Insecurity and the desire to control, the sickness of human soul, playing around like a seesaw, while the living sickness is creating the deathly jigsaw.
The crammer of arguments are cramming in the dirt ridden beautified rationalized justified straw hold of sickening living.
All the havingssssss are nothing but lost in Galaxy for some other day in time to formulate to make the life again, a serene living.
The goodness that shows like serene beauty are sprinkles clouded by the sickness seesaw, and the deathly jigsaw.
All waiting to evolve some day....... to a new dawn ......when a new fawn will stroll the planet in fearless stroll to hold the serenity of living to which it belong, and has been waiting for long.
Friday, October 10, 2008
Saturday, October 4, 2008
How To Save And Cure From Inflicted Pain Not Of Yours?
How to save, and cure from inflicted pain not of yours?
The living with xenophobic pain with bloody stain should not be the destiny of human race.
It is though hovering in coverings of religiosity, and gods with no mercy, yet mercy in name to cover the cruelty inflicted in each case.
The human race, hijacked by the ignoramus moral mongers, and good doers... in the name of nation, religion, and gods in haste.
How to save, and cure from inflicted pain not of yours? Not of yours, not of yours, not of yours,........ and not let it be yours.
The living with xenophobic pain with bloody stain should not be the destiny of human race.
It is though hovering in coverings of religiosity, and gods with no mercy, yet mercy in name to cover the cruelty inflicted in each case.
The human race, hijacked by the ignoramus moral mongers, and good doers... in the name of nation, religion, and gods in haste.
How to save, and cure from inflicted pain not of yours? Not of yours, not of yours, not of yours,........ and not let it be yours.
Celebrate With Joy Every Moment Of Life As It Has Never Been Before
Lift the smile to shine ever more; bring joy....not shallow chatters and the clutters that clogs the mind; Let the sound of serene feelings exemplify life, and more.
The ambivalence, cramped voices with noises are distractions keeping away from the jest of living, the love, the care, and more.
Sing and dance to every moment of living, cravings, and happenings to erase sadness and sorrow, and more.
Release the shackles of bestowed miseries, and celebrate with joy every moments of life evermore.
The ambivalence, cramped voices with noises are distractions keeping away from the jest of living, the love, the care, and more.
Sing and dance to every moment of living, cravings, and happenings to erase sadness and sorrow, and more.
Release the shackles of bestowed miseries, and celebrate with joy every moments of life evermore.
Friday, October 3, 2008
Freedom And The Populous
The streak of life, the cosmic ray, and the blowing wind ramble, scramble, and dust up the sky.
The game of light, sound, and swirling wind to captulate the whim is to fulfill the living, and let not the desire sly.
The mysteries of life are hidden volcanic lifting, surging, moving, and cooling desire of freedom to break free to fly.
Freedom is a property now, bound, and imprisoned by the Statehood of power and control; Freedom is kept in vault, and converted into privilege currency to be bestowed, bargained, and traded for a living mirage under the sky.
The paradoxical irony surrounds freedom which is not free anymore.
Freedom is a slogan to entice the populous; Populous oblige, and sacrifice for those who control their freedom all the more.
The game of light, sound, and swirling wind to captulate the whim is to fulfill the living, and let not the desire sly.
The mysteries of life are hidden volcanic lifting, surging, moving, and cooling desire of freedom to break free to fly.
Freedom is a property now, bound, and imprisoned by the Statehood of power and control; Freedom is kept in vault, and converted into privilege currency to be bestowed, bargained, and traded for a living mirage under the sky.
The paradoxical irony surrounds freedom which is not free anymore.
Freedom is a slogan to entice the populous; Populous oblige, and sacrifice for those who control their freedom all the more.
Wednesday, October 1, 2008
Mysteries Tormenting Life
Mystery!... tell me who are you? The pain inflicted by you are pierced deep inside; curtail your venom; go on your way; peace may render you the sway; the secrets that you carry are of no avail.
Can you reveal a glimpse? tell whatever it may carry, dark or varied color reverie; fill the heart with relief, rather savor the relentless painful trail.
There is no spiritual command against the revelation of mystery design; So, oh mysterious mystery... come, and reveal; squeal; tell all, why and how the mysterious happenings destroy life.
Seasons bring change in wind, color, and earthly fragrance making life a joy; why can't mysteries tormenting the heart and mind change, reveal, and rejuvenate life.
Are tortures, and torments just the part of living a life? difficult to believe, yet it is conceive... life suffers torments, and in great strife.
The religious mysteries crucifix justify the torment which in itself is torturous strife inflicted in life.
Life must not be tortures, tormented, and full with senseless strife; let the earthly fragrance, the fall colors, and the spring rejuvenate what it is, a life.
Can you reveal a glimpse? tell whatever it may carry, dark or varied color reverie; fill the heart with relief, rather savor the relentless painful trail.
There is no spiritual command against the revelation of mystery design; So, oh mysterious mystery... come, and reveal; squeal; tell all, why and how the mysterious happenings destroy life.
Seasons bring change in wind, color, and earthly fragrance making life a joy; why can't mysteries tormenting the heart and mind change, reveal, and rejuvenate life.
Are tortures, and torments just the part of living a life? difficult to believe, yet it is conceive... life suffers torments, and in great strife.
The religious mysteries crucifix justify the torment which in itself is torturous strife inflicted in life.
Life must not be tortures, tormented, and full with senseless strife; let the earthly fragrance, the fall colors, and the spring rejuvenate what it is, a life.
Humanity
The lost of humanity to jungle tyrants, to feudal lords, to kings and emperors, to modern political shenanigans, and Wall street streakers is a social evolution in of itself portrayal of how weak humanity continues to be.
The political campaign, the big planes, and over taxing populous for wall street streakers is the name of the game offered for thee.
Populous is kept drunkard by the day, by the night, and by every conceivable sight by over powering wall street streaker media to which populous is equally responsible as it continues to cling, and drink what is offered to thee.
Wake up, change the game, and spread humanity for learning, loving, and evolving for a change.
The control of wall street streakers, and it's collaborators is deep, and covers a long range.
Lest not get into the wall street game, should you desire the freedom for a change.
The political campaign, the big planes, and over taxing populous for wall street streakers is the name of the game offered for thee.
Populous is kept drunkard by the day, by the night, and by every conceivable sight by over powering wall street streaker media to which populous is equally responsible as it continues to cling, and drink what is offered to thee.
Wake up, change the game, and spread humanity for learning, loving, and evolving for a change.
The control of wall street streakers, and it's collaborators is deep, and covers a long range.
Lest not get into the wall street game, should you desire the freedom for a change.
Beauties Plastered In Estel Laural Coral
Oh' the heart wrenching beauties with soft bodies, and mystic looks have gone to the hard core fighting show ball.
The rest are either wrapped in models of Barbe dolls, or are covered, and plastered in Estel Laural coral.
The walks, the talks, sounds like boot camp Sargent call; no looks except glaring restless eyes lost in plastic snarl.
The craving for the soul soothing dreams must wait until the plastic drama comes to stall.
The rest are either wrapped in models of Barbe dolls, or are covered, and plastered in Estel Laural coral.
The walks, the talks, sounds like boot camp Sargent call; no looks except glaring restless eyes lost in plastic snarl.
The craving for the soul soothing dreams must wait until the plastic drama comes to stall.
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