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.
Tuesday, May 29, 2012
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.
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