Matters Matter

the brains and the hearts are life's technocrats.
it is not the brain, and it is not the heart that matters in life's race.
the brains, the hearts, and the rest of the body parts are the translucent molecules,
the matters substrate, an over rated human minds gaits and the grits.

human minds presumptions of brains and the hearts fly high
as human minds self medicate with the minds wobbling living games of aptitudes
in a world of refined cosmetic servitude.

the matters movements are spreading and making the way into the space sway.
the gaiety and the conflicts of minds are the matters cannery
spiking, conjuring the meaninglessness into the nothingness.

Matters curves, and the moves are simple and oblique:
no histories, no aptitudes, and no servitudes.........

All there is that matters are the matters.

Moments in Dismay: The Destiny of Planetary Sway

what is to say?
it is all in dismay
the thoughts, and
the feelings race
like a racing river
rushed by a storm
in dismay to find it's way.

it is night by the river side
the dark shroud covers the space
what is to say?
it is all in dismay

the lightening in the sky
brightens momentarily
to clear the dark shroud covering the sky
only to fall back in the darkness of night
what is to say?
it is all in dismay

in the darkness of night
the sight is nothing but blind
nothing to look in front or in hind
suddenly a deep desire comes from inside
ruffles the senses
awakens the mind, a reprieve from the blind side
what is to say?
it is too is all in dismay
as senses and the minds are coiled, roiled, and acculturated away
before they blossom to live and play.

moments in dismay are passing away as sparks of light making their way
rendering nothing into nothingness as they themselves wonder in dismay.
it is what it is, the destiny of planetary sway.

A Dreamy Night

I was asleep...........
a dream approached and awakened my senses
took me away from the daily ideologues rampaged
into the space where the matters matter as the universe sputters and grows.

the universe, a matter's ravine is scaling the space.
my senses in awe swirled in a rapid moving terrain, and
what I saw were matters full of lights forming in expanding space
it was a chaotic race...... yet it had a pace........
my imagination intertwined with thoughts and spine to pace
with matters racing in a planetary race....

then I found myself in a flowing river, and
I am rowing over the forming rapids......
the fresh water spattered over my face,
an eagle flies by through the mountainous terrain, and
I am rowing away with river's foaming grain.........

the sun pierced into my eyes, and I was awakened to a new conscious day.....
thinking about the space, the river, and the eagle....all for the name sake
the radio blasts a commercial on PBS, an ironic spade
oh, I am awakened again to a rampaging ideologues game....

Gaming Terrain

hearts are throbbing and desires are coiled
minds are acculturated, masked, and roiled
the drama of living sputters, and clutters....

the rivers flow with glow from the mountain top
the valley awaits the river's descend with no stop
in a glassy watery pieces the river makes it's pass
in bits
in tits
in grains
touching the surface and the rain......

beneath the surface lies the volcanic, trembling earth plates
drifting, moving, and changing the terrain
it is never, ever, remains the same in an expanding universe game.

my tearful eyes are seeing the warring cruelty of hearts and minds,
the egoist cuddling filled with the rumblings underneath are sharp as a knife.
the humanity's surface games manifest it's fears beneath.

the hearts desires are coiled
the minds are acculturated, masked, and roiled
the drama of living sputters, and clutters
with every coming and going of living terrain,
a junket of living comes covered with flowers for the show
since humanity has no flowers of it's own.

the arts
the theaters
the Golden Globes,
are the glassy glitters of pomp and shows
hiding beneath the slithering,
the contemptuous human "souls"

the hearts desires are coiled
the minds are acculturated, masked, and roiled.

the politics of living is what it is,
a living games of talks and shows to seek the power and control.
the power and the control are the games, the surreal games
to control the egos of insecure human living souls,
a mirage of hope is bestowed to cover and to cope with the slithering living
covered in camouflage of human cultured civilizations to the core.

the hearts desires are coiled.
the minds are acculturated, masked, and roiled.

Ideologue

I sleep in a world of multiple shooting stars
cell body is restless and tired
the sweat, and the heart beat mingle in a
bacterial and viral living to seek an ironic rest.

I am awake and mind's perceptions cringe
as the doll drums of life swings, and
the warring games spread.
the recession holds tight as humanity struggles and fight
for it's survival.
the Wall Street profits rise, and
the extremists fight, kill, and die
nothing has changed
humanity is divided, and the ideologues fight for their might

Human Demise

birds fly up in the sky to glide into the air mass to play.
humans fly up in the sky to ride, pollute, and degrade.
it is the matter of the air mass that sustain life.
life is not sustainable without the matter mass.

the mass is being destroyed by the human adventure,
a suicidal act of human fossil fuel venture.
is it an evolutionary drama? or
a madness drama?

my heart pounds
pumps the natures sound
the matters delight.

I breath the polluted air
my body mass is covered with the polluted mass
the heart sputters
loses the nature's sound and the delight
humanity is faced with it's own pollution plight

birds are still flying.
for how long will they fly in a polluted air mass before they die, and
leave humanity to succumb in it's pollution creation demise.

I Am Numb

I am numb in space rhyme.
roaring mind slumps in crumbs.
immortal time watches
the change in forms.
the chatter on earth grinds
the meaningless rhyme.

wars of savages rages.
the acts of wars are justified.
morals of wars are rationalized.
I am numb in space rhyme.
the knowing, the feeling, and the blinks of eyes
cover the numbness in space rhyme in moments of time.

the rain sputters the ground.
the cool air takes turns and makes round.
the living moves and cues in senseless warring craze.
the cool air becomes colder to display it's anger
to freeze in heat the ravaging warring fleet.

the roaring mind slumps in crumbs.
I am numb.