Muttering MInd

I muttered to myself
that there is no heaven, and
there is no hell.
There is life that could be depressed  or,
it could be swell.

I found myself meandering in a stream,
light as a feather, and floating, then
I heard the sound of alarm clock that came  
loathing, and awakened me from my dream.

I am awake, and talking to myself
that there is no heaven, and there is no hell.
There is life that could be depressed or,
it could be swell, and
off I go to tread to shake myself away from
the heaven and the hell
to see the falling snow,
the nature's  glow.

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Written on Feb. 10,2011, and published on line in April 2011.

It of Our Time

It has no heart.
It has no mind, and
It has no spiritual divine.
It is full of swine cruel rhymes
as bomb fall from the sky
killing all in sight.

It is a detached cold heart,
the waring It of our time.
It is a "free market" time.
It is a human rights song and dance time.
It is nothing but an It of our time.

It is an IMS time.
It is a globalized time
for the It of our time
to glance and grab
for the greed time.

It is a post colonial colonial time.
It is a corporate personhood time.
It is a massive security apparatus time.
It is what It is.
It is It of our time.

It never sleeps.
It never weeps.
It steals, kills, and reels
to fill It's greed.

It controls the Congress, and White House alike
Presidents roll their sleves to work for It
Congress gives to It everything that passes the congress by
The people work, and prays for an alms from It

It is an It, the corporate zest of our time,
an artificial mind design.

Madness

the madness surrounds in UN "peace" rounds.
the waring dusts are spreading around
to fill the darkness to steal, and make a kill.
peace talks are nothing but waring drills 
to control the planes, and
the hills.

Nothing has changed
since humans came to reign.
talks are smooth.
hearts are cruel, and
cold....
taking hold to control
the human soul.

21st. Century's Trails of Tears

Far and near
21st century's trails of tears
are
spreading
shearing
bearing
rolling
clamoring........
as hopes, and
dreams of livings
are shattering.

there is no end, and
there is no clearing.

minds and bodies are shattered
in the ramblings of warring batters.

far and near
21st century's trails of tears.

planes fly high
bombs fall
people cry... and die
bullets tatter their killing chatters.
silence falls,
life stalls.

far and near
21st. century's trails of tears..........
mankind and it's empire is here
to snip
to real
to steal
the planet earth's core.

tsunami roars
earth shakes
nukes puke, and
break.
is it nature's revenge? or,
is it human cringe
making it's way?

far and near
21st century's trails of tears
are here
to stay.......
until
the human kind breaks it's ways
from it's warring relays.

The Guilt of Waring Nations

The waring nations are seeking justice.
It is a joke of all times.

There is no justice in wars.
Wars are psychotic rumblings of mind
driven by primitive desires, and
justified by the supreme, the gods roils.

Wars are a degradation,
a mutation in evolution's crest,
the egos unhealthy rational zest.

A healthy ego creates, and makes
life to grow and glow.
A healthy ego has no wars to show, and
no ill gotten powers to crow.

A weak and mutant ego justifies
the errors and ills of it's mutation, and
weaves the lexicographical
forestry with here and after tapestry
to justify the guilt of waring nations, and
their travesty.

let the healthy ego shine, and
make the lives flow,
not to slow
in prayers to seek solace and reliefs
from the Self falsehood and it''s streaks,
the waring nations freaks.

Transcendental Ego

the talk
the walk
the power
the peace
the love
the affection
the resurrection
all are ego's directions,
life's its, and
the ego's zests.

the energy
the flow
the glow
the Buddha
the Rembrandt, and
the shows.
it is all ego's strolls,
the rolls,
the cajoles.

the past
the present, and
the future
are the ego's creations,
the thoughts, and it's renditions.

ego is energy.
ego is directional.
ego is multi directional.
ego is multiphasic.
ego is cyclical.
ego is up, and
down sparrow.
ego is developmental.
ego is transformational.
ego is transcendental.
ego is its, and
every gene's grit

the war
the destruction
the evil
the delusions
the contradictions
the addictions
are human minds
insecure sways.

ego is evolution's crest, the zest.
ego is, what It is, what It could be, and
what It would be,
the minds destiny in planetary
grace to free human mind
from it's id's plays,
superego's delusional rays,
the insecure sways.
transcendental ego is making it's ways.

Longing For Spring

Snow flakes have made it to the ground.
The ground is cold, bitter cold.
The cold is spreading the wintry blues.
The snow flakes immerse, and hold the ground.
Hope is around.

And, soon there will be spring
to wash away the winter blue swings.

Forest will come alive to awaken the longing
for a fresh embrace of spring grace.