I had some down time what rehabilitation has bestowed on me.
I opened my eyes and looked into the youtube, and
watched some Bollywwood creations of our time.
There are flickers with songs and dance, and
there are stories full of love anger aghast,
the Bollywood's karma of songs and dance.
Love and anger are in play, and passions are on display.
Bollywood's life lines of love and anger are in every screen play
repeating themselves like bodhi circle never to stop, and
never to change the pace.
The repeat circles and the remnants of the sameness remains
predictable full of melancholic song, dance, guilt, and the shame.
Dance and songs roar, and the actors make body moves...........
emotions rise, voices gear, the dancing begins, and
the floors circle like body groves.
love, anger, guilt, shame, and
melancholia are Bollywood's life lines,
it's passion, it's karma, and
it's money machine dharma.
Tuesday, August 28, 2012
Monday, August 27, 2012
The Politics
08/27/2012
The politics of the state, the faith, and the race
are to control minds, water, minerals, and the land base.
The monetary system is the name that achieves "purpose" and the end games.
Humans are the pawns to be controlled and to be played.
Afterall, it is a game, the living game of the state and the faith
to fool, control, and rule.
Then came the arts, the science, education, and the human creative minds
that threatened the establishments of the state, the faith, and
their controlling, fooling, and the ruling minds.
The rest is the history of the plays and the ploys of the state, and
the faith politics that has expanded it's controlling mind to control
the arts, the science, education, and the human creative minds.
Nothing has changed.
It is the game of the state, and the faith
that continues to control the human minds.
The politics of the state, the faith, and the race
are to control minds, water, minerals, and the land base.
The monetary system is the name that achieves "purpose" and the end games.
Humans are the pawns to be controlled and to be played.
Afterall, it is a game, the living game of the state and the faith
to fool, control, and rule.
Then came the arts, the science, education, and the human creative minds
that threatened the establishments of the state, the faith, and
their controlling, fooling, and the ruling minds.
The rest is the history of the plays and the ploys of the state, and
the faith politics that has expanded it's controlling mind to control
the arts, the science, education, and the human creative minds.
Nothing has changed.
It is the game of the state, and the faith
that continues to control the human minds.
Friday, August 10, 2012
Memory Loss
08/10/2012
There was a time when America had lost it's memory, and
the time was our time.
Globalization sprung, prices rose, but America believed the other way around.
Cars the one's were sold for three thousand were sold for thirty thousand and more..
Gene pants the one's were sold for five dollars were sold for thirty dollars and rose even more.
But America believed the prices were lower, and were getting lower ever more.
The rationalizations and justifications were every where in shining media galore.
A case of nation's memory loss of this magnitude had never occurred before.
There was a time when America had lost it's memory, and
the time was our time.
There was a time when America had lost it's memory, and
the time was our time.
Globalization sprung, prices rose, but America believed the other way around.
Cars the one's were sold for three thousand were sold for thirty thousand and more..
Gene pants the one's were sold for five dollars were sold for thirty dollars and rose even more.
But America believed the prices were lower, and were getting lower ever more.
The rationalizations and justifications were every where in shining media galore.
A case of nation's memory loss of this magnitude had never occurred before.
There was a time when America had lost it's memory, and
the time was our time.
Monday, July 30, 2012
Beauty
07/30/2012
Oh, Kahlil your wisdom is great
though I say that I see the beauty differently than your grace.
I see the beauty in the eyes and in the face,
the gateways to the heart, the heavenly place.
* I wrote this after reading a quote by Kahlil Gibran on Marna's FB.
Oh, Kahlil your wisdom is great
though I say that I see the beauty differently than your grace.
I see the beauty in the eyes and in the face,
the gateways to the heart, the heavenly place.
* I wrote this after reading a quote by Kahlil Gibran on Marna's FB.
Olympic Games of our Time
07/15/2012
Olympic games of our time.
Victories are celebrated and romanticized.
Losses are rationalized.
It is an Olympic time to build the body and the mind to shine.
Commercials are selling the products that kills the body and the mind at the same time.
Muscles and the minds are tethered, doped, and brutalized.
It is an ironic time.
It is a conflicting and contradicting time.
It is an Olympic of our time.
It's a global exploitation and consuming time.
It is a religious extremist time.
