Are you to keep yourself
Hidden?
You are the truth,
The rising sun here
With all lights.
The smile is yours,
The love is yours,
And you are pleased to
Reciprocate all.
You enjoy favoring
Devotion without
Any explanation.
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The sky, so deep
With the frame ofThe ocean.The eyes, so redI discoveredWithin me.I wish not to goAnywhere but toStay here withThe air so fair.And I wish toShow life withNo tears no fears.
For me
You opened up.And we call youFor ourSafety andSecurity.You travelled to usWith many coloursAnd sights.And we put ourselvesIn troubles withNasty worksDay and nights.You delighted usAnd we care not.We make nothingAnd yet we saidEverything here is ours!
Who and where? ?
What do you meanBy true friend?No one can say.Think, thinkStay calm andThink again andYet again and say.While sayingExpress notYour emotions.While sayingGo not withTrade or commerce.But I knowVery shinning isThere in true friendship.
Fear is my brother,
My family members includeMy sons, grandsons, wives,And other relatives-They are my senses, limbs,skin, muscles, blood, marrow etc.I have to leave this village –My body,With all my near and dear.And I am defeated in allMy activities here in this world.I experience no pain here,As I am not attached.
The cow is not the tiger,
Show how you are braveAnd a hero.If you are not sureWho is the real guilty,Convict not anyone,And give not punishment.If situation so arisesControl your sensesAnd live like a deaf,Dumb, and blind.
No unification no separation,
Fact simple, nothing, butTrapped all and existenceContinued in suffering.All illusion, self itselfIs in question tag withNo particle of even sand.
A relationship that has ended
Its mending.
When we once tried to begin,
Again!
How long…
Is a goodbye we said before.
When a door that was closed…
Was never to be opened.
And we parted to be friends,
Again!
Why?
Why do we do this to try…
Something not meant to be for us.
Why can’t we just forget this.
To quit it.
And walk away to stay that way.
And why?
Why do we hurt ourselves.
Hoping that no one else…
Will come between us.
When love was never there,
To trust!
How long…
Do you think we can carry on,
A relationship that has ended
Its mending.
When we once tried to begin,
Again!
How long…
Is a goodbye we said before.
When a door that was closed…
Should never been then opened.
To let heartbreak begin,
Again!
Tell me why?
Why do we do this to try.
Why can’t we be the friends we could have been,
Before.
Before we thought we had much more!
And what was that did we explore…
Before?
But then again,
Perhaps…
Our friendship,
Was never one that ended.
Since one between us ever did begin!
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If more and more people claim,
While they were locked up in prison?Then why are they not finding ‘Him’In the churches…That sit on tax free property?And billions are spent annuallyTo rehabilitate their ‘vision’ that reflectsA society moralistically on God’s side!And more of these ‘dens’ of peace…Are being contructed to release ‘disciples’!To recycle this everlasting glow bestowed.
Would you ask a mason,
Because it appears…He enjoys laying bricks.Would you ask an architect,To design it for you…Without a thought of paying for it.Would you ask someone to ‘act’ for you?Because that’s what you know they do.And acting seems easy too?That’s what many people think.Until they discover each would printed…Has to be absorbed into the brain to sink.Without pauses…
The best antidote,
With druthers to prevent,Any progressive, forward movement.Just leave them alone!They will get the hint.And if they don’t…Why bother to care?Or stay there to consent?With a stagnation of sentiments.You would have left them to breathe fresher air.Aware your steps,Have been taken to keep them distanced!Choosing to live your life,Adventuring.And if you like…With a flair you welcome…
Whatever It is that I am thanking…
I am grateful to have It know my existence!Grateful that It enters my heart and my soul,Grateful that It knows!Whatever It is that forgets and forgives…And removes stumbling blocks from my life as I live.Whatever It is before language came to be,In my mind I carry It…And in ‘It’ It carries me!Whatever It is that…
I can appreciate and understand
Something is extremely flattering about that!However…You having fantasies about me,With someone else…AND I am available?Somehow I don’t find that amusingFlattering OR forgivable!That’s why I want a divorce.For you to say I am not understanding…Is more ridiculous than you can imagine!Of course I said I was flattered!Just because you were ‘just’ next door,Enjoying our neighbor’s new…
Limited by fakers of faith…
With defeat and downfall on their lips.Christians only in quick church visits.Describing the evils,And how they deal with it.Uniting to bring themselves to levelsThey understand.Allowing those to sing the bluesAnd those who come with good news,Are looked upon with disgust and contempt!Smiling faces are abandoned…With these messages sentFrom those who claim to ‘know’ God!
