Don't waste your time..........
Political politics is rigged.
It is an artistry of falsehood "Gig".
It is an illusion, and a mirage
to fool, control, and to rule.
Don't waste your time.........
There is no love.
There is no care.
There is no freedom.
There are rules
to keep humanity controlled and fooled.
Don't waste your time.
Turn the time to be
in a universe to free
the minds from the
plutocracy and it's swine.
Love is not afar.
It is at the door.
Open the door and let it in
where it belong.
Drift away from fears of minds
that controls hearts of HUMAN DIVINE.
Don't waste your time.
Political politics is
for the swine nor for the HUMAN DIVINE.
.
Sunday, November 4, 2012
Cats, Dogs, And Hogs**
11/04/2012
It is a world of cats, dogs, and hogs.
You go and figure who is who, and what?
A morning chat that fills the heart
is all we need to lift the particles of hearts.
There are no needs for plans and charts.
The hearts are filled with life and
romance.
Trail down the paths of life with no regrets and wraths.
Living by the moment is not a fallacy,
it is a life's delicacy...sweet with the fragrance
of hearts free from minds and their thoughts
in a world of cats, dogs, and hogs.
There is a life to be lived.........
if we let our minds to go to sleep to listen to beats of hearts
free from the world of cats, dogs, and hogs.
___________
**No offence is intended towards who love the world of cats, dogs, and hogs.
It is a world of cats, dogs, and hogs.
You go and figure who is who, and what?
A morning chat that fills the heart
is all we need to lift the particles of hearts.
There are no needs for plans and charts.
The hearts are filled with life and
romance.
Trail down the paths of life with no regrets and wraths.
Living by the moment is not a fallacy,
it is a life's delicacy...sweet with the fragrance
of hearts free from minds and their thoughts
in a world of cats, dogs, and hogs.
There is a life to be lived.........
if we let our minds to go to sleep to listen to beats of hearts
free from the world of cats, dogs, and hogs.
___________
**No offence is intended towards who love the world of cats, dogs, and hogs.
Monday, October 1, 2012
The Ultimate Fix
October 1, 2012
A perspective:
Humanity is being played.
The ultimate Fix is November six.
The "liberals",
the "conservatives",
the "political players", and
the "leaders" are in.
The donations,
the packs,
the emails, and
the calls are in.
The plutocracy is in the air.
It is a game of political affair.
The "debates",
the television "dramas",
the "commentaries",
the "pundits", and
the "polls" are here.
The Wall Street,
the IMS,
the Sauds,
the sultans,
the religious extremists,
the military industrial machine, and
the multinational corporate minds
are laughing and playing the humanity
in the game of political politics.
The ultimate Fix is November six,
a play of political politics.
A time to ponder, and
not to be divided and played.,
EDUCATE, EVOLVE TO BE FREE
FROM THE TRICKLE DECREE PUT IN PLACE
BY THE DEMOCRATS AND THE REPUBLICANS,
THE PLUTOCRACY AGENTS OF OUR TIME.
A perspective:
Humanity is being played.
The ultimate Fix is November six.
The "liberals",
the "conservatives",
the "political players", and
the "leaders" are in.
The donations,
the packs,
the emails, and
the calls are in.
The plutocracy is in the air.
It is a game of political affair.
The "debates",
the television "dramas",
the "commentaries",
the "pundits", and
the "polls" are here.
The Wall Street,
the IMS,
the Sauds,
the sultans,
the religious extremists,
the military industrial machine, and
the multinational corporate minds
are laughing and playing the humanity
in the game of political politics.
The ultimate Fix is November six,
a play of political politics.
A time to ponder, and
not to be divided and played.,
EDUCATE, EVOLVE TO BE FREE
FROM THE TRICKLE DECREE PUT IN PLACE
BY THE DEMOCRATS AND THE REPUBLICANS,
THE PLUTOCRACY AGENTS OF OUR TIME.
Thursday, September 6, 2012
A Robatic Time
A robotic globalized design is shaping the human kind.
It is an ironic human design in a changing diverse planetary rhyme.
Never mind the brain that has fed the humanity and it's kind for a long time.
It is a digital age to digitize the human mind.
Minds are designed, digitized, polluted, and controlled
by the digitized platforms of all kinds.
Brains are deprived, starved, saturated, and
are kept fooled, controlled, and entertained.
The illusions and mirage rule.
The winds and the rains are darkened.
Pollution rule the sky,
the creation of digitized mind.
It is a digitized globalized initiative time
pacified by the "positive" psychology grinds, and
added by "freedom and democracy" rhymes.
It is a master monetary time
cooked and baked at feds and sold by IMS
to imprison the humanity in globalized debt prisons.
It is a master debt slavery time.
It is no other time but our time.
It is an ironic human design in a changing diverse planetary rhyme.
Never mind the brain that has fed the humanity and it's kind for a long time.
It is a digital age to digitize the human mind.
Minds are designed, digitized, polluted, and controlled
by the digitized platforms of all kinds.
Brains are deprived, starved, saturated, and
are kept fooled, controlled, and entertained.
The illusions and mirage rule.
The winds and the rains are darkened.
Pollution rule the sky,
the creation of digitized mind.
It is a digitized globalized initiative time
pacified by the "positive" psychology grinds, and
added by "freedom and democracy" rhymes.
It is a master monetary time
cooked and baked at feds and sold by IMS
to imprison the humanity in globalized debt prisons.
It is a master debt slavery time.
It is no other time but our time.
Tuesday, August 28, 2012
Life
My dreaming mind dreams that shows of life are to glow, and
never to become sputtering flows that never flows.
Life is to grow and glow not to be sputtered and slowed.
The living brings the sputtering and the slowing games to reign.
The sputtering games are to be had for the living drama sake
never to be clad into life's grow, glow, and the flow.
The sky is clear.
Mind seeks the play of the year.
The cool brisk breeze rushed through the window
to remind that gifts of life are here to warm the heart and the soul.
I breathe and feel like a meandering mountain stream
never to be stopped by the rocks, dusts, and
the uphill drills.
never to become sputtering flows that never flows.
Life is to grow and glow not to be sputtered and slowed.
The living brings the sputtering and the slowing games to reign.
The sputtering games are to be had for the living drama sake
never to be clad into life's grow, glow, and the flow.
The sky is clear.
Mind seeks the play of the year.
