A debt free river in the sand
flows, feeds the land
cools the minds, hearts, and the soul.
"Humanitarian" bombs roll to control.
insanity masters the diplomatic core.
"democracy", and the "freedom" are in play
to relay the post colonial colonial mold.
extremist terrors, and the waring roars
belittles the minds, hearts, and the soul.
A debt free river in the sand
flows, feeds the land,
cools the minds, hearts, and the soul.
sanity is an abnormality in an insane world.
insanity is deep, and covered in greed
humanity is engrossed in commercial rhymes.
media sings it's songs of slime.
A debt free river in the sand is no more.
the IMS
the Central Banks are in control.
post colonial colonial is on the move to
roar
scare
divide
destroy, and
control.
WE ARE THE WITNESS OF OUR TIME.
Wednesday, June 1, 2011
Tuesday, May 17, 2011
Timeless Planetary Abode: A Particle Dream
5/21/2011
Atoms drifts and particle splits
are the hearts, the minds, and the souls
making life to roll.
the games of hearts, minds, and souls
without the atoms and the particles
are mirage, a rationalized cajoles.
5/20/2011
Universe expands as atoms drift, and
the particles split.
drift and split are the essence of thee,
the nature divine.
the universe is crisp as wine
aging in grace, and embracing
as it expands to celebrate thee,
the nature divine.
there are no thoughts, and
there are no minds.
it is all thee, the nature divine
sprouting life in atoms drift, and
in every particle split.
life breathes to expand
the universe,
the natures rhyme
making the sky rise, and
hearts to pulsate
to seek the love, and
the rhyme soaked in wine.
5/17/2011
Atoms drift.
particles split.
meanings are crisp
the sounds are deep, and
hearts are pulsating
in atoms drift.
particles are spliting.
times are timeless, and
fixed.
planet is
revealing
in codes
modes, and
the bodes
garnished in
intellectual particle
modes.
particles are spliting
timeless
planet is
curling,
swirling, and
racing, not knowing that
it is a space,
the particle space,
the ultimate place.
there is no race, and
there is no haste.
timeless planet is a place
where life springs, and
plays the escapades
of minds, hearts, and the souls,
rationalized toasty cajoles.
Listen
to the timeless planet's
codes in "silence",
in "meditation",
in "prayer",and
sense the timeless,
the moments
ever more, says "the minds",
"the all knowing minds",
in atoms drift with deep sounds.
fallacy surrounds.
Feel
the timeless planet's
codes, and
sense the timeless
ever more, says "the hearts",
the "all knowing hearts"
separating the minds from the hearts.
confusion abounds.
there is no ever more
in a timeless zone.
timeless planet is
nothing but a dream,
a mirage dream,
a particle split dream,
a scattered universe particle dream
full of particle fantasy and scream dreams
swirling,
curling, and
racing, not knowing
that there is no place to go.
It is a space,
the particle space,
the ultimate place.
there is no race, and
there is no haste.
Atoms drift.
particles split.
meanings are crisp,
the sounds are deep, and
hearts are pulsating
in atoms drift.
**Thanks for visiting. Please visit again, and again to an evolving metaphor glide!!!
Atoms drifts and particle splits
are the hearts, the minds, and the souls
making life to roll.
the games of hearts, minds, and souls
without the atoms and the particles
are mirage, a rationalized cajoles.
5/20/2011
Universe expands as atoms drift, and
the particles split.
drift and split are the essence of thee,
the nature divine.
the universe is crisp as wine
aging in grace, and embracing
as it expands to celebrate thee,
the nature divine.
there are no thoughts, and
there are no minds.
it is all thee, the nature divine
sprouting life in atoms drift, and
in every particle split.
life breathes to expand
the universe,
the natures rhyme
making the sky rise, and
hearts to pulsate
to seek the love, and
the rhyme soaked in wine.
5/17/2011
Atoms drift.
particles split.
meanings are crisp
the sounds are deep, and
hearts are pulsating
in atoms drift.
particles are spliting.
times are timeless, and
fixed.
planet is
revealing
in codes
modes, and
the bodes
garnished in
intellectual particle
modes.
particles are spliting
timeless
planet is
curling,
swirling, and
racing, not knowing that
it is a space,
the particle space,
the ultimate place.
there is no race, and
there is no haste.
timeless planet is a place
where life springs, and
plays the escapades
of minds, hearts, and the souls,
rationalized toasty cajoles.
Listen
to the timeless planet's
codes in "silence",
in "meditation",
in "prayer",and
sense the timeless,
the moments
ever more, says "the minds",
"the all knowing minds",
in atoms drift with deep sounds.
fallacy surrounds.
Feel
the timeless planet's
codes, and
sense the timeless
ever more, says "the hearts",
the "all knowing hearts"
separating the minds from the hearts.
confusion abounds.
there is no ever more
in a timeless zone.
timeless planet is
nothing but a dream,
a mirage dream,
a particle split dream,
a scattered universe particle dream
full of particle fantasy and scream dreams
swirling,
curling, and
racing, not knowing
that there is no place to go.
It is a space,
the particle space,
the ultimate place.
there is no race, and
there is no haste.
Atoms drift.
particles split.
meanings are crisp,
the sounds are deep, and
hearts are pulsating
in atoms drift.
**Thanks for visiting. Please visit again, and again to an evolving metaphor glide!!!
Saturday, May 7, 2011
Life's Stroll
Life rolls take hold
to caress and cajole
to roll from the holes
of planetary strolls
to return the life's strolls
back into the planetary hole
that caress and cajoles
to mold the eternal soul.
to caress and cajole
to roll from the holes
of planetary strolls
to return the life's strolls
back into the planetary hole
that caress and cajoles
to mold the eternal soul.
Sunday, May 1, 2011
"Humanitarian" Bomb Time
It is Obama "make sure" time.
It is "humanitarian" bomb time.
It is unipolar "free market" time.
It is global empire time.
Symphony of life struggles
in the sickness of our "make sure" time.
Pretexts are turned on.
It is review of war sports time.
It is shuffling of security team time.
It is "make sure" time.
A waring time of our time
stolen from the living time
wrapped in "make sure" time.
It is "humanitarian" bomb time.
It is unipolar "free market" time.
It is global empire time.
Symphony of life struggles
in the sickness of our "make sure" time.
Pretexts are turned on.
It is review of war sports time.
It is shuffling of security team time.
It is "make sure" time.
A waring time of our time
stolen from the living time
wrapped in "make sure" time.
Royal Wedding of Our Time
It is a Royal wedding time.
Feudal Raj lives on.
Pomp and show is on.
Few ride the ride of their time, and
the rest are slipping in dungeon
of bygone time.
Post colonial colonial empire is on
Wrapped in missiles and bombs
Planes fly high...dropping bombs, and
killing everyone in sight.
It is a Royal wedding time.
Wrapped in false pretense,
the "humanitarian" rhyme.....
making sure that no one else has the royal time.
It is the royal wedding time of our time.
Feudal Raj lives on.
Pomp and show is on.
Few ride the ride of their time, and
the rest are slipping in dungeon
of bygone time.
Post colonial colonial empire is on
Wrapped in missiles and bombs
Planes fly high...dropping bombs, and
killing everyone in sight.
It is a Royal wedding time.
Wrapped in false pretense,
the "humanitarian" rhyme.....
making sure that no one else has the royal time.
It is the royal wedding time of our time.
Tuesday, April 26, 2011
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.
____________
Written on Feb. 10,2011, and published on line in April 2011.
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.
____________
Written on Feb. 10,2011, and published on line in April 2011.
Saturday, April 23, 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.
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.
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