IT IS A SEA

It is deep, raving, waving, raging, and still spreading the silence spree
It is a sea.
It is hot, cold, and moving in stroll to roar the planet's every core in glee
It is a sea.
It is the cradle of life being playful with the wind as it rise to catch the sky to be
It is a sea.
People come to conquer thee---- only to be submerged in awe to see
It is a sea.......full of life which makes them to be.

IT IS A SEA

It is rough, tumble, and tender to be
It is a sea.
It is quiet as quietness can be
It is a sea.
It wobbles and roars to make it known
It is a sea.
It is deep with mysteries to keep and reap
It is a sea.
It is a longing in sand the particles to be what it used to be
It is a sea,
to see and to be...............

A Thinking Dream

I dreamed a dream that the world is free from it's waring stream.
I found myself up in the sky smiling as I saw the world with no waring spy.
it was a short lived dream.
A nightmare followed as I heard the waring scream.
My heart fluttered in shock and filled in sorrow.
I dreamed that I fell from the bed awakened by the sun as I am dreaming away in a sway,
the return of the waring play.
The Robin at the window flew giving my mind a reprieve from the nightmare slew, a dream in a dream.

life is a dream,
I am dreaming, a dream of dreams......
some are laughing dreams, and some are sad and screaming dreams
some are social hazing dreams.
I am thinking in dream.
it is dreaming prance in a hollow space..............
the space in a race
dream, the matters grace.

I woke up and found myself still thinking the dream, a thinking dream!!

Unplanned

stop living a planned living, and live forever.
the universe has no plans, and it lives on........
every ion, every particle, every moment in moments are alive and well
grounds reckon the sky, the oceans roar and swell
the universe has no plans, no banks, no state, and it lives on.
so, stop living a planned living, and live forever.

it is not easy to live as life has been planned before you came along
countries are made, scaled, and trade
wars are waged in the name of holy grail
religious songs and dance are razed like no other blaze
the values are created
life is justified
plans are planned
life missions are renegaded
power structures are gleamed and glanced
it is not easy to live as life has been planned before you came along.

free life from the planned plans, and let the universe in you to live on
it is not easy to live as life has been planned before you came along
you were held, tagged, and named as you came
life's plans were put in place as you were reared and played
acculturation has taken roots before you spoke your first word
the words you learned came from a planned reign.
it is not easy to live as life has been planned before you came along.

stop living a planned living, and live forever
the universe has no plans, and it lives on
every ion, every particle, every moment in moments are alive and well
ground reckons the sky, the oceans roar and swell
the universe has no plan, no bank, no state, and it lives on
so, stop living the planned living, and live forever

An Enigma Sad As It Is Belongs To Human Race

I was walking in a haze....confused, and depressed knowing that the wars and their blaze are everywhere.
my emotions were at rage..... yet there was a calming trace in a restless craze 
Connoting the restless craze to a calming trace which is difficult to embrace,
it is a living drama of ambivalence and it's race.

Human race is in it's perpetual warring escapade.
the warring escapade that has draped her, enslaved her, and
kept her in the dungeon... yet some consider it a chivalry in play.
winter, spring, summer, and the fall come and slip away
wars stay......what is to say, an enigma sad as it is belongs to human race.

There is serenity, and there is beauty all around, yet
warring and killing continues to reign among all the beauties, and the living grace.
how to explain this parlance of human mind game?
an enigma sad as it is belongs to human race.

is it an evolution drama being played and relayed?
is it an intelligence's game to end the human race
to form a new universe that has no warring place? or,
seeking a no warring place is a delusional escapade.
it is what it is: an enigma sad as it is belongs to human race.

Simmering Breeze

I slept, and in my dream I felt 
the embrace of a simmering breeze
touching my skin to surround
my mind and the throbbing heart.

simmering breeze as
you touched my face
my body immersed with you
and felt every particle
that abounds you.

you were with me, in me, around me
like a shared breadth.
I felt your playful caress
free from all duress.

you are the matters delight
bestowed in every sight,
the simmering breeze,
you are a loving squeeze.
making life a living breeze.......

Life is The Matters Delight

life is the matters delight.
ions... life's core return to earthly plight.
to share the matters piercing sight.
it is all in foresight slithering light.

never mind, life is a game of light.
light years are passing by that confuses and boggles the mind.
the ions are moving with the speed of light.
imagination is stretching the moving sight.

life is the matters delight.
love serenade's in planetary space
where war mongers have no place.
love glides the embrace of devine space
as matters dance and race.

life is the matters delight.
look now, look then, and look the far sight.
the glance of light
the life's might, the matters delight.
life is here, there, and every where
mingled in ions, the matter's carry on.

life is the matters delight
life is low.
life is high.
life is in every momentary slope.
life is free to come and go,
a free will in it's ultimate glow.

life is the matters delight.
there is no flight.
there is no fight.
all the thundering, the calm, the rain, and the snow
are the games of matters in a row
connecting the ions here and far
making the universe whole.

life is the matters delight.........