the comic shows are on................
former Iran's empress is in the news
shah's son is shading the "tears"
while living in style, and gears................
a comic show that seems to never end.
the democracy seekers in Iran, and
else where are taking the stand.
there is no letting anymore
to let the power brokers win.
time is now to let the
remnants of monarchies,
the theocracies, and the
secret police of any kind......... go.
time for the democracy to shine
no poverty and oppressions of any kind
to flourish to fatten the boys and girls
of wall street shrill.
illiteracy to move from the planet earth
to some la la land out in space
schools to return to education..................
no schooling to coerce anymore.
no indoctrinations to control, and
subjugate to ever take it's root.
the 21st century, it is your destiny,
let humanity shine
as the planet's inhabitant's clear the carbon, and
make themselves free from the fossil fuel ride
a time has arrived
to celebrate the freedom from dependency to
independence in real time
not in gimmick
not in commercial game
not in sound bite
but in real time
let the hearts and minds across the borders meet
let the peace and justice finally prevail.
let not it (the democracy) be an another mirage..................
Tuesday, June 23, 2009
Monday, June 22, 2009
Moments
the other day I was standing out side drenched in the rain
feeling the fresh drops of rain touching my face.
every drop of rain felt like a moment unexplained
yet real moment in time remain
the rain kept coming as moments went by
turning the air cold
I sneezed as body began to shiver
time to go inside, I said to myself
to embrace the moments of warmth again
away from the cold moments of a rainy day
moments are moments nothing more
moments are neither warm nor cold
the matters in moments bring the change
moments never change remain the same
"what a moment" or lack thereof is a misnomer in name
moments never change
I felt the fresh rain which turned cold
in life's revolving door
moments in time....................
moments mysterious as they are
always remain the same
moments in time.......................
ruffle and shuffle life's dusty roads
rain will come again to wash the dust
moments in time will crust
make the dust go away
I will have to wait for the summer to sizzle, and
monsoon to come to stir the passion
to feel the fresh rain drops on my face again
feeling the fresh drops of rain touching my face.
every drop of rain felt like a moment unexplained
yet real moment in time remain
the rain kept coming as moments went by
turning the air cold
I sneezed as body began to shiver
time to go inside, I said to myself
to embrace the moments of warmth again
away from the cold moments of a rainy day
moments are moments nothing more
moments are neither warm nor cold
the matters in moments bring the change
moments never change remain the same
"what a moment" or lack thereof is a misnomer in name
moments never change
I felt the fresh rain which turned cold
in life's revolving door
moments in time....................
moments mysterious as they are
always remain the same
moments in time.......................
ruffle and shuffle life's dusty roads
rain will come again to wash the dust
moments in time will crust
make the dust go away
I will have to wait for the summer to sizzle, and
monsoon to come to stir the passion
to feel the fresh rain drops on my face again
Genome
wake up and see
the ocean of spree
that surrounds you
in your genome
in every cell
in every neurone
there is life unseen
it is your being
loyal to you
caring for you
it is unconditional
if there is one
feel and sense your being
bond with your cell body
like no other matter or being
feel the ocean of spree
in your genome
that keeps rowing,
growing, and flowing
in harmony
as you breath
to be
the ocean of spree
that surrounds you
in your genome
in every cell
in every neurone
there is life unseen
it is your being
loyal to you
caring for you
it is unconditional
if there is one
feel and sense your being
bond with your cell body
like no other matter or being
feel the ocean of spree
in your genome
that keeps rowing,
growing, and flowing
in harmony
as you breath
to be
Sunday, June 21, 2009
Mind And The Nature's Renditions
the universe,
the nature,
the creature, and their
caricature dance.
the butterfly fly, and roam the sky
the deer hop and dance across the prairie
the trees sprout and grow.
there is no question to be raised, it is done
there is no meaning to be deciphered, it is there
what is to sow?
just fly, dance, grow, and be.
the mind counters and makes it's pronouncement:
in flying, dancing, and growing lies the meaning.
the nature responds: the universe is not for the conceptual game
the universe is what it is, the nature in it's purest form to be.
there are no questions,
and there are no meanings to be usurp.
the nature is a place to be.
it is what it is is the meaning,
the mind displays it's profundity as it swings and dings.
the nature moves on...............
the meandering streams continue their flow
ocean's tide come and go
the moon shines the sun's glow.
there are no questions.
there are no meanings.
it is what it is a nature, and it's flow and the glow.
it is the flow that is the glow,
the mind renders the meaning,
the "profound" meaning?.
the nature moves on.
leaving behind the serpents
the serpents queer, streak,
move, hiss, coral, and strike to fill the belly.
the mind sees and sneers, and makes the pronouncement.
there is the meaning: coral, strike, and fill the belly.
the mind has been stringing with the unending questions,
the meanings, and the renderings ever since in it's
corralling, striking, and filling the belly.
