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.
Monday, June 25, 2012
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.
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