mind struggles to keep up with the matters of matter

that matters in human survival and evolution.

matters evolves into brain to spring the mind

to bring insight into brain that matters

to illuminate human judgement of themselves,

the conscious in human brain evolves and dissolves

in matters of time.


minds are structured with matters design

along the line come other lines

muddling the conscious along the line

social dynamics, religious pontifications rise

in between economics slips in to structure the mind

creating paper wealth that goes beyond sensible mind

creators of paper wealth control the minds

because paper wealth has won the political time

paper wealth buys all the resource that matters, and

matters resources are then valued to bring profit

to paper wealth that has no value in of itself.


Moral: valueless controls are set to win

bring nothing but ruins of mind.

The Tools of "Democracy"

Elections have become the cathartic tools.
Presidency has turned into an internship
in the American empire dealership.
The congress has become the wall street fool.
The judiciary sits covered in dark garbs
to keep the empire justified to fit the machine.

WE ARE THE WITNESS OF OUR TIME.

To Be In Dream, To Dream

I sleep
I sleep in dream
I wake-up in dream
I live in dream:
to dream
to be
to see
to hear
in dream thrill,
a planetary drill.

I sleep
I sleep in dream
in rain, and
in sunshine
in starry night
in dark night
in moon lit night
I sleep
I sleep in dream
I wake-up in dream
I live in dream
to be
to see
to hear
in dream,
a planetary dream
a drill
a thrill.

I sleep in dream
I wake-up in dream
to be in dream
a thought wrenching dream
a human dream
a dreaming dream
a sleeping dream
a waking dream
a living dream
to be in dream

And, now,
I am for a dream ice cream
before I sleep, and
dream once again
about humanity and it's reign,
the dream.

It's Time To Pause

The making of illusions and the mirage are in the cards
to fool, to control, and to rule under the disguise of elections, and
the democracy facade.

Donald Trump is ready to lead the cause
The casino games are on.

American presidency is to wage wars to:
defend the military industrial complex game;
protect the too big to fail, or to jail; and
spread the wall street plutocracy
under the cover of democracy in name.

The making of illusions and the mirage are in the cards
to fool, to control, and to rule under the disguise of election, and
the democracy facade.

Donald Trump is leading the cause to camouflage.
It's time to pause........

A Sight

I was walking on a road
of a surreal abode.

The curves were smooth,
real, and mindful to the core.

And, now I am awakened
to see the nothingness
that is full of uproar,
contradictions soar.

humanity and it's "happiness"
are wrapped in Disney galore, and
consume more.......
Wall Street controls
human mind, and the soul.

Wars are on the roll.
Drunes fly and glance every door
to control every soul
in the name of freedom, liberty glore.

It is our time..........

Conscious: The Human Matter

It is not what intellect has made of human that matters.
It is what is the conscious human matter in of itself is that matters.
the conscious being is the human matter, the particle
that is free from the intellect scenes, it's mirage, and it's dark ravines.

Intellect's intrigues, and
the intellect's games
are the intellect's dark mass
filled with scenes like Disney's
Mickey screams.

Intellect's intrigues are
the mirage, the cover for
the fallibility of intellect's drama.

It is not what intellect has made of human that matters.
It is what is human matter in of itself is that matters.
The conscious being is the human matter, the particle
that is free from the intellect scenes, it's mirage, and it's dark ravines.

A Morning Wish

A time to be.
A time to seed and feed.
A time to weed the sorrow,
the sadness from the planet
where it never to be.
A dream to dream.

A dream to dream.
A wish, and a hope to be
in every raindrop, and
in every sun ray
that spreads life, and
the light on the planet
to see, and to be.

Every moment in time
is a time to learn, and to be.

A time to be
A time to seed
A time to weed the sorrow,
the sadness from the planet
where it never to be.
A dream to dream.

A River In The Sand

A debt free river in the sand
flows, feeds the land
cools the minds, hearts, and the soul.

"Humanitarian" bombs roll to control.
insanity masters the diplomatic core.
"democracy", and the "freedom" are in play
to relay the post colonial colonial mold.

extremist terrors, and the waring roars
belittles the minds, hearts, and the soul.

A debt free river in the sand
flows, feeds the land,
cools the minds, hearts, and the soul.

sanity is an abnormality in an insane world.
insanity is deep, and covered in greed
humanity is engrossed in commercial rhymes.
media sings it's songs of slime.

A debt free river in the sand is no more.
the IMS
the Central Banks are in control.

post colonial colonial is on the move to
roar
scare
divide
destroy, and
control.


WE ARE THE WITNESS OF OUR TIME.

Timeless Planetary Abode: A Particle Dream

5/21/2011

Atoms drifts and particle splits
are the hearts, the minds, and the souls
making life to roll.

the games of hearts, minds, and souls
without the atoms and the particles
are mirage, a rationalized cajoles.

