence.

the nature's silence is

the ultimate peace 

in nothing but in silence.

It is a dream that falsified, and glorified the silence

as I woke up to refresh from silence.

Poetry

the poem, the poetry

or the poetry, the poem

no need to define

though it is:

defined

confined

grinned

refined

spoken

the token

of social minds

the intellectual spree

of imperial degree

the devotional calibre

of unspoken mind

the poem, the poetry

defined

confined

grinned

the poem, the poetry

is it a poetry?

or is it a poem?

why to define the poem or the poetry?

isn't definition an antitheses of poem and poetry.

the poem

the poetry

reflection of free mind

don't let it be defined

confined

grinned

let it be sublime

sublime?

isn't sublime a definition of some kind?

constrictor

the guard keeper

the imperial realer

aesthetic appraiser

making the poem, the poetry a camouflage

or is poem the poetry undefined?

knows no bound

or that in of itself a definition

making freedom, a mirage

War Mongering

human history

our history

is full of guilt

of wrong doing.

both the victors, and the losers of war

have their hands colored in blood.

one may have more than other

nevertheless, it is our blood, the human blood.

we can justify

we can rationalize

we can sanctimoniously create reasons

we can project our misdeeds on each other

we can find scapegoats

regardless whatever we do

we can not deny the wrong doings of all kinds

the moral lines have been crossed time and time again

gods have been brought into the parlors

historian have written histories

revisionist have covered the past

the facts lost and mixed with the myths

a rendering of blundering, a misguided and mean spirited

war mongering

no denying

war mongering is our deed

humanities everlasting creed

Is It A Capitalist Adventure, Or A Corporate Sleaze?

Is it a capitalist adventure, or a corporate sleaze?

students are enslaved

education for the next generation is financed on questionable student loans

students can get the loan

it does not matter whether they can afford

educational institutions with conflict of interest provide no safety zone

parents are kept out of loop as students are of legal age

credit monitoring institutions are created to control

jobs are based on credit reports

it is all done using tax payers money or public securities for the lenders

it's all profit for the capitalist venture, and tax payers bear the cost

a generation in debt, and recession looms

students should they claim to be adult which they do

must also take responsibility for their lose unmindful decisions

corporate culture must take responsibility should they use the tax payer money which they do

is it a capitalist adventure, or a corporate sleaze?

or capitalist adventures, and the corporate sleaze are one and the same

the morning has arrived from the darkness of night

may the humanity be saved

from the derivative economic games

A Pardox In Sublime

the world of planet earth is divided by the day and the night

as the planet earth races with the universe to expands it's sight

the world of humanity is divided in multiples of travesties

to destroy the planet before it's time

the eyes are open, the dreams are broken

the morning has arrived out of the darkness of night

the human world is spinning

roaming the highways

playing the game of

polluting and politicking

radios are buzzing

news castings are doing their casting:

propagating the commercial incline

the bloggs are spreading their wings

to clip the ingrained news media rings

the morning has arrived from the darkness of night

the freshness

of mountain breeze

is keeping the human travesties in seize

the calmness that surrounds

in the Adirondack mount is

keeping the human senselessness down

the morning sight

the tingling light

the cool sunrise

the playing breeze

making the leaves queer, and

the grass sway

deer walks buy trusting no one but its four legged hind

turkey ducks to survive

hawks are flying high

bringing a meaning to living:

be hawkish, and play high

a senseless ironic divide

a paradox in it's sublime

it's just another morning in living incline

A Divisive Praying

the world is churning

dividing itself in religion and religiosity worlds

the states are pandering the religious world

some outright calling themselves a religion bound state

others play it cool under their belly

and seek religion for their doing

religion provides peace to some

a rationalized peace, nevertheless a peace

the cost is too high

religion warriors are too many

come in varied face, color, and creed

fighting and destroying in the name of almighty

when it is nothing but their insecure gaiety

the robe, the place, the rituals are all for power

to control

to subjugate

to brain wash

to cajole

to collect alms

build real estate, and the state

a drama

a falsehood

a cleaver placate

A Carbonated Brain: The Carbon Legacy

thoughts chunks

feelings debunks to see

the green revolution commercial junk

circling in head the endless thoughts

peace is shredding

carbon dread is spinning

radiation ions are curling

human needs are made to grow

corporations are expanding

more securities and derivatives to churn

pollution to follow

making the brain hollow

to absorb the carbon

human destiny, a polluted spunk

reality shows are growing

junkets are sprouting

to keep the carbonated brain spinning

Adirondack hold on help may be coming

is it a dream?

or a rendering

the brain to evolve, if it could

the brain to transform, if it could

the brain to transcend, if it must

the human destiny is churning

bomb, bomb, and bomb

drill, drill, and drill

the mighty slogans are on the move

carbon you must be the smart

polluting the brain of drillers and the bombers

to your liking

creating the carbonated spiking

from a carbonated brain

the carbon legacy

The Human Converse

the universe

the human converse

the intelligence

the grid

the slid

the mind's rid

roaring

suffocating

the universe

the space junk

the carbon plunk

the mind is drunk

making the universe a polluted spunk

technocratic rendering

the human floundering

the intelligence mongering

the universe

circling

expanding

rambling

lost in grace

the human space

darkening

the universe

rejoicing it's sickness

a neurotic play

the human

the universe

irreconcilable

racing

debasing

casing

their destiny

the self destruct

the construct

a rendering

The Immortal Saga

the night buzzes by

the light flickers

the Spite dickers

the respite sneakers

spinning in the universe

dozing

the coxing

the razing

the living

time of all time

Reganite, Busite, and Clintonite's

had their day

Barack to be "sure" has arrived

the saga of our time:

smother the peasants

call it a "compassionate" rendition

or the "progressive" condition

trickle for the mass

the heavy sum for the few

keep on chirping the "compassion"

keep on humming the "progressive"

end result the same

doing good for the name

nothing has changed