It is Obama "make sure" time.
It is "humanitarian" bomb time.
It is unipolar "free market" time.
It is global empire time.
Symphony of life struggles
in the sickness of our "make sure" time.
Pretexts are turned on.
It is review of war sports time.
It is shuffling of security team time.
It is "make sure" time.
A waring time of our time
stolen from the living time
wrapped in "make sure" time.
Sunday, May 1, 2011
Royal Wedding of Our Time
It is a Royal wedding time.
Feudal Raj lives on.
Pomp and show is on.
Few ride the ride of their time, and
the rest are slipping in dungeon
of bygone time.
Post colonial colonial empire is on
Wrapped in missiles and bombs
Planes fly high...dropping bombs, and
killing everyone in sight.
It is a Royal wedding time.
Wrapped in false pretense,
the "humanitarian" rhyme.....
making sure that no one else has the royal time.
It is the royal wedding time of our time.
Feudal Raj lives on.
Pomp and show is on.
Few ride the ride of their time, and
the rest are slipping in dungeon
of bygone time.
Post colonial colonial empire is on
Wrapped in missiles and bombs
Planes fly high...dropping bombs, and
killing everyone in sight.
It is a Royal wedding time.
Wrapped in false pretense,
the "humanitarian" rhyme.....
making sure that no one else has the royal time.
It is the royal wedding time of our time.
Tuesday, April 26, 2011
Muttering MInd
I muttered to myself
that there is no heaven, and
there is no hell.
There is life that could be depressed or,
it could be swell.
I found myself meandering in a stream,
light as a feather, and floating, then
I heard the sound of alarm clock that came
loathing, and awakened me from my dream.
I am awake, and talking to myself
that there is no heaven, and there is no hell.
There is life that could be depressed or,
it could be swell, and
off I go to tread to shake myself away from
the heaven and the hell
to see the falling snow,
the nature's glow.
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Written on Feb. 10,2011, and published on line in April 2011.
that there is no heaven, and
there is no hell.
There is life that could be depressed or,
it could be swell.
I found myself meandering in a stream,
light as a feather, and floating, then
I heard the sound of alarm clock that came
loathing, and awakened me from my dream.
I am awake, and talking to myself
that there is no heaven, and there is no hell.
There is life that could be depressed or,
it could be swell, and
off I go to tread to shake myself away from
the heaven and the hell
to see the falling snow,
the nature's glow.
____________
Written on Feb. 10,2011, and published on line in April 2011.
Saturday, April 23, 2011
It of Our Time
It has no heart.
It has no mind, and
It has no spiritual divine.
It is full of swine cruel rhymes
as bomb fall from the sky
killing all in sight.
It is a detached cold heart,
the waring It of our time.
It is a "free market" time.
It is a human rights song and dance time.
It is nothing but an It of our time.
It is an IMS time.
It is a globalized time
for the It of our time
to glance and grab
for the greed time.
It is a post colonial colonial time.
It is a corporate personhood time.
It is a massive security apparatus time.
It is what It is.
It is It of our time.
It never sleeps.
It never weeps.
It steals, kills, and reels
to fill It's greed.
It controls the Congress, and White House alike
Presidents roll their sleves to work for It
Congress gives to It everything that passes the congress by
The people work, and prays for an alms from It
It is an It, the corporate zest of our time,
an artificial mind design.
It has no mind, and
It has no spiritual divine.
It is full of swine cruel rhymes
as bomb fall from the sky
killing all in sight.
It is a detached cold heart,
the waring It of our time.
It is a "free market" time.
It is a human rights song and dance time.
It is nothing but an It of our time.
It is an IMS time.
It is a globalized time
for the It of our time
to glance and grab
for the greed time.
It is a post colonial colonial time.
It is a corporate personhood time.
It is a massive security apparatus time.
It is what It is.
It is It of our time.
It never sleeps.
It never weeps.
It steals, kills, and reels
to fill It's greed.