The cool brisk breeze rushed through the window
to remind that gifts of life are here to warm the heart and the soul.
I breathe and feel like a meandering mountain stream
never to be stopped by the rocks, dusts, and
the uphill drills.
Bollywood Karma
I had some down time what rehabilitation has bestowed on me.
I opened my eyes and looked into the youtube, and
watched some Bollywwood creations of our time.
There are flickers with songs and dance, and
there are stories full of love anger aghast,
the Bollywood's karma of songs and dance.
Love and anger are in play, and passions are on display.
Bollywood's life lines of love and anger are in every screen play
repeating themselves like bodhi circle never to stop, and
never to change the pace.
The repeat circles and the remnants of the sameness remains
predictable full of melancholic song, dance, guilt, and the shame.
Dance and songs roar, and the actors make body moves...........
emotions rise, voices gear, the dancing begins, and
the floors circle like body groves.
love, anger, guilt, shame, and
melancholia are Bollywood's life lines,
it's passion, it's karma, and
it's money machine dharma.
I opened my eyes and looked into the youtube, and
watched some Bollywwood creations of our time.
There are flickers with songs and dance, and
there are stories full of love anger aghast,
the Bollywood's karma of songs and dance.
Love and anger are in play, and passions are on display.
Bollywood's life lines of love and anger are in every screen play
repeating themselves like bodhi circle never to stop, and
never to change the pace.
The repeat circles and the remnants of the sameness remains
predictable full of melancholic song, dance, guilt, and the shame.
Dance and songs roar, and the actors make body moves...........
emotions rise, voices gear, the dancing begins, and
the floors circle like body groves.
love, anger, guilt, shame, and
melancholia are Bollywood's life lines,
it's passion, it's karma, and
it's money machine dharma.
Monday, August 27, 2012
The Politics
08/27/2012
The politics of the state, the faith, and the race
are to control minds, water, minerals, and the land base.
The monetary system is the name that achieves "purpose" and the end games.
Humans are the pawns to be controlled and to be played.
Afterall, it is a game, the living game of the state and the faith
to fool, control, and rule.
Then came the arts, the science, education, and the human creative minds
that threatened the establishments of the state, the faith, and
their controlling, fooling, and the ruling minds.
The rest is the history of the plays and the ploys of the state, and
the faith politics that has expanded it's controlling mind to control
the arts, the science, education, and the human creative minds.
Nothing has changed.
It is the game of the state, and the faith
that continues to control the human minds.
The politics of the state, the faith, and the race
are to control minds, water, minerals, and the land base.
The monetary system is the name that achieves "purpose" and the end games.
Humans are the pawns to be controlled and to be played.
Afterall, it is a game, the living game of the state and the faith
to fool, control, and rule.
Then came the arts, the science, education, and the human creative minds
that threatened the establishments of the state, the faith, and
their controlling, fooling, and the ruling minds.
The rest is the history of the plays and the ploys of the state, and
the faith politics that has expanded it's controlling mind to control
the arts, the science, education, and the human creative minds.
Nothing has changed.
It is the game of the state, and the faith
that continues to control the human minds.
Friday, August 10, 2012
Memory Loss
08/10/2012
There was a time when America had lost it's memory, and
the time was our time.
Globalization sprung, prices rose, but America believed the other way around.
Cars the one's were sold for three thousand were sold for thirty thousand and more..
Gene pants the one's were sold for five dollars were sold for thirty dollars and rose even more.
But America believed the prices were lower, and were getting lower ever more.
The rationalizations and justifications were every where in shining media galore.
A case of nation's memory loss of this magnitude had never occurred before.
There was a time when America had lost it's memory, and
the time was our time.
There was a time when America had lost it's memory, and
the time was our time.
Globalization sprung, prices rose, but America believed the other way around.
Cars the one's were sold for three thousand were sold for thirty thousand and more..
Gene pants the one's were sold for five dollars were sold for thirty dollars and rose even more.
But America believed the prices were lower, and were getting lower ever more.
The rationalizations and justifications were every where in shining media galore.
A case of nation's memory loss of this magnitude had never occurred before.
There was a time when America had lost it's memory, and
the time was our time.
Monday, July 30, 2012
Beauty
07/30/2012
Oh, Kahlil your wisdom is great
though I say that I see the beauty differently than your grace.
I see the beauty in the eyes and in the face,
the gateways to the heart, the heavenly place.
* I wrote this after reading a quote by Kahlil Gibran on Marna's FB.
Oh, Kahlil your wisdom is great
though I say that I see the beauty differently than your grace.
I see the beauty in the eyes and in the face,
the gateways to the heart, the heavenly place.
* I wrote this after reading a quote by Kahlil Gibran on Marna's FB.
Olympic Games of our Time
07/15/2012
Olympic games of our time.
Victories are celebrated and romanticized.
Losses are rationalized.
It is an Olympic time to build the body and the mind to shine.
Commercials are selling the products that kills the body and the mind at the same time.
Muscles and the minds are tethered, doped, and brutalized.
It is an ironic time.
It is a conflicting and contradicting time.
It is an Olympic of our time.
It's a global exploitation and consuming time.
It is a religious extremist time.
It is a drone killing time.
It is a race of parallel fake diplomacy time.
Our time is no different than any other time.
It is a time of framing the narratives of the old times.
It is a time to control the human mind and the soul in a "new" frame mold,
the multinational corporate mold, the emperors of our time.
Olympic of our time.
It is an everlasting game of power and control.
Control of freedom to be bargained, and bestowed.
Control of water, food, and world resource to be marketed, and resold.
Control of human mind is the goal of our time.
It is an Olympic time.
Building of body and mind, and killing them at the same time.
It is a McDonald and the likes time.
Olympic games of our time.
Victories are celebrated and romanticized.
Losses are rationalized.
It is an Olympic time to build the body and the mind to shine.
Commercials are selling the products that kills the body and the mind at the same time.
Muscles and the minds are tethered, doped, and brutalized.
It is an ironic time.
It is a conflicting and contradicting time.
It is an Olympic of our time.
It's a global exploitation and consuming time.
It is a religious extremist time.
It is a drone killing time.
It is a race of parallel fake diplomacy time.
Our time is no different than any other time.
It is a time of framing the narratives of the old times.
It is a time to control the human mind and the soul in a "new" frame mold,
the multinational corporate mold, the emperors of our time.