the purpose is sermonized, and sanctified.
the missions are created.
the waring men and women have marched.
the endeavors are resurrected.
the minds renditions are displayed.
the minds games are played
to fill the belly, and it's need
the serpent's need
the unending need
there is no profundity
just the need
to fill
the nature,
the creature, and their
caricature dance.
the butterfly fly, and roam the sky
the deer hop and dance across the prairie
the trees sprout and grow.
there is no question to be raised, it is done
there is no meaning to be deciphered, it is there
what is to sow?
just fly, dance, grow, and be.
the mind counters and makes it's pronouncement:
in flying, dancing, and growing lies the meaning.
the nature responds: the universe is not for the conceptual game
the universe is what it is, the nature in it's purest form to be.
there are no questions,
and there are no meanings to be usurp.
the nature is a place to be.
it is what it is is the meaning,
the mind displays it's profundity as it swings and dings.
the nature moves on...............
the meandering streams continue their flow
ocean's tide come and go
the moon shines the sun's glow.
there are no questions.
there are no meanings.
it is what it is a nature, and it's flow and the glow.
it is the flow that is the glow,
the mind renders the meaning,
the "profound" meaning?.
the nature moves on.
leaving behind the serpents
the serpents queer, streak,
move, hiss, coral, and strike to fill the belly.
the mind sees and sneers, and makes the pronouncement.
there is the meaning: coral, strike, and fill the belly.
the mind has been stringing with the unending questions,
the meanings, and the renderings ever since in it's
corralling, striking, and filling the belly.
the purpose is sermonized, and sanctified.
the missions are created.
the waring men and women have marched.
the endeavors are resurrected.
the minds renditions are displayed.
the minds games are played
to fill the belly, and it's need
the serpent's need
the unending need
there is no profundity
just the need
to fill
The Mind Game
the brain presses on to evolve
the mind tempers the evolving brain
the mind, a social game
the social game stains the brain's domain
shortens the living span
to fill the social domain
the social domain
a heretic claim
of the weak in power
to govern by the power of the "Almighty"
since they themselves lack the sobriety
the social minds games
are control and power game
the rituals, and
the niceties are
the covers for the illusions of grandeur.
illusions of grandeur are the fruits of the weak
the weak are hiding behind the nicety and rituals deities and deceit
the niceties and the rituals are the ills
the ills that kills in the name of "Almighty"
it prays to slay
creates morals of decay
all in the name of god and heavenly cliches
the mind
the social domain
the immature game reign
21st century has arrived
the so called "almighty" controlling games are loosing their luster
the new social games are emerging
the rule of law is the motto of the new social game
the rule of law, a cleaver new game with almighty like domain
to seek power, and control
to subdue the humans under the human rights game
the brain is sadden by the minds game
the universe is shaken by it's carbon spray
to control and subdue the natures trail
to build the highways and the byways
to run and race in a chase to nowhere
marry go round is the name given to the chase
mickey the mouse trails are created
to occupy the human brain.
the mind's clever games
keep coming and going around
to temper the evolving brain
sun pierced through the window to end the nightmare
I am awakened
shaken, and drenched in swat
the brain comes to rescue from the minds game
brings the longing for life
awakens the the passion, and the desire
lost in social game..................
the mind tempers the evolving brain
the mind, a social game
the social game stains the brain's domain
shortens the living span
to fill the social domain
the social domain
a heretic claim
of the weak in power
to govern by the power of the "Almighty"
since they themselves lack the sobriety
the social minds games
are control and power game
the rituals, and
the niceties are
the covers for the illusions of grandeur.
illusions of grandeur are the fruits of the weak
the weak are hiding behind the nicety and rituals deities and deceit
the niceties and the rituals are the ills
the ills that kills in the name of "Almighty"
it prays to slay
creates morals of decay
all in the name of god and heavenly cliches
the mind
the social domain
the immature game reign
21st century has arrived
the so called "almighty" controlling games are loosing their luster
the new social games are emerging
the rule of law is the motto of the new social game
the rule of law, a cleaver new game with almighty like domain
to seek power, and control
to subdue the humans under the human rights game
the brain is sadden by the minds game
the universe is shaken by it's carbon spray
to control and subdue the natures trail
to build the highways and the byways
to run and race in a chase to nowhere
marry go round is the name given to the chase
mickey the mouse trails are created
to occupy the human brain.
the mind's clever games
keep coming and going around
to temper the evolving brain
sun pierced through the window to end the nightmare
I am awakened
shaken, and drenched in swat
the brain comes to rescue from the minds game
brings the longing for life
awakens the the passion, and the desire
lost in social game..................
