"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.


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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.