Olympic of our time.
It is an everlasting game of power and control.
Control of freedom to be bargained, and bestowed.
Control of water, food, and world resource to be marketed, and resold.
Control of human mind is the goal of our time.
It is an Olympic time.
Building of body and mind, and killing them at the same time.
It is a McDonald and the likes time.
Saturday, July 28, 2012
Particles Flickering Mind
07/05/2012
Time creeps, and the destiny reaps, so it seems, hooray for the living streak,
the fantasy of human imagination.
The particles enumerate the mind in time, the unchanging time, the ironic time.
Subatomic particles seek only to not to be found, or
there was nothing to be found in a static time.
But nothing stops the fantasy imaginating minds of human kind.
.
The words, the thoughts, and the consciousness slip away
in momentary times, a rehearsal of a kind, the fainting of the conscious mind.
Is it a crossing of horizon, or a closing of a horizon that not to be?
Consciousness returns to it's momentary living
to dwell the knowing and of the unknowing conflicting grinds.
There seems to be a contradiction in what I think, and
what that surrounds the particle, and it's mind.
My mind is a rotary of particle design, or it is an independent
singing subatomic rhyme free from the particle mind.
Time creeps, and the destiny reaps, so it seems in particles' playful chimes,
the particles flickering mind.
Time creeps, and the destiny reaps, so it seems, hooray for the living streak,
the fantasy of human imagination.
The particles enumerate the mind in time, the unchanging time, the ironic time.
Subatomic particles seek only to not to be found, or
there was nothing to be found in a static time.
But nothing stops the fantasy imaginating minds of human kind.
.
The words, the thoughts, and the consciousness slip away
in momentary times, a rehearsal of a kind, the fainting of the conscious mind.
Is it a crossing of horizon, or a closing of a horizon that not to be?
Consciousness returns to it's momentary living
to dwell the knowing and of the unknowing conflicting grinds.
There seems to be a contradiction in what I think, and
what that surrounds the particle, and it's mind.
My mind is a rotary of particle design, or it is an independent
singing subatomic rhyme free from the particle mind.
Time creeps, and the destiny reaps, so it seems in particles' playful chimes,
the particles flickering mind.
Sunday, July 8, 2012
THE FREE TIME
Shake off the colonial spirit and themes of our time.
Free our hearts and minds from colonial enslaved minds.
Colonial living has been with humanity for a long time.
Evolve to be free from the "faith" and "blessing" minds.
It's time for human race to be free from colonial enslaved minds.
Be free from the needy and the greedy minds that breeds the controlling,
fighting, and warring minds.
It is our time. Make it a free time.
Oh, how I wish the dream to turn into a real time, the free time.
Free our hearts and minds from colonial enslaved minds.
Colonial living has been with humanity for a long time.
Evolve to be free from the "faith" and "blessing" minds.
It's time for human race to be free from colonial enslaved minds.
Be free from the needy and the greedy minds that breeds the controlling,
fighting, and warring minds.
It is our time. Make it a free time.
Oh, how I wish the dream to turn into a real time, the free time.
Monday, June 25, 2012
HEART POUNDS
Heart pounds to hear it's sound.
The sound submerged in pollutants of our time.
Heart pounds it's beat in synchronous with the moments,
so it seems.
the mysterious moments of life, love, and it's feat
comes with it's sweets and deceits.
Heart pounds to hear it's sound.
Oh, how I wish the heart to sing, dance, and
keep away from the prance of the controlling and fooling political beasts,
yet I find the freedom slipping away to slime political rhymes to render
security, minimum wage, and a dime.
It is our time when wars had taken a mass murderous incline.
Atom bombs compete with more treacherous killing machines, the human minds.
Heart pounds the mind's sounds in the color triage of thoughts
enslaved by mass media hounds of our time.
Heart pounds, pounds, and pounds in search for it's sound.
The sound submerged in pollutants of our time.
Heart pounds it's beat in synchronous with the moments,
so it seems.
the mysterious moments of life, love, and it's feat
comes with it's sweets and deceits.
Heart pounds to hear it's sound.
Oh, how I wish the heart to sing, dance, and
keep away from the prance of the controlling and fooling political beasts,
yet I find the freedom slipping away to slime political rhymes to render
security, minimum wage, and a dime.
It is our time when wars had taken a mass murderous incline.
Atom bombs compete with more treacherous killing machines, the human minds.
Heart pounds the mind's sounds in the color triage of thoughts
enslaved by mass media hounds of our time.
Heart pounds, pounds, and pounds in search for it's sound.
A Sleepness Night
In the darkness of planetary sight, it is a sleepless night
bringing memories the ones have come and gone by.
The silence is out there in the thickness of forest.
Mind is not silent.
It is a sleepless night.
There is no flight.
There is no plight.
There is no blinding sight.
Nevertheless, it is a sleepless night.
The blinks of eyes,
the heart's beat, and
the thoughts pleats
are keeping pace with heart's beat,
making the night,
a sleepless night synchronous with delights of passing time.
bringing memories the ones have come and gone by.
The silence is out there in the thickness of forest.
Mind is not silent.
It is a sleepless night.
There is no flight.
There is no plight.
There is no blinding sight.
Nevertheless, it is a sleepless night.
The blinks of eyes,
the heart's beat, and
the thoughts pleats
are keeping pace with heart's beat,
making the night,
a sleepless night synchronous with delights of passing time.
Monday, June 18, 2012
THE TIME
Our time is no different than any other times.
A time is the time of all time, nothing but time.
Time has no color, sect, or shrine.
Humanity is born in time, lives in time, and
passes by in time.
Time lives in all time.
Humanity is circling a constant conflicting beating time.
Conflicts of minds, and the conflicts of souls
reflect humanity's uproars, and
the the political whitewash galores.
Middle east burns and turns.
Drones fly and churn.
Europe forgets the economic dark deeds, and
scales and sells the austerity beat.
Rodney King is dead.
The history of brutality simmers, and lives.
It's time, a time, nothing but time.
Conflicts of minds, and the conflicts of souls
live in a time warped rhymes, the time sublime.
A time is the time of all time, nothing but time.
Time has no color, sect, or shrine.
Humanity is born in time, lives in time, and
passes by in time.
Time lives in all time.
Humanity is circling a constant conflicting beating time.