Friday, June 19, 2009
Peace, The Silence
silence brings the peace of mind
a calm difficult to define
yet real in every breadth
that I take in silence.
is peace inherent, implicit, and Divine? or
is it a call of mind?
a social imprint of some kind, or
is it a brain's shut off valve to survive? or
peace is an evolutions transforming point yet to be defined.
once tired of waring, peace is all comes to mind, or
the war mongering takes hold the waring mind, a social design, and
peace no where to be found.
fallacy of contradictions and constrictions surround
closure is no where to be found
the music
the opera
the dance
sublimate the darkness that surrounds the mind
sublimation, a survival therapeutic mastermind.
silence and peace are neither therapeutic nor mastermind.
silence and peace are one and the same.
silence, transcends the mind
breathing in silence
living in silence
experiencing the life
in silence, the peace
experienced
lived
not scripted or defined
peace, the silence.
a calm difficult to define
yet real in every breadth
that I take in silence.
is peace inherent, implicit, and Divine? or
is it a call of mind?
a social imprint of some kind, or
is it a brain's shut off valve to survive? or
peace is an evolutions transforming point yet to be defined.
once tired of waring, peace is all comes to mind, or
the war mongering takes hold the waring mind, a social design, and
peace no where to be found.
fallacy of contradictions and constrictions surround
closure is no where to be found
the music
the opera
the dance
sublimate the darkness that surrounds the mind
sublimation, a survival therapeutic mastermind.
silence and peace are neither therapeutic nor mastermind.
silence and peace are one and the same.
silence, transcends the mind
breathing in silence
living in silence
experiencing the life
in silence, the peace
experienced
lived
not scripted or defined
peace, the silence.
Thursday, June 18, 2009
Prisoner Of My Dream
I am the prisoner of my dream
the fantasy that screams
it is the daydream
it is a wonder dream
it is a wondering dream
the world is passing by in dream
the seasons come and go and make dream
every breadth that keeps me alive
is dreaming in daydream
serotonin pumps my thoughts in dream
dopa takes a dip in my dream
illusions are magical, humorous, and drenched
hallucinations are scream
I dream, dream, and dream
into my sojourn
that never ends
it is a path of dream,
a never ending dream
I am the prisoner of my dream
the darkness and the light intertwine
to seek the dream
a fantasy that opens the dreams
a love dream
a gentle dream
a cloud dream
a breezy dream
a worldly tipsy curvy dream
dream, a never ending dream
I am the prisoner of my dream
I sleep and dream
racing out in the sky
bouncing on the matters ride
I wake up and dream
I dream, dream, and dream
into my sojourn
that never ends
it is a path of dream,
a never ending dream
I am the prisoner of my dream
the darkness and the light intertwine
to seek the dream
a fantasy that screams
dream, a never ending dream
I am the prisoner of my dream
sleep and dream
tomorrow is another day to dream
the worldly cuisine
the games of living, and passing routine
dream, dream, and dream
I am the prisoner of my dream
daisies let themselves go
sparrow fly and flutter
sailboats squeal in delight for every wave that comes their way
making the sail..... a sail away
so why shouldn't I dream my way
the ocean breeze embrace the shinning sea
mind drifts, and dreams
I am the prisoner of my dream
passions come and go to make dream
desires melt to bring another day to dream
I did not know that I was still asleep
to be awaken to dream
the daydream
the fantasy that screams
I am not a..... prisoner of my dream
I am the.... prisoner of my dream
the fantasy that screams
it is the daydream
it is a wonder dream
it is a wondering dream
the world is passing by in dream
the seasons come and go and make dream
every breadth that keeps me alive
is dreaming in daydream
serotonin pumps my thoughts in dream
dopa takes a dip in my dream
illusions are magical, humorous, and drenched
hallucinations are scream
I dream, dream, and dream
into my sojourn
that never ends
it is a path of dream,
a never ending dream
I am the prisoner of my dream
the darkness and the light intertwine
to seek the dream
a fantasy that opens the dreams
a love dream
a gentle dream
a cloud dream
a breezy dream
a worldly tipsy curvy dream
dream, a never ending dream
I am the prisoner of my dream
I sleep and dream
racing out in the sky
bouncing on the matters ride
I wake up and dream
I dream, dream, and dream
into my sojourn
that never ends
it is a path of dream,
a never ending dream
I am the prisoner of my dream
the darkness and the light intertwine
to seek the dream
a fantasy that screams
dream, a never ending dream
I am the prisoner of my dream
sleep and dream
tomorrow is another day to dream
the worldly cuisine
the games of living, and passing routine
dream, dream, and dream
I am the prisoner of my dream
daisies let themselves go
sparrow fly and flutter
sailboats squeal in delight for every wave that comes their way
making the sail..... a sail away
so why shouldn't I dream my way
the ocean breeze embrace the shinning sea
mind drifts, and dreams
I am the prisoner of my dream
passions come and go to make dream
desires melt to bring another day to dream
I did not know that I was still asleep
to be awaken to dream
the daydream
the fantasy that screams
I am not a..... prisoner of my dream
I am the.... prisoner of my dream
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