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.