Conflicts of minds, and the conflicts of souls
reflect humanity's uproars, and
the the political whitewash galores.
Middle east burns and turns.
Drones fly and churn.
Europe forgets the economic dark deeds, and
scales and sells the austerity beat.
Rodney King is dead.
The history of brutality simmers, and lives.
It's time, a time, nothing but time.
Conflicts of minds, and the conflicts of souls
live in a time warped rhymes, the time sublime.
Sunday, June 10, 2012
THE PARTICLE SUBLIME
06/05/2012
The particle sublime:
It is a morning bestowed with a smile from the sun.
I am awake to see the sun and it's steps and turns.
Sun had Venus at it's door that had passed the sun's glaze,
giving the sun a rotation fun and the pun.
Sun, Venus, and "the others"
like human imaginations are on a planetary scroll
mapping the universe as it comes and goes.
Planetary scrolls are the folds of life.
Depth of ocean, and the heights of mountains
are life's play of darkness, surface, and the light.
Life is racing and pacing the planetary sight,
moving and stopping at the same time.
Life is not dancing though it may look like.
Life is neither happy nor sad though it may feel like.
Looks and feels are the momentary blips and slips
in planetary clips roasting and coasting the moments of
delights and sadness of minds, making illusions of all kind.
Life is no mystery to life.
Mysteries are the carvings of minds,
the made up minds of thoughts and rhymes.
Life is no mystery to life.
Life is one and all, the particle sublime.
The particle sublime:
It is a morning bestowed with a smile from the sun.
I am awake to see the sun and it's steps and turns.
Sun had Venus at it's door that had passed the sun's glaze,
giving the sun a rotation fun and the pun.
Sun, Venus, and "the others"
like human imaginations are on a planetary scroll
mapping the universe as it comes and goes.
Planetary scrolls are the folds of life.
Depth of ocean, and the heights of mountains
are life's play of darkness, surface, and the light.
Life is racing and pacing the planetary sight,
moving and stopping at the same time.
Life is not dancing though it may look like.
Life is neither happy nor sad though it may feel like.
Looks and feels are the momentary blips and slips
in planetary clips roasting and coasting the moments of
delights and sadness of minds, making illusions of all kind.
Life is no mystery to life.
Mysteries are the carvings of minds,
the made up minds of thoughts and rhymes.
Life is no mystery to life.
Life is one and all, the particle sublime.
The Rules of Universe
The rules and the laws of universe are in constant change.
The rules and the laws of human "laws" remain the same.
The rules of human "laws" are the games in living escapade
to gain power to control, to fool, to school, and to rule.
Gods are made, wars are raged
to keep the humanity controlled and insane
wrapped in religiosity and it's ritual game.
The rules of universe are in constant change.
The rules of human "laws" remain the same.
Why it is so?
So, I thought,
pondered,
wondered, and
then I found.
There was no surprise in here and now.
It is all the minds game,
the mind that has been played by human laws, and it's game.
The rules and the laws of human "laws" remain the same.
The rules of human "laws" are the games in living escapade
to gain power to control, to fool, to school, and to rule.
Gods are made, wars are raged
to keep the humanity controlled and insane
wrapped in religiosity and it's ritual game.
The rules of universe are in constant change.
The rules of human "laws" remain the same.
Why it is so?
So, I thought,
pondered,
wondered, and
then I found.
There was no surprise in here and now.
It is all the minds game,
the mind that has been played by human laws, and it's game.
Saturday, June 2, 2012
Moments
06/02/2012
There is a life after every life's claim.
Ocean runs with all it's fill,
never to stop to thunder or rain.
Seek no gain or fame.
Free your soul from the universe, and it's reign.
There is a life after every life's claim.
Oh, solitude how you ease the pain, and
free the mind to think and feel again.
There is a life after every life's claim.
Sun rises every day never to blink.
Moon stays the course
in a planetary game.
Plains mold the living.
Mountain rise to free the stream.
Ocean runs with all it's fill,
never to stop to thunder or rain.
There is a life after every life's claim.
There is a life after every life's claim.
Ocean runs with all it's fill,
never to stop to thunder or rain.
Seek no gain or fame.
Free your soul from the universe, and it's reign.
There is a life after every life's claim.
Oh, solitude how you ease the pain, and
free the mind to think and feel again.
There is a life after every life's claim.
Sun rises every day never to blink.
Moon stays the course
in a planetary game.
Plains mold the living.
Mountain rise to free the stream.
Ocean runs with all it's fill,
never to stop to thunder or rain.
There is a life after every life's claim.
Tuesday, May 29, 2012
Life's Juggles
Life is what is imagined,
a work of mind so I thought.
The imagination rhymes became
thoughts to grind, and make jokes of all time.
The feel,
the reel,
the squeal,
the control,
the mold,
the creation, and
the destruction
are the works of mind.
There is no reason.
There is no rhyme.
It is all play of mind.
A feel,
a reel,
a squeal,
a control,
a mold,
a creation, and
a destruction
comes to rhyme, and shine,
the juggles of mind.
Justified,
rationalized,
commercialized
to control, and
to exploit the resource of all kind
including the human kind, and
it's mind...the irony of all time.
It's juggle, the imagination......
a making of human mind.
a work of mind so I thought.
The imagination rhymes became
thoughts to grind, and make jokes of all time.
The feel,
the reel,
the squeal,
the control,
the mold,
the creation, and
the destruction
are the works of mind.
There is no reason.
There is no rhyme.
It is all play of mind.
A feel,
a reel,
a squeal,
a control,
a mold,
a creation, and
a destruction
comes to rhyme, and shine,
the juggles of mind.
Justified,
rationalized,
commercialized
to control, and
to exploit the resource of all kind
including the human kind, and
it's mind...the irony of all time.
It's juggle, the imagination......
a making of human mind.
IT WAS A TIME NO OTHER THEN BUT OUR TIME
05/29/2012
There was a time when world's democracies became hostage,
the time of that time was no other then but our time, and
we were sleep walking in our acculturated minds
being robbed by extremists rhymes.
Wars of extremists were raging.
Suicide bombers and drones were the killing machines.
The rule of laws were turning to extreme.
Religious pulpits, senates, and parliaments ideologues were becoming one and the same.
The forms and the shades of colors differed but the paths were alike in the dangerous game.
