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.