5/20/2011

Universe expands as atoms drift, and
the particles split.
drift and split are the essence of thee,
the nature divine.
the universe is crisp as wine
aging in grace, and embracing
as it expands to celebrate thee,
the nature divine.

there are no thoughts, and
there are no minds.
it is all thee, the nature divine
sprouting life in atoms drift, and
in every particle split.

life breathes to expand
the universe,
the natures rhyme
making the sky rise, and
hearts to pulsate
to seek the love, and
the rhyme soaked in wine.

5/17/2011

Atoms drift.
particles split.
meanings are crisp
the sounds are deep, and
hearts are pulsating
in atoms drift.

particles are spliting.
times are timeless, and
fixed.
planet is
revealing
in codes
modes, and
the bodes
garnished in
intellectual particle
modes.
particles are spliting

timeless
planet is
curling,
swirling, and
racing, not knowing that
it is a space,
the particle space,
the ultimate place.
there is no race, and
there is no haste.

timeless planet is a place
where life springs, and
plays the escapades
of minds, hearts, and the souls,
rationalized toasty cajoles.

Listen
to the timeless planet's 
codes in "silence",
in "meditation", 
in "prayer",and
sense the timeless,
the moments
ever more, says "the minds",
"the all knowing minds",
in atoms drift with deep sounds.
fallacy surrounds.

Feel
the timeless planet's
codes, and
sense the timeless
ever more, says "the hearts",
the "all knowing hearts"
separating the minds from the hearts.
confusion abounds.

there is no ever more
in a timeless zone.

timeless planet is
nothing but a dream,
a mirage dream,
a particle split dream,
a scattered universe particle dream
full of particle fantasy and scream dreams
swirling,
curling, and
racing, not knowing
that there is no place to go.
It is a space,
the particle space,
the ultimate place.
there is no race, and
there is no haste.

Atoms drift.
particles split.
meanings are crisp,
the sounds are deep, and
hearts are pulsating
in atoms drift.

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Life's Stroll

Life rolls take hold
to caress and cajole
to roll from the holes
of planetary strolls
to return the life's strolls
back into the planetary hole
that caress and cajoles
to mold the eternal soul.

"Humanitarian" Bomb Time

It is Obama "make sure" time.
It is "humanitarian" bomb time.
It is unipolar "free market" time.
It is global empire time.

Symphony of life struggles
in the sickness of our "make sure" time.
Pretexts are turned on.
It is review of war sports time.
It is shuffling of security team time.
It is "make sure" time.

A waring time of our time
stolen from the living time
wrapped in "make sure" time.

Royal Wedding of Our Time

It is a Royal wedding time.

Feudal Raj lives on.
Pomp and show is on.
Few ride the ride of their time, and
the rest are slipping in dungeon
of bygone time.

Post colonial colonial empire is on
Wrapped in missiles and bombs
Planes fly high...dropping bombs, and
killing everyone in sight.

It is a Royal wedding time.
Wrapped in false pretense,
the "humanitarian" rhyme.....
making sure that no one else has the royal time.

It is the royal wedding time of our time.

Muttering MInd

I muttered to myself
that there is no heaven, and
there is no hell.
There is life that could be depressed  or,
it could be swell.

I found myself meandering in a stream,
light as a feather, and floating, then
I heard the sound of alarm clock that came  
loathing, and awakened me from my dream.

I am awake, and talking to myself
that there is no heaven, and there is no hell.
There is life that could be depressed or,
it could be swell, and
off I go to tread to shake myself away from
the heaven and the hell
to see the falling snow,
the nature's  glow.

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Written on Feb. 10,2011, and published on line in April 2011.

It of Our Time

It has no heart.
It has no mind, and
It has no spiritual divine.
It is full of swine cruel rhymes
as bomb fall from the sky
killing all in sight.

It is a detached cold heart,
the waring It of our time.
It is a "free market" time.
It is a human rights song and dance time.
It is nothing but an It of our time.

It is an IMS time.
It is a globalized time
for the It of our time
to glance and grab
for the greed time.

It is a post colonial colonial time.
It is a corporate personhood time.
It is a massive security apparatus time.
It is what It is.
It is It of our time.

It never sleeps.
It never weeps.
It steals, kills, and reels
to fill It's greed.

It controls the Congress, and White House alike
Presidents roll their sleves to work for It
Congress gives to It everything that passes the congress by
The people work, and prays for an alms from It

It is an It, the corporate zest of our time,
an artificial mind design.

Madness

the madness surrounds in UN "peace" rounds.
the waring dusts are spreading around
to fill the darkness to steal, and make a kill.
peace talks are nothing but waring drills 
to control the planes, and
the hills.