The rush for control of minds, and the control of planetary resource had taken a new shape
in the name of democracy and freedom game.
The waring dark clouds surrounded.
Democracies were wrapped and bound in leaders colorful words of duplicitous mouths.
Senseless rules of sounds were all around.
The time of that time was no other then but our time.
A time that had shaped the greed into a new high.
It was a consuming time.
It was a polluting time.
It was an Internet time.
It was a prosperous time.
At the same time poverty was at it's new height.
It was an ironic time.
It was no other then but our time,
full of leaders colorful words of duplicitous mouths
had given a new name of waring shame game.
Due process, and the habeas corpus were put aside.
Indefinite detention was in the air.
Plutocracies were ruling the "democracies".
It was a time no other then but our time, and
we were sleep walking in our acculturated minds
being robbed by extremists rhymes.
There was a time when world's democracies became hostage,
the time of that time was no other then but our time, and
we were sleep walking in our acculturated minds
being robbed by extremists rhymes.
Wars of extremists were raging.
Suicide bombers and drones were the killing machines.
The rule of laws were turning to extreme.
Religious pulpits, senates, and parliaments ideologues were becoming one and the same.
The forms and the shades of colors differed but the paths were alike in the dangerous game.
The rush for control of minds, and the control of planetary resource had taken a new shape
in the name of democracy and freedom game.
The waring dark clouds surrounded.
Democracies were wrapped and bound in leaders colorful words of duplicitous mouths.
Senseless rules of sounds were all around.
The time of that time was no other then but our time.
A time that had shaped the greed into a new high.
It was a consuming time.
It was a polluting time.
It was an Internet time.
It was a prosperous time.
At the same time poverty was at it's new height.
It was an ironic time.
It was no other then but our time,
full of leaders colorful words of duplicitous mouths
had given a new name of waring shame game.
Due process, and the habeas corpus were put aside.
Indefinite detention was in the air.
Plutocracies were ruling the "democracies".
It was a time no other then but our time, and
we were sleep walking in our acculturated minds
being robbed by extremists rhymes.
Sunday, May 27, 2012
THINKING IS A NOMADIC GAME
05/27/2012
thinking is a nomadic game.
it comes in varied size and shape.
it moves, and never remains the same.
think and create a class.
think and call it a master race.
think and call it a chosen one's face.
think and wage wars.
think and create bombs.
think and consume.
think and pollute.
think and lie to rule.
think and intellectualize, and
pray to gods.
this is what nomades do
when they are lost in space.
thinking is a nomadic game.
it comes in varied size and shape.
think to be.................
to feel the simmering breeze,
to hear the roaring ocean,
to see the flowering plains, and
the mountain streams.
think, think, and think
to be a free nomadic being,
if it is to be not an egocentric,
consuming, polluting, killing machine.
thinking is a nomadic game.
it comes in varied size and shape.
thinking is a nomadic game.
it comes in varied size and shape.
it moves, and never remains the same.
think and create a class.
think and call it a master race.
think and call it a chosen one's face.
think and wage wars.
think and create bombs.
think and consume.
think and pollute.
think and lie to rule.
think and intellectualize, and
pray to gods.
this is what nomades do
when they are lost in space.
thinking is a nomadic game.
it comes in varied size and shape.
think to be.................
to feel the simmering breeze,
to hear the roaring ocean,
to see the flowering plains, and
the mountain streams.
think, think, and think
to be a free nomadic being,
if it is to be not an egocentric,
consuming, polluting, killing machine.
thinking is a nomadic game.
it comes in varied size and shape.
Friday, May 25, 2012
NIGHT
5/22/2012
It is night.
Silence rules......until
the drops of rain
bring a new mix
into the night's reign.
It is night.
Silence to regain the mind and heart.
No renderings.
Just the drops of rain
breaking the silence.
Forest remains calm.
It is night.
No thoughts, and
no troughs are in sight.
It is night,
cultivating minds
particles
with the rain drops
to awaken
the living
sleep walks in sublime.
It is night.
Silence rules......until
the drops of rain
bring a new mix
into the night's reign.
It is night.
Silence to regain the mind and heart.
No renderings.
Just the drops of rain
breaking the silence.
Forest remains calm.
It is night.
No thoughts, and
no troughs are in sight.
It is night,
cultivating minds
particles
with the rain drops
to awaken
the living
sleep walks in sublime.
NIRVANA
5/25/2012
A good sleep is the living experience of Nirvana.
So, end the flights, and drift into a Nirvanic sleep,
a calling of our time.
A good sleep is the living experience of Nirvana.
So, end the flights, and drift into a Nirvanic sleep,
a calling of our time.
Sunday, May 20, 2012
Facebook, A Cathartic Tool
Every morning, day, evening, and the night
Facebook participants are churning the views, and
keeping themselves occupied.
Facebook is a cathartic tool
in a controlled "democracy" spool.
Computers are buzzing.
Satellites are churning.
Snoopers are busy
to control,
to fool, and
to rule.
Facebook is a cathartic tool
in a controlled "democracy" spool.
Facebook participants are churning the views, and
keeping themselves occupied.
Facebook is a cathartic tool
in a controlled "democracy" spool.
Computers are buzzing.
Satellites are churning.
Snoopers are busy
to control,
to fool, and
to rule.
Facebook is a cathartic tool
in a controlled "democracy" spool.
A REALITY OF OUR TIME
01/01/2012
I struggle and wonder:
how a nation has moved into the indefinite detention and the world of drone
from a world that it has taken to be of education, peace corp, democracy, and freedom?
The world of indefinite detention and the drone surrounds the humanity.
Is it by design? or Is it a passing nightmare,
a fluke, and an error of our time?.
I struggle, wonder, and scream.
Hoping that it is a dream,
a singular frail mind's making to cover
it's insecure renderings in a passing time.
I struggled, screamed, and fell asleep.
Morning sun, and the pleasant breeze
awakened me to a new day.
I am awakened to feel and listen to news.
I am awakened to read, and to be in tune.
It did not take long
for the nightmares to
sprung, surround, and
hung around.
My mind says in a convincing tone:
it is a world of indefinite detention,
it is a world of drone, and
it is what it is: a made up warring game by design
to control the humanity
to spread the plutocracy
under the guise of
democracy, freedom, and
human rights.
It is a sad reality of our time.