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Being
Deceiving!
And how long,
Can we keep strong…
When we’re receiving,
This pain.
Our heartache is all that remains.
And, we pay!
Just how long,
Can we go on…
Being
Deceiving!
For how long,
Can we keep strong…
When we’re receiving,
This pain.
Our heartache is all that remains.
And, we pay!
With wishes it all goes away!
And, we pay!
With wishes it all goes away!
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Tears falling…
In celebration,We face their absence…Feeling blessed,And yet forlorn.We hold them in our hearts…We do!Keeping them loved,Where they belong.And wishing them well,In our minds sometimes saddened…Until we are joined together,Gladdened!In an afterlife of praises…And in song!
‘How is it that you do what it is you do? ‘
From my ambitious toilet creations?Or would you prefer to take notes,During my temper tantrum escapades?‘How do you maintain your prolificness? ‘Well…That depends on what I eat,I imagine.How do you maintain yours?
I’ve already said what I have had to say.
You want it said another way.Unfortunately there is nothing else.Nothing I’d like to convey.I am not the one in masquerade.Nor am I the fool you believed,I portrayed.You choose to hide behind pretentions.And today I seek reality.Something you hide and afraid to display.There’s no need to argue.Or vent a temperment!I’ve already said what I have had…
This may be a bit too hot for you!
But the cook perfers to have you sweat!Believing it’s the heat,That loosens up the neck!And we all have seen a stiff neck unrelaxed!Walking like a duck with a straight flat back!What appreciation for life…Does someone who is stuck up like that,Have for reality?When they act stuck up…Like something is up their butt!This may be a…
‘Naturally…
Like oursWho struggle to maintain some degree of normalcy.Especially during these distressing economic times,Of severe cutbacks and unexpected belt tightening.It is utter madness!I can not express the number of decisions we’ve made,To do without those needless comforts.Bertram?When you are done dusting my Mercedes,Would you please bring to meA small glass of Moet from the guest…
It is right there!
Should exist at all.There…Like a welcomed friend it has been.And now why it should upset…Gets more disturbing.And yet…The origins will not be uncovered,Trying to trash those living barely…In their urban nests.This economic meltdown,Had preferred credit attached to it!And many viewed living in dire straits…Maybe used as scapegoats.But their activities,Need not cause uproar for this debate.Far…
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put in place by the state
‘for our protection’
become the apparatus
of a repressive and
totalitarian state?
‘Oh it can’t happen here, we’re a free country’…
but children never know the experience of
their parents’ lost inner freedoms of the mind.
How long?
Start counting
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to be born, cradled in
a lighted small partof that hidden yet complete,awaiting a future lightfrom somewhere as a sun;where does that first newborn smilecome from? what does it know?
You don’t hear the word
It floated into the mindthis morning in the middleof a fit of gloomscall it grace ifyou believe in gracecarefreeit comes without stringslike an escaping balloona blue balloon ora thinks balloonno documents to signno commitmentno promises, no-one toforgive, not evenmyself, noteven a solemn declarationabout giving up all otherall a bit easy, no wonderit’s out of fashionwell…
One in three of us, the stats say, lives alone. Sad;
It’s late at night. You’re alone. The PC off at last. The TV off.Finally you put aside the book you’re reading. The attention’s drifting.Too late too, for reading in bed. You should justget up from the chair, switch off the light,etc. But you don’t. You just sit there. Thisis one of life’s great private joys….
When the desert breeze blew
Layla stood there hoping thatthe wind rippling through her silken robewould carry the scent of her love to Majnunwhile Majnun stood there hopingthat the breeze would carryfrom her forbidden encampmentthe scent of Layla’s loveto meet his own and mergeWhen the north wind blows coldwith snow to blanket the shivering earth,when the biting eastern windcomes with…
They seem to be thinking, soft-eyed, snuffling, cropping,
then move gently closer,as if they were unaware,rub muzzles, necks,love each other silently, almost imperceptibly,move away again as gently;solitude in company may hidewhat we do not hear; what we do not thinkthe battle horse long retiredso skilled in life and death,proud of many battleshe and his master as oneswords flashing, leaning sharplythis way that wayrearing…
Krishna passed that mountain many times;
that all his mind was filled with fresh delightas if he’d never walked, nor seen, that way;the beauty of the mountain ever new,the moment of its sight, the world reborn;the mind surprised by what it always knew:the beauty past all beauty’s name and form.This is true beauty, in ourself revealed:a sight that’s ever fresh, yet…
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before it starts to bruise
itself?