It controls the Congress, and White House alike
Presidents roll their sleves to work for It
Congress gives to It everything that passes the congress by
The people work, and prays for an alms from It
It is an It, the corporate zest of our time,
an artificial mind design.
Thursday, April 21, 2011
Madness
the madness surrounds in UN "peace" rounds.
the waring dusts are spreading around
to fill the darkness to steal, and make a kill.
peace talks are nothing but waring drills
to control the planes, and
the hills.
Nothing has changed
since humans came to reign.
talks are smooth.
hearts are cruel, and
cold....
taking hold to control
the human soul.
the waring dusts are spreading around
to fill the darkness to steal, and make a kill.
peace talks are nothing but waring drills
to control the planes, and
the hills.
Nothing has changed
since humans came to reign.
talks are smooth.
hearts are cruel, and
cold....
taking hold to control
the human soul.
Monday, March 14, 2011
21st. Century's Trails of Tears
Far and near
21st century's trails of tears
are
spreading
shearing
bearing
rolling
clamoring........
as hopes, and
dreams of livings
are shattering.
there is no end, and
there is no clearing.
minds and bodies are shattered
in the ramblings of warring batters.
far and near
21st century's trails of tears.
planes fly high
bombs fall
people cry... and die
bullets tatter their killing chatters.
silence falls,
life stalls.
far and near
21st. century's trails of tears..........
mankind and it's empire is here
to snip
to real
to steal
the planet earth's core.
tsunami roars
earth shakes
nukes puke, and
break.
is it nature's revenge? or,
is it human cringe
making it's way?
far and near
21st century's trails of tears
are here
to stay.......
until
the human kind breaks it's ways
from it's warring relays.
21st century's trails of tears
are
spreading
shearing
bearing
rolling
clamoring........
as hopes, and
dreams of livings
are shattering.
there is no end, and
there is no clearing.
minds and bodies are shattered
in the ramblings of warring batters.
far and near
21st century's trails of tears.
planes fly high
bombs fall
people cry... and die
bullets tatter their killing chatters.
silence falls,
life stalls.
far and near
21st. century's trails of tears..........
mankind and it's empire is here
to snip
to real
to steal
the planet earth's core.
tsunami roars
earth shakes
nukes puke, and
break.
is it nature's revenge? or,
is it human cringe
making it's way?
far and near
21st century's trails of tears
are here
to stay.......
until
the human kind breaks it's ways
from it's warring relays.
Sunday, March 6, 2011
The Guilt of Waring Nations
The waring nations are seeking justice.
It is a joke of all times.
There is no justice in wars.
Wars are psychotic rumblings of mind
driven by primitive desires, and
justified by the supreme, the gods roils.
Wars are a degradation,
a mutation in evolution's crest,
the egos unhealthy rational zest.
A healthy ego creates, and makes
life to grow and glow.
A healthy ego has no wars to show, and
no ill gotten powers to crow.
A weak and mutant ego justifies
the errors and ills of it's mutation, and
weaves the lexicographical
forestry with here and after tapestry
to justify the guilt of waring nations, and
their travesty.
let the healthy ego shine, and
make the lives flow,
not to slow
in prayers to seek solace and reliefs
from the Self falsehood and it''s streaks,
the waring nations freaks.
It is a joke of all times.
There is no justice in wars.
Wars are psychotic rumblings of mind
driven by primitive desires, and
justified by the supreme, the gods roils.
Wars are a degradation,
a mutation in evolution's crest,
the egos unhealthy rational zest.
A healthy ego creates, and makes
life to grow and glow.
A healthy ego has no wars to show, and
no ill gotten powers to crow.
A weak and mutant ego justifies
the errors and ills of it's mutation, and
weaves the lexicographical
forestry with here and after tapestry
to justify the guilt of waring nations, and
their travesty.
let the healthy ego shine, and
make the lives flow,
not to slow
in prayers to seek solace and reliefs
from the Self falsehood and it''s streaks,
the waring nations freaks.
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