I listen to my heart, brain, and mind
in search for a shining start
to make the world of drone and the indefinite detention
nothing but a blunder of a passing time, and a fluke of our time.
it is not a fluke renders the heart.
it is not an error says the brain.
it is by design says the mind.
it is to control the media and the minds,
to keep humanity in fear, enslaved, and occupied.
It is a time to make humanity to drift in fantasy sublime
to forget the waring crimes, and to live
in a culture of designers shows and rhymes, and
be entertained day and night by the media "comedians" of our time.
To sooth the pains of life: there are positive psychology entertainments
of all kinds.
It is no other time.
It is our time.
I struggle and wonder:
how a nation has moved into the indefinite detention and the world of drone
from a world that it has taken to be of education, peace corp, democracy, and freedom?
The world of indefinite detention and the drone surrounds the humanity.
Is it by design? or Is it a passing nightmare,
a fluke, and an error of our time?.
I struggle, wonder, and scream.
Hoping that it is a dream,
a singular frail mind's making to cover
it's insecure renderings in a passing time.
I struggled, screamed, and fell asleep.
Morning sun, and the pleasant breeze
awakened me to a new day.
I am awakened to feel and listen to news.
I am awakened to read, and to be in tune.
It did not take long
for the nightmares to
sprung, surround, and
hung around.
My mind says in a convincing tone:
it is a world of indefinite detention,
it is a world of drone, and
it is what it is: a made up warring game by design
to control the humanity
to spread the plutocracy
under the guise of
democracy, freedom, and
human rights.
It is a sad reality of our time.
I listen to my heart, brain, and mind
in search for a shining start
to make the world of drone and the indefinite detention
nothing but a blunder of a passing time, and a fluke of our time.
it is not a fluke renders the heart.
it is not an error says the brain.
it is by design says the mind.
it is to control the media and the minds,
to keep humanity in fear, enslaved, and occupied.
It is a time to make humanity to drift in fantasy sublime
to forget the waring crimes, and to live
in a culture of designers shows and rhymes, and
be entertained day and night by the media "comedians" of our time.
To sooth the pains of life: there are positive psychology entertainments
of all kinds.
It is no other time.
It is our time.
Sunday, May 13, 2012
Dusty Grains
Dusty grains mixed in rain
are blowing while life is rowing.
rowing it is at it's pace in haste.
there is no slowing.
It is nothing but a star gaze.
life's rains are making the dusty living strains
the foolish games of schooled brain, and
acculturated strain plastered with chemicals, and
social pollution rains.
set free from life's drains, and rowe
at your pace, and not to slow.
life is to glow in the planetary space.
so I thought
until I met the day in the rain that turn into a star gaze.
are blowing while life is rowing.
rowing it is at it's pace in haste.
there is no slowing.
It is nothing but a star gaze.
life's rains are making the dusty living strains
the foolish games of schooled brain, and
acculturated strain plastered with chemicals, and
social pollution rains.
set free from life's drains, and rowe
at your pace, and not to slow.
life is to glow in the planetary space.
so I thought
until I met the day in the rain that turn into a star gaze.
The Pun
I lost the fun and the pun wondering what it could be
that makes the world run, spun, and turn.
It is a rainy yet a calm day, and
I moved to bring the fun, and the pun
back into the play.
I thought, and thought, and thought until
thought became a thoughtless clay.
I stopped thinking, and
there I found the fun, and the pun in play.
that makes the world run, spun, and turn.
It is a rainy yet a calm day, and
I moved to bring the fun, and the pun
back into the play.
I thought, and thought, and thought until
thought became a thoughtless clay.
I stopped thinking, and
there I found the fun, and the pun in play.
Saturday, May 12, 2012
A Puff of Air
05/12/2012
Calm
There is no wind blowing.
Every plant and leaves are still.
Suddenly a puff of air touches a tree.
Forest moves
Birds fly
Ground Hog finds it's ways
Hawk dives, and returns to sky
A patch of cloud moves to guide
It is a day in Adirondack
The blue sky backs the green with glee.
It is all here what is to be.
Sunday, April 29, 2012
Today
Today.
what is to say to this day
when we say Today.
Do we mean to say something to the day, or
it is a talk means not what we say?
today is a day
nothing but a day.
it comes everyday.
sun shines or gives it's way
to rain,
to thunder, or
to a stormy day.
nevertheless, it is a day......
nothing but a day.
a tea making day.
a flower setting day.
a ground hog day.
a duck swimming day.
a geese stopping day.
a deer walking day.
a phone call day.
a Wal Street day.
a positive talk illusion day.
it is a Mitt Romney day.
it is a Barack Obama day.
it is a political double talk day.
it is a drone's day.
it is a IMS resource grabbing day.
it is a freedom loosing day.
what else is new?
it is a day, and
it comes everyday.
so, if I have nothingto say to the day
I call it a day, not To...day.
what is to say to this day
when we say Today.
Do we mean to say something to the day, or
it is a talk means not what we say?
today is a day
nothing but a day.
it comes everyday.
sun shines or gives it's way
to rain,
to thunder, or
to a stormy day.
nevertheless, it is a day......
nothing but a day.
a tea making day.
a flower setting day.
a ground hog day.
a duck swimming day.
a geese stopping day.
a deer walking day.
a phone call day.
a Wal Street day.
a positive talk illusion day.
it is a Mitt Romney day.
it is a Barack Obama day.
it is a political double talk day.
it is a drone's day.
it is a IMS resource grabbing day.
it is a freedom loosing day.
what else is new?
it is a day, and
it comes everyday.
so, if I have nothingto say to the day
I call it a day, not To...day.
IT IS AN ELECTION YEAR
04/07/2012
it is an election year
news, views, and stooge
are everywhere.
airways are filled.
highways are packed with
rows of coming and going.
what a confused group
nothing doing
just coming and going.
minds are polluted.
presidents are saluted
to fool, control, and rule.
what a doing......
wars are waged.
morals are staged.
narratives are made
to fool, control, and rule.
it is an election year.
what else to say.......
it is an election year
news, views, and stooge
are everywhere.
airways are filled.
highways are packed with
rows of coming and going.
what a confused group
nothing doing
just coming and going.
minds are polluted.
presidents are saluted
to fool, control, and rule.
what a doing......
wars are waged.
morals are staged.
narratives are made
to fool, control, and rule.
it is an election year.
what else to say.......