How long
may a heart stay vulnerable
before it grows a strength?
How long
must a heart wait
for another love?
How long
it seems
How long?
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A spring morning – well,
I’ll picture mine, you picture yours –champagne bubbling in the blood and in the mind,hopes and possibilities flooding freshly in..but a spring mid-afternoon… like today, like now:a subtle balance of the elements;the sunlight bathes the room, but gently,with its promise; yet,there’s a timeless peace with itthat’s like a life surveyed; yetfree of thought, of comparison,…
One of those days.
Like some invisible burdento do with humanity or somethingpersonal, imagined, no clue,pressing down, tensing the back,can barely walk a straight line,face full of repressed angerabout what I don’t know,then yawning with the wearinessof doing nothingso how to deal with itif you don’t knowwho laid it on youor whyopened the paperalmost too bored to do that,read…
Where are the great myths of our age –
In their absence, scientific researchhas wondrous tales yet to tell…Jon, the renowned professor of psychologyand not averse to self-examination and experiment,took Paxil – Prozac’s cousin – for eightadventurous weeks.In week five – ‘the world changed’…his heavy work load, his insecuritiesas an untenured professor,vanished like magic; changes which he’d wishedto make for himself for years,happened overnight…
This starry dawn – the wise men yet afar –
Is Mary tired? Or, as one untouched?All birth’s a miracle; not less this one.The cattle have bestirred at hint of morn,the thought of feeding making moist their muzzle;straw is rustling, as they, manger-drawn,find unfamiliar form- so warm – to nuzzle.What were the first words Joseph softly saidto Mary, as dawn broke, this day of days?And…
and when you’re a child, you learn so much
by the tone of voicein which they say thingsmy mother, saying of a particular personwhom I’d never met – or if I had,would not have known what to make of them –‘She’s a simple person’and the tone of voice with which she said thiswas full of compassion, without a touch of criticism:it meant, she has…
How many noble schemes from goodwill’s heart,
have foundered, lost their glorious craft and artthrough hesitancy born of baseless fears?We do not see the moment as divine,thinking that those plans are somehow ‘ours’;forgetting, too, that Providence sublimeyields timeless good through time in human hours:the task begun, this heavenly Providencebegins to move; bestows her love’s supportwith means, events, beyond coincidence;assistance past all dreams…
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How long will you think about this painful life?
How long will you think about this harmful world?
The only thing it can take from you is your body.
Don’t say all this rubbish and stop thinking.
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The Secret Sits – Poem by Robert Frost
We dance round in a ring and suppose,But the Secret sits in the middle and knows.
Sonnets Xvii by William Shakespeare
O NEVER say that I was false of heart,Though absence seem’d my flame to qualify!As easy might I from myself depart,As from my soul, which in thy breast doth lie:That is my home of love; if I have ranged,Like him that travels I return again,Just to the time, not with the time exchanged,So that myself…
You Were My Angel
To me girl, you were an angel,You were my heart and everything u can see,You were my baby, you were my baby,And you were all of the world to me,Now baby, there is no more crying,Now I’m gone, maybe you’ll be okay,And I am so sorry, that baby I hurt you,And I can never make…
Every day I bear a burden, and I bear this calamity for a purpose:
Before the fattener-up of all who are lean, I drag this so emaciated body;Though they expel me from two hundred cities, I bear it for the sake of the love of a prince;Though my shop and house be laid waste, I bear it in fidelity to a tulip bed.God’s love is a very strong fortress;…
Sonnet Lix by William Shakespeare
If there be nothing new, but that which isHath been before, how are our brains beguiled,Which, labouring for invention, bear amissThe second burden of a former child!O, that record could with a backward look,Even of five hundred courses of the sun,Show me your image in some antique book,Since mind at first in character was done!That…
Sonnet 122: Thy Gift, Thy Tables, Are Within My Brain by William Shakespeare
O thou, my lovely boy, who in thy powerDost hold Time’s fickle glass his fickle hour;Who hast by waning grown, and therein show’stThy lovers withering, as thy sweet self grow’st.If Nature, sovereign mistress over wrack,As thou goest onwards, still will pluck thee back,She keeps thee to this purpose, that her skillMay Time disgrace, and wretched…