Welcome to my blog. I thank you for reading my poems, poetries, stories, and whatever comes to mind. Poems, poetries, stories, and whatever comes to mind are unedited writings of ideas, and the feelings. I publish them without making any changes for my readers to read them in their primal form. I would like the readers to revisit to read, if they wish, and experience the evolution of the poem, poetry, story, and whatever comes to mind. Readers comments, and perspectives are welcome.
Saturday, December 28, 2013
Saturday, September 21, 2013
TIME
Time is a funny and a strange thing, if it is of anything.
It is a wobbling universe, if it is of anything.
Life is a short dangling thing, if it is of anything.
Life in a wobbling universe is what it is: a wobble, if it is of anything.
Life and the livings are never aligned, if they are of anything..
Whatever it is, if it is of anything.
Life ends as it has been ending in a forever time, if it is of anything.
Time is a funny, and a strange thing, if it is of anything.
It is a wobbling universe, if it is of anything.
Life is a short dangling thing, if it is of anything.
Life in a wobbling universe is what it is: a wobble, if it is of anything.
Life and the livings are never aligned, if they are of anything..
Whatever it is, if it is of anything.
Life ends as it has been ending in a forever time, if it is of anything.
Time is a funny, and a strange thing, if it is of anything.
Saturday, September 7, 2013
Abrogate Thoughts
Words are smashing
to abrogate thoughts.
Life is
making it's pace in a paceless place
in a thoughtless race
like a stone
shinning
in a sunny
sprinkling
mesh
to abase
the connect
in a planetary
debase,
a thoughtless trace.
The matters
are scattered
around
making
sounds
to abound
for a meaning
in a meaningless
world of
warring, and
consuming
clowns.
Words are smashing
in a meaningless
thoughtless sound.
to abrogate thoughts.
Life is
making it's pace in a paceless place
in a thoughtless race
like a stone
shinning
in a sunny
sprinkling
mesh
to abase
the connect
in a planetary
debase,
a thoughtless trace.
The matters
are scattered
around
making
sounds
to abound
for a meaning
in a meaningless
world of
warring, and
consuming
clowns.
Words are smashing
in a meaningless
thoughtless sound.
Monday, July 22, 2013
The Beauty Lost
there was a time
the beauty of ocean and it's misty sprays were plentiful.
the land and it's prairies were wide and open.
the springs, the bogs, the marsh, the lakes, and the rivers were alive and clean.
the hills, the mountains, and the peaks shined.
times change, and the fracking came
the oil pipe ran through the heartland turning the beauty of the land
into dark, dusty, murky spew.
it was a money game that killed the ocean and the plain.
the time was no other time than our time, the beginning of the end time.
the beauty of ocean and it's misty sprays were plentiful.
the land and it's prairies were wide and open.
the springs, the bogs, the marsh, the lakes, and the rivers were alive and clean.
the hills, the mountains, and the peaks shined.
times change, and the fracking came
the oil pipe ran through the heartland turning the beauty of the land
into dark, dusty, murky spew.
it was a money game that killed the ocean and the plain.
the time was no other time than our time, the beginning of the end time.
Sunday, July 14, 2013
Silence
Beyond words, and beyond any say?
What can I say when I am in wobbling sleep, and in disarray?
Matters wobble and sway in a wobbling disarray.
There is nothing that matters beyond the matters streaks and sway.
So, what else can I say when I am in wobbling sleep, and in disarray......
Wobbling in matters of disarray, beyond words, and beyond any say.
What can I say when I am in wobbling sleep, and in disarray?
Matters wobble and sway in a wobbling disarray.
There is nothing that matters beyond the matters streaks and sway.
So, what else can I say when I am in wobbling sleep, and in disarray......
Wobbling in matters of disarray, beyond words, and beyond any say.
Friday, June 21, 2013
History in Real Time
There was a time, and the time was no other time but our time.
Emperors, Kings, and Sultans had new faces.
Plutocracy had established it's place.
Democracy and freedom were the names of the game
Corporate might controlled the democracy and freedom reign
Democracy and freedom were the names to fool, control, and to rule,
to spread the plutocracy in the name of freedom and democracy.
There were global spy masters riding internet hi wires.
Democracy kept the masses in control.
Freedom and democracy were neither free nor liberated.
People were enslaved by "freedom" and "democracy" reign
Humanity was conditioned and controlled in every game, and in every name.
There was a time, and the time was no other time but our time.
Emperors, Kings, and Sultans had new faces.
Plutocracy had established it's place.
Democracy and freedom were the names of the game
Corporate might controlled the democracy and freedom reign
Democracy and freedom were the names to fool, control, and to rule,
to spread the plutocracy in the name of freedom and democracy.
There were global spy masters riding internet hi wires.
Democracy kept the masses in control.
Freedom and democracy were neither free nor liberated.
People were enslaved by "freedom" and "democracy" reign
Humanity was conditioned and controlled in every game, and in every name.
There was a time, and the time was no other time but our time.
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