Nothing has changed
since humans came to reign.
talks are smooth.
hearts are cruel, and
cold....
taking hold to control
the human soul.

21st. Century's Trails of Tears

Far and near
21st century's trails of tears
are
spreading
shearing
bearing
rolling
clamoring........
as hopes, and
dreams of livings
are shattering.

there is no end, and
there is no clearing.

minds and bodies are shattered
in the ramblings of warring batters.

far and near
21st century's trails of tears.

planes fly high
bombs fall
people cry... and die
bullets tatter their killing chatters.
silence falls,
life stalls.

far and near
21st. century's trails of tears..........
mankind and it's empire is here
to snip
to real
to steal
the planet earth's core.

tsunami roars
earth shakes
nukes puke, and
break.
is it nature's revenge? or,
is it human cringe
making it's way?

far and near
21st century's trails of tears
are here
to stay.......
until
the human kind breaks it's ways
from it's warring relays.

The Guilt of Waring Nations

The waring nations are seeking justice.
It is a joke of all times.

There is no justice in wars.
Wars are psychotic rumblings of mind
driven by primitive desires, and
justified by the supreme, the gods roils.

Wars are a degradation,
a mutation in evolution's crest,
the egos unhealthy rational zest.

A healthy ego creates, and makes
life to grow and glow.
A healthy ego has no wars to show, and
no ill gotten powers to crow.

A weak and mutant ego justifies
the errors and ills of it's mutation, and
weaves the lexicographical
forestry with here and after tapestry
to justify the guilt of waring nations, and
their travesty.

let the healthy ego shine, and
make the lives flow,
not to slow
in prayers to seek solace and reliefs
from the Self falsehood and it''s streaks,
the waring nations freaks.

Transcendental Ego

the talk
the walk
the power
the peace
the love
the affection
the resurrection
all are ego's directions,
life's its, and
the ego's zests.

the energy
the flow
the glow
the Buddha
the Rembrandt, and
the shows.
it is all ego's strolls,
the rolls,
the cajoles.

the past
the present, and
the future
are the ego's creations,
the thoughts, and it's renditions.

ego is energy.
ego is directional.
ego is multi directional.
ego is multiphasic.
ego is cyclical.
ego is up, and
down sparrow.
ego is developmental.
ego is transformational.
ego is transcendental.
ego is its, and
every gene's grit

the war
the destruction
the evil
the delusions
the contradictions
the addictions
are human minds
insecure sways.

ego is evolution's crest, the zest.
ego is, what It is, what It could be, and
what It would be,
the minds destiny in planetary
grace to free human mind
from it's id's plays,
superego's delusional rays,
the insecure sways.
transcendental ego is making it's ways.

Longing For Spring

Snow flakes have made it to the ground.
The ground is cold, bitter cold.
The cold is spreading the wintry blues.
The snow flakes immerse, and hold the ground.
Hope is around.

And, soon there will be spring
to wash away the winter blue swings.

Forest will come alive to awaken the longing
for a fresh embrace of spring grace.

Human Mind

Life's contradictions, ironies, and paradoxes are numerous, and
once they are intertwined with economic self-interest, the
resulting yields are egoist, and dangerous,
leading to denials, delusions, and digress.

Human mind once smeared in economic mud,
paints in mud, and covers the mud paint with flowery
lexicographic egoist designs......mesmerizing the minds,
self defeating it's transient planetary sojourn
in hopes to understand the self, the divine.

Human mind is a cleaver design.
it is wrapped in ego rhymes,
playing and charming,
depressive and hallucinogen at the same time.

Human mind is insecure, playing the "secured" games
strolling,
controlling, and
whaling the mighty name,
the ego game.

Human mind is an "I" centric comic design.
humble to shows, and spiritual in pursuit,and
treacherous in waring rows.
it is making,
raking,
slacking,
hacking to gain whatever it could reign.

Human mind, a funny design.

Rambling Stars

particles are showering.
bowls of dusts are rising.
sky is cloudy and hiding it's blues
to reach into the infinite roues
to clear the blues.

the end is neither near nor far.
the knowledge,
the meaning, and
the relevance
are all rambling stars.

The Clarity of Mind

mind in it's clarity can travel at the speed of light, and beyond.
mind in it's clarity is the feat for us to meet and greet.

the math, the number, and the point of reference are the
the technocratic reigns to make toys and their displays
to keep minds polluted, consumed, and diluted. 

let the mind search it's divine free from technocratic designs
minds are controlled and polluted by the commercial slates,
the waring states, and the religious swines.

mind in it's clarity can travel at the speed of light, and beyond.
mind in it's clarity is the feat for us to meet and greet.

free the mind to see it's divine, the clarity of mind.