Monday, April 9, 2012
Human Life, Living, And It's Mysteries
02/25/2012
Curiosity is the nucleus of soul.
Mysteries lead the ways to be behold.
Mysteries are mysterious, and are unknown.
So we are told.
Curiosity takes hold, and looks at mysteries in time.
Mysteries of unknown have been explored by the evolving human minds.
Mysteries of unknown are defined by the confines of human minds.
The rest is the history of human lives political drama of power and control
in the name of survival of the living human soul.
The complexity of survival, and the complexity of livings are
made complex in proportion to the fears of unknown created or otherwise in human lives.
Fears are exploited.
Gods are created to justify and control.
Wars are waged.
Empires are built in the name of Gods just like ever before.
Human life, living, and it's mysteries are not mysteries anymore.
Sun has shown it's face
Life is saved for now from being defaced
Living has it's pace set by empires and their "grace".
Mysteries are not mysterious anymore.
It's the game of political power and control sojourn
taking it's turn in time.
There is no reason to whine.
Take a glass of wine, and not be fooled
by the "mysterious" defines of our time controlling human soul and mind.
Curiosity is the nucleus of soul.
Mysteries are unfold.
Be bold, and
take hold of your mind, and the soul.
Curiosity is the nucleus of soul.
Mysteries lead the ways to be behold.
Mysteries are mysterious, and are unknown.
So we are told.
Curiosity takes hold, and looks at mysteries in time.
Mysteries of unknown have been explored by the evolving human minds.
Mysteries of unknown are defined by the confines of human minds.
The rest is the history of human lives political drama of power and control
in the name of survival of the living human soul.
The complexity of survival, and the complexity of livings are
made complex in proportion to the fears of unknown created or otherwise in human lives.
Fears are exploited.
Gods are created to justify and control.
Wars are waged.
Empires are built in the name of Gods just like ever before.
Human life, living, and it's mysteries are not mysteries anymore.
Sun has shown it's face
Life is saved for now from being defaced
Living has it's pace set by empires and their "grace".
Mysteries are not mysterious anymore.
It's the game of political power and control sojourn
taking it's turn in time.
There is no reason to whine.
Take a glass of wine, and not be fooled
by the "mysterious" defines of our time controlling human soul and mind.
Curiosity is the nucleus of soul.
Mysteries are unfold.
Be bold, and
take hold of your mind, and the soul.
Saturday, April 7, 2012
A SATURDAY THOUGHT ON LIFE
04/07/2012
life has been
socialized,
dramatized,
criminalized,
politicized,
commercialized,
hypnotized,
romanticized,
sanitized,
spiritualized,
justified,
rationalized,
glamorized
to sniff, snip, snit, and
snort.
there is nothing to host.
life is all hokes.
full of pokes, and
jokes.
life is a day time soap, and
a night time dope
life is a breath of fresh air
for a mountain goat
to sniff, snip, snit, and snort to
free from the day time soap, and
the night time dope.
life is a hope
for a die heart dope
to cope.
life has been
socialized,
dramatized,
criminalized,
politicized,
commercialized,
hypnotized,
romanticized,
sanitized,
spiritualized,
justified,
rationalized,
glamorized
to sniff, snip, snit, and
snort.
there is nothing to host.
life is all hokes.
full of pokes, and
jokes.
life is a day time soap, and
a night time dope
life is a breath of fresh air
for a mountain goat
to sniff, snip, snit, and snort to
free from the day time soap, and
the night time dope.
life is a hope
for a die heart dope
to cope.
Saturday, March 31, 2012
An Illusion Of Mind.
03/25/2012
The days go by in a timeless wonder.
I live and wonder as moments pass by.
there is no time to seek thy, an illusion of mind.
the spring is here.
the sky is clear.
the heart is cheer.
the days go by in a timeless wonder.
there is no time to seek thy, an illusion of mind.
thoughts capture what is around, and
find nothing but thoughtless sounds.
the days go by in a panorama of dramas.
there are no karmas.
there are no dharmas.
it is all the world's dramas to seek the reprieve
from a senseless living spree.
the days go by in a timeless wonder.
there is no time to seek thy, an illusion of mind.
The days go by in a timeless wonder.
I live and wonder as moments pass by.
there is no time to seek thy, an illusion of mind.
the spring is here.
the sky is clear.
the heart is cheer.
the days go by in a timeless wonder.
there is no time to seek thy, an illusion of mind.
thoughts capture what is around, and
find nothing but thoughtless sounds.
the days go by in a panorama of dramas.
there are no karmas.
there are no dharmas.
it is all the world's dramas to seek the reprieve
from a senseless living spree.
the days go by in a timeless wonder.
there is no time to seek thy, an illusion of mind.
Thursday, February 16, 2012
Occupy Wall Street
Occupy Wall Street is a symbol.
It is not a leaderless.
It is a leader of thoughts and minds.
It is a symbol that awakens the mind.
It is what frightens the plutocrats, and
their agents the democrats, and the republicans alike.
It is not a leaderless.
It is a leader of thoughts and minds.
It is a symbol that awakens the mind.
It is what frightens the plutocrats, and
their agents the democrats, and the republicans alike.
Tuesday, February 14, 2012
Miracles
We are the miracles of our time.
making bombs of all kind.
preaching ideologies that kills the thinking mind.
feeding nutrients that destroys the soul in time.
we are the killing machines of all time.
It's paper money time.
It's money making time.
It's time to enslave the human resource time.
It's time to destroy the planet climate time.
It's the austerity time.
At the same time,
it's the big yacht prosperity time.
It's the schooling and fooling time.
It's the Monsanto time.
It's the chemistry of killing chemical time.
It's the public relations propaganda time.
It's the brain washing time.
It's the dividing, ruling, and warring time.
It's a white wash time.
It's public relations time.
It's fooling and commercial time.
It's feel good time.
It's show biz time.
It's consuming time.
We are the "miracles" of our time:
making bombs of all kind.
preaching ideologies that kills the thinking mind.
feeding nutrients that destroys the soul in time.
We are making science and destroying it at the same time.
We are convoluted mind of our time.
I am hoping that spring will come in time
to fill some sense in human mind.
making bombs of all kind.
preaching ideologies that kills the thinking mind.
feeding nutrients that destroys the soul in time.
we are the killing machines of all time.
