5/22/2012
It is night.
Silence rules......until
the drops of rain
bring a new mix
into the night's reign.
It is night.
Silence to regain the mind and heart.
No renderings.
Just the drops of rain
breaking the silence.
Forest remains calm.
It is night.
No thoughts, and
no troughs are in sight.
It is night,
cultivating minds
particles
with the rain drops
to awaken
the living
sleep walks in sublime.
Friday, May 25, 2012
NIRVANA
5/25/2012
A good sleep is the living experience of Nirvana.
So, end the flights, and drift into a Nirvanic sleep,
a calling of our time.
A good sleep is the living experience of Nirvana.
So, end the flights, and drift into a Nirvanic sleep,
a calling of our time.
Sunday, May 20, 2012
Facebook, A Cathartic Tool
Every morning, day, evening, and the night
Facebook participants are churning the views, and
keeping themselves occupied.
Facebook is a cathartic tool
in a controlled "democracy" spool.
Computers are buzzing.
Satellites are churning.
Snoopers are busy
to control,
to fool, and
to rule.
Facebook is a cathartic tool
in a controlled "democracy" spool.
Facebook participants are churning the views, and
keeping themselves occupied.
Facebook is a cathartic tool
in a controlled "democracy" spool.
Computers are buzzing.
Satellites are churning.
Snoopers are busy
to control,
to fool, and
to rule.
Facebook is a cathartic tool
in a controlled "democracy" spool.
A REALITY OF OUR TIME
01/01/2012
I struggle and wonder:
how a nation has moved into the indefinite detention and the world of drone
from a world that it has taken to be of education, peace corp, democracy, and freedom?
The world of indefinite detention and the drone surrounds the humanity.
Is it by design? or Is it a passing nightmare,
a fluke, and an error of our time?.
I struggle, wonder, and scream.
Hoping that it is a dream,
a singular frail mind's making to cover
it's insecure renderings in a passing time.
I struggled, screamed, and fell asleep.
Morning sun, and the pleasant breeze
awakened me to a new day.
I am awakened to feel and listen to news.
I am awakened to read, and to be in tune.
It did not take long
for the nightmares to
sprung, surround, and
hung around.
My mind says in a convincing tone:
it is a world of indefinite detention,
it is a world of drone, and
it is what it is: a made up warring game by design
to control the humanity
to spread the plutocracy
under the guise of
democracy, freedom, and
human rights.
It is a sad reality of our time.
I listen to my heart, brain, and mind
in search for a shining start
to make the world of drone and the indefinite detention
nothing but a blunder of a passing time, and a fluke of our time.
it is not a fluke renders the heart.
it is not an error says the brain.
it is by design says the mind.
it is to control the media and the minds,
to keep humanity in fear, enslaved, and occupied.
It is a time to make humanity to drift in fantasy sublime
to forget the waring crimes, and to live
in a culture of designers shows and rhymes, and
be entertained day and night by the media "comedians" of our time.
To sooth the pains of life: there are positive psychology entertainments
of all kinds.
It is no other time.
It is our time.
I struggle and wonder:
how a nation has moved into the indefinite detention and the world of drone
from a world that it has taken to be of education, peace corp, democracy, and freedom?
The world of indefinite detention and the drone surrounds the humanity.
Is it by design? or Is it a passing nightmare,
a fluke, and an error of our time?.
I struggle, wonder, and scream.
Hoping that it is a dream,
a singular frail mind's making to cover
it's insecure renderings in a passing time.
I struggled, screamed, and fell asleep.
Morning sun, and the pleasant breeze
awakened me to a new day.
I am awakened to feel and listen to news.
I am awakened to read, and to be in tune.
It did not take long
for the nightmares to
sprung, surround, and
hung around.
My mind says in a convincing tone:
it is a world of indefinite detention,
it is a world of drone, and
it is what it is: a made up warring game by design
to control the humanity
to spread the plutocracy
under the guise of
democracy, freedom, and
human rights.
It is a sad reality of our time.
I listen to my heart, brain, and mind
in search for a shining start
to make the world of drone and the indefinite detention
nothing but a blunder of a passing time, and a fluke of our time.
it is not a fluke renders the heart.
it is not an error says the brain.
it is by design says the mind.
it is to control the media and the minds,
to keep humanity in fear, enslaved, and occupied.
It is a time to make humanity to drift in fantasy sublime
to forget the waring crimes, and to live
in a culture of designers shows and rhymes, and
be entertained day and night by the media "comedians" of our time.
To sooth the pains of life: there are positive psychology entertainments
of all kinds.
It is no other time.
It is our time.
Sunday, May 13, 2012
Dusty Grains
Dusty grains mixed in rain
are blowing while life is rowing.
rowing it is at it's pace in haste.
there is no slowing.
It is nothing but a star gaze.
life's rains are making the dusty living strains
the foolish games of schooled brain, and
acculturated strain plastered with chemicals, and
social pollution rains.
set free from life's drains, and rowe
at your pace, and not to slow.
life is to glow in the planetary space.
so I thought
until I met the day in the rain that turn into a star gaze.
are blowing while life is rowing.
rowing it is at it's pace in haste.
there is no slowing.
It is nothing but a star gaze.
life's rains are making the dusty living strains
the foolish games of schooled brain, and
acculturated strain plastered with chemicals, and
social pollution rains.
set free from life's drains, and rowe
at your pace, and not to slow.
life is to glow in the planetary space.
so I thought
until I met the day in the rain that turn into a star gaze.
The Pun
I lost the fun and the pun wondering what it could be
that makes the world run, spun, and turn.
It is a rainy yet a calm day, and
I moved to bring the fun, and the pun
back into the play.
I thought, and thought, and thought until
thought became a thoughtless clay.
I stopped thinking, and
there I found the fun, and the pun in play.
that makes the world run, spun, and turn.
It is a rainy yet a calm day, and
I moved to bring the fun, and the pun
back into the play.
I thought, and thought, and thought until
thought became a thoughtless clay.
I stopped thinking, and
there I found the fun, and the pun in play.
Saturday, May 12, 2012
A Puff of Air
05/12/2012
Calm
There is no wind blowing.
Every plant and leaves are still.
Suddenly a puff of air touches a tree.
Forest moves
Birds fly
Ground Hog finds it's ways
Hawk dives, and returns to sky
A patch of cloud moves to guide
It is a day in Adirondack
The blue sky backs the green with glee.
It is all here what is to be.
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