Battered Minds

this is the beginning of 21st century.....
political chatters fly high,
while the human minds are battered in life's low churning sly.
the living peace games surmount as warring factions mounts.
the idea, ideologies, and the ideologues nix to control
as the games of war mongers roll and stroll.

motivational gurus, and the positive psychologists plaster the minds with sickening corridor.
making life sickening even more.
it is all about mining of the human resource to mine and deplete the planet's every shores.

there is nothing that matters anymore unless it is to fatten the wall street reign
it is all about the games to enslave the human minds to grind
it is the gaming roar.... that runs the wall street's derivative galore
media shows are diversions to the core like political manipulative corridors.
political chatters fly high,
while the human minds are battered in life's low churning sly.

poverty grows as the billionaires clubs explode.
is there any sane explanation that explains this phenomenon uproar?
the race is on to control, and feed the human minds with commercial rhymes.
the product Brands flash on media screen in sound bite greens
while forests are cut and cleaned from the planet's spleen.
political chatters fly high,
while the human minds are battered in life's low churning sly.

The Fall is in The Air

Church bells rang, and songs are sang.
the claims of truths are proclaimed
to justify the living terrain.
At the same time somewhere on the plain
temples, mosques, and synagogues must be making their claims
in their God's name to proclaim the truth as they claim.
it all seems like a delusional hallucinogenic game
to keep the minds in reign.

It has been raining all morning
rain drops are touching the ground,
and making the sputtering sound
reminding the nature's reign.

heart keeps beating
to keep up with the rain
in synchronous with every breath
that I take to fill the brain
with songs of rain.

Prayers of the believers are over
as they leave the Church and it's clover

I follow the rain
the fresh air brisk by
as I come near a passing river
the fall is in the air
which has nothing to do with the morning prayer
but don't tell this to the believer,
if you want to live....and not shiver.......

Minds Peace Games

minds "peace" games are being played in "God's" name.
claims are being made to build the bridges to sooth the rage
but the power play is on, under, and around every page
dark ages continue to lurk in digital age.
it is all nothing but minds games in "God's" name.
the minds games are played to control the human brains.

minds controlling games are occupying the human brains.
minds reigns are polluting the ocean terrain,
flattening the mountains grains, and concretizing the plains.........all to satisfy the minds vain.

minds are smothering, squandering, and wrenching with strain, the human brains.
minds "peace" games are played in "God's" name to control the human brains to wage wars and jihads and cause pains.

Mirage

What "I" have experienced in this present form,
can it be experienced when "I" may be in another "form"?
"I" wonder as "I" roams the planet near and far..........

The claims of experience of knowing have been formed
in religions and religiosity's wide spread tundra,
in spiritual name shake karma, and
in intellectual rationalized drama.
claims are claims nothing but claims,
a camouflage for ignorance game.

For the believers it does not matter
as their minds and the matters are saturated 
by religious explains to accept on faith.

It is another day of claims, and reigns that builds on human pains.
A shenanigan that never ends....... but more of the same continues to commend.
The "I" is in the rain of claims and pains.
Do all forms experience the same,
the doldrums of claimant's claims?

"I" wishes the folly of the truth of claimants to reign the shenanigans of claims,
as the claimant's surf the "truth's" delusional hallucinogenic mirage in their God's name.

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!!