It's paper money time.
It's money making time.
It's time to enslave the human resource time.
It's time to destroy the planet climate time.
It's the austerity time.
At the same time,
it's the big yacht prosperity time.
It's the schooling and fooling time.
It's the Monsanto time.
It's the chemistry of killing chemical time.
It's the public relations propaganda time.
It's the brain washing time.
It's the dividing, ruling, and warring time.
It's a white wash time.
It's public relations time.
It's fooling and commercial time.
It's feel good time.
It's show biz time.
It's consuming time.
We are the "miracles" of our time:
making bombs of all kind.
preaching ideologies that kills the thinking mind.
feeding nutrients that destroys the soul in time.
We are making science and destroying it at the same time.
We are convoluted mind of our time.
I am hoping that spring will come in time
to fill some sense in human mind.
Tuesday, January 31, 2012
Particles Dance
It's the intrigue of differing precepts, perceptions, and the values
guiding, controlling, ruling, and molding the living.
There is nothing in the living that makes anyone free from the
intrigues of precepts, perceptions, and the values of living.
.
The seekers of freedom, and
the givers of wisdom.
are the intrigues of precepts, perceptions, and the values.
The dharma,
the karma, and
the intellect drama
are the games
of the living.
Set free from the living, and
the particles shall be free from the conjunctions of living.
Nirvana is free.
All the rest of the preaching and the living is the game of the willing, and
not so willing, and their intrigues of differing
precepts, perceptions, and the values of living.
The dance,
the songs,
the pleasures, and the
mourns are the livings
roams in the winds of every song, and
in the moves of every dance.
Live, sing, and dance, and
set free from the living prance
in the embrace of wind,
the particles dance.
guiding, controlling, ruling, and molding the living.
There is nothing in the living that makes anyone free from the
intrigues of precepts, perceptions, and the values of living.
.
The seekers of freedom, and
the givers of wisdom.
are the intrigues of precepts, perceptions, and the values.
The dharma,
the karma, and
the intellect drama
are the games
of the living.
Set free from the living, and
the particles shall be free from the conjunctions of living.
Nirvana is free.
All the rest of the preaching and the living is the game of the willing, and
not so willing, and their intrigues of differing
precepts, perceptions, and the values of living.
The dance,
the songs,
the pleasures, and the
mourns are the livings
roams in the winds of every song, and
in the moves of every dance.
Live, sing, and dance, and
set free from the living prance
in the embrace of wind,
the particles dance.
Friday, January 13, 2012
Humanity Is Ruled, And Caged
there is something wrong.
when the rule of laws require that:
protesters against wars to be hand cuffed, and arrested;
war crimes to be covered, and protected; and
freedom to be controlled and restricted.
there is something wrong.
Humanity has seen such rule of laws before, and
continues to witness such laws grounded even more.
there is something wrong.
humanity is ruled, and caged.
some are caged in mortgage folds.
some are caged in prison strolls.
some are caged in ideologue rolls.
some are caged in poverty, and
left to bemoan.
some are caged in gold, and
are behold.
some are caged in rule of laws
for empires to hold, and mold.
there is something wrong.
elected leaders sell their soul
at the alter of Wall Street fold.
psychologist join CIA to
rationalize the torture mold.
there is something wrong.
humanity is ruled and caged..
WE ARE THE WITNESS OF OUR TIME.
when the rule of laws require that:
protesters against wars to be hand cuffed, and arrested;
war crimes to be covered, and protected; and
freedom to be controlled and restricted.
there is something wrong.
Humanity has seen such rule of laws before, and
continues to witness such laws grounded even more.
there is something wrong.
humanity is ruled, and caged.
some are caged in mortgage folds.
some are caged in prison strolls.
some are caged in ideologue rolls.
some are caged in poverty, and
left to bemoan.
some are caged in gold, and
are behold.
some are caged in rule of laws
for empires to hold, and mold.
there is something wrong.
elected leaders sell their soul
at the alter of Wall Street fold.
psychologist join CIA to
rationalize the torture mold.
there is something wrong.
humanity is ruled and caged..
WE ARE THE WITNESS OF OUR TIME.
Saturday, January 7, 2012
The Politics of Statehood
Politics of statehood are run by the lying machines
called presidents, prime ministers, congress, parliaments, and the likes
to spread the destructive waring disease
to inflict human mind with "patriotic" creep
to fool, control, and rule
with monetary tool.
Blessed are the Banks, the IMS, and the likes
enjoying the profit spikes, and
lobbying the presidents, prime ministers, congress, parliaments, and the likes
to spread the "patriotic" creeps, and the destructive waring disease
so they can rebuild and mortgage the losers with the money, the funny game.
Humanity has entrapped itself with the self inflicted pain
with psychotic statehood reign.
called presidents, prime ministers, congress, parliaments, and the likes
to spread the destructive waring disease
to inflict human mind with "patriotic" creep
to fool, control, and rule
with monetary tool.
Blessed are the Banks, the IMS, and the likes
enjoying the profit spikes, and
lobbying the presidents, prime ministers, congress, parliaments, and the likes
to spread the "patriotic" creeps, and the destructive waring disease
so they can rebuild and mortgage the losers with the money, the funny game.
Humanity has entrapped itself with the self inflicted pain
with psychotic statehood reign.
No Reasons And No Rhymes
the flowers
the fragrance
the love of life
the divine
the sublime
the particles of mind
just write:
what comes to mind.
no reasons, and no rhymes
no prayers, and no crimes
just write:
what comes to mind.
not for critic
not for history
not for grammar, and
not for dime
just write:
what comes to mind.
the liberty that enshrines
to fill the hearts and minds, or
lack thereof that enslaves the minds.
just write:
what comes to mind.
the flowers
the fragrance
the love of life
the divine
the sublime
the particles of mind.
just write:
what comes to mind.
the fragrance
the love of life
the divine
the sublime
the particles of mind
just write:
what comes to mind.
no reasons, and no rhymes
no prayers, and no crimes
just write:
what comes to mind.
not for critic
not for history
not for grammar, and
not for dime
just write:
what comes to mind.
the liberty that enshrines
to fill the hearts and minds, or
lack thereof that enslaves the minds.
just write:
what comes to mind.
the flowers
the fragrance
the love of life
the divine
the sublime
the particles of mind.
just write:
what comes to mind.
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