It is a drone killing time.
It is a race of parallel fake diplomacy time.
Our time is no different than any other time.
It is a time of framing the narratives of the old times.
It is a time to control the human mind and the soul in a "new" frame mold,
the multinational corporate mold, the emperors of our time.
Olympic of our time.
It is an everlasting game of power and control.
Control of freedom to be bargained, and bestowed.
Control of water, food, and world resource to be marketed, and resold.
Control of human mind is the goal of our time.
It is an Olympic time.
Building of body and mind, and killing them at the same time.
It is a McDonald and the likes time.
Olympic games of our time.
Victories are celebrated and romanticized.
Losses are rationalized.
It is an Olympic time to build the body and the mind to shine.
Commercials are selling the products that kills the body and the mind at the same time.
Muscles and the minds are tethered, doped, and brutalized.
It is an ironic time.
It is a conflicting and contradicting time.
It is an Olympic of our time.
It's a global exploitation and consuming time.
It is a religious extremist time.
It is a drone killing time.
It is a race of parallel fake diplomacy time.
Our time is no different than any other time.
It is a time of framing the narratives of the old times.
It is a time to control the human mind and the soul in a "new" frame mold,
the multinational corporate mold, the emperors of our time.
Olympic of our time.
It is an everlasting game of power and control.
Control of freedom to be bargained, and bestowed.
Control of water, food, and world resource to be marketed, and resold.
Control of human mind is the goal of our time.
It is an Olympic time.
Building of body and mind, and killing them at the same time.
It is a McDonald and the likes time.
Saturday, July 28, 2012
Particles Flickering Mind
07/05/2012
Time creeps, and the destiny reaps, so it seems, hooray for the living streak,
the fantasy of human imagination.
The particles enumerate the mind in time, the unchanging time, the ironic time.
Subatomic particles seek only to not to be found, or
there was nothing to be found in a static time.
But nothing stops the fantasy imaginating minds of human kind.
.
The words, the thoughts, and the consciousness slip away
in momentary times, a rehearsal of a kind, the fainting of the conscious mind.
Is it a crossing of horizon, or a closing of a horizon that not to be?
Consciousness returns to it's momentary living
to dwell the knowing and of the unknowing conflicting grinds.
There seems to be a contradiction in what I think, and
what that surrounds the particle, and it's mind.
My mind is a rotary of particle design, or it is an independent
singing subatomic rhyme free from the particle mind.
Time creeps, and the destiny reaps, so it seems in particles' playful chimes,
the particles flickering mind.
Time creeps, and the destiny reaps, so it seems, hooray for the living streak,
the fantasy of human imagination.
The particles enumerate the mind in time, the unchanging time, the ironic time.
Subatomic particles seek only to not to be found, or
there was nothing to be found in a static time.
But nothing stops the fantasy imaginating minds of human kind.
.
The words, the thoughts, and the consciousness slip away
in momentary times, a rehearsal of a kind, the fainting of the conscious mind.
Is it a crossing of horizon, or a closing of a horizon that not to be?
Consciousness returns to it's momentary living
to dwell the knowing and of the unknowing conflicting grinds.
There seems to be a contradiction in what I think, and
what that surrounds the particle, and it's mind.
My mind is a rotary of particle design, or it is an independent
singing subatomic rhyme free from the particle mind.
Time creeps, and the destiny reaps, so it seems in particles' playful chimes,
the particles flickering mind.
Sunday, July 8, 2012
THE FREE TIME
Shake off the colonial spirit and themes of our time.
Free our hearts and minds from colonial enslaved minds.
Colonial living has been with humanity for a long time.
Evolve to be free from the "faith" and "blessing" minds.
It's time for human race to be free from colonial enslaved minds.
Be free from the needy and the greedy minds that breeds the controlling,
fighting, and warring minds.
It is our time. Make it a free time.
Oh, how I wish the dream to turn into a real time, the free time.
Free our hearts and minds from colonial enslaved minds.
Colonial living has been with humanity for a long time.
Evolve to be free from the "faith" and "blessing" minds.
It's time for human race to be free from colonial enslaved minds.
Be free from the needy and the greedy minds that breeds the controlling,
fighting, and warring minds.
It is our time. Make it a free time.
Oh, how I wish the dream to turn into a real time, the free time.
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