AGAIN AND AGAIN

I will say this again and again

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I have given in kind, a piece of my mind

a positive response was all I had in mind 

yet I find no interest, simply a never mind

ignorance is the ultimate contempt I find

that's fine, peace was no invention of mine.

There is now an ultimate storm in the making

every corner of our planet Earth is awakening

justice in recourse revealing vengeance taking

the residents are fed up and the ship is sinking

who on Earth is equipped to prevent such a thing?.

Survival is a natural objective worth fighting for

what more can be so supportable as to start a war

but every creature knows war will end up in gore

we all deserve to know what we are fighting for

because when it is over we will likely be no more.

Calm and peace settles after a cataclysmic storm

this is the norm, unless we can amicably reform

harmoniously remove the greed, the vicious need

to exploit the less fortunate by being fair indeed

or is such remorseless vile of the elite in the seed.

Such is the established order of productive slavery

dominating the social content where conditions vary

every human being is becoming weary, this is scary

the favoritism of the few at the expense of the many

has to come to an end, there should be a choice if any.

You may say that I am being silly, there is no remedy

it may me uncanny but such is the way of this reality

the cycles follow this way, war, peace and war again

but I am saying at this point in time, there is no gain

if there is a war, there will be everlasting eternal pain.

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THE ERROR IN THE BONE

The Error in the Bone

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The need of being loved as the one and the only

has been placed deep, in the marrow of the bone

such a persistent wish all humans inherently have

rather than the poise of eternal bliss of universal love

to be worshipped as the sole enchantment constantly,

This yearning of being the only exclusively beloved

can never be fully attained, nevertheless is entertained

as the lover's required desire to be  worshipped forever.

When there appears another, jealousy strikes intensely

the wrath of possession, a ruthlessly instinctive reaction.

Betrayal is a painful passion, ruthlessly disheartening 

unless the sublime, the essence of pure love is inspirited

as to embrace the extension of love as a delightful thing,

only the sacred dare share such a uniquely special intimacy.

FORBIDDEN ANGELS

Forbidden Angels
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Stranded on an island called exile 
where the self inflicted pain 
makes the itch of longing remain 
hard to scratch, ever again!. 
As I wander on primary rocks
searching for my maker in gratitude
for stuffing my mind with ample thought
and an "easy come, easy go" attitude.

Yet I persist on demanding peace
not with an apocalyptic struggle
but a good old primal scream.

I remain stretched, reaching out
for a vision uncharted in a dream
obscured but viable it might seem.

As I walk that lonely walk
within the language of stones
up and down in rapid pace
searching for a time, a place
where I can ultimately face
the choice of my own making.

I have just enough hope to cope
with the bait at the end of my rope
as the outgoing tide
will take away and hide
those turbolent thoughts
moving from side to side.

While images keep on falling
from the corner of my eyes
I can hear the silent cries
of forbidden angels, shedding tears
at the plight of forsaken strangers.

SLANDER

Flaring words at the heart of this matter 

scorching hot to eat out of this platter 

may it be for the worse or for the better 

here is a fuming message from yonder

what we have here is a stark reminder

that they are going under, no wonder 

having taken it all, it's time to flounder

just because of such historical plunder

it is time to suffer a histrionic blunder.

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REACHING OUT

Reaching Out For Some Truth

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A point of view is a serious liability in approaching the hereafter

change is imminent, as each premise has a unique perception

order and chaos, sense and nonsense, point out to a paradox

we must get out of this box, if we want to stop the deception.

Religions were vehicles created to guide all mankind to salvation

although fundamental principles vary in each nation's tradition

creating guideline is not to inculcate a flock of faithful by deceit

if mankind is to advance, we must learn to leave behind the past.

While the inner and the outer are in the process of coalescing 

a point of view needs to consider all points of view in the making

relying only on first hand experience as others are for the taking

a pathless road to truth is pressing as faith expands the seeking.

The error of religion is in the mixing of it with political thinking

which has been an exploitation rather than virtuous reasoning

the hierarchy established is contrary to the values of redeeming

the dogmatic imposition of doctrine has not been enlightening.

Basic ethical principles, the morality required in clear thinking

should not be distorted by the cunning means of manipulating

to this effect, us the residents of planet Earth are demanding

an end to all this uncanny methods of devious puppeteering.

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WET DREAM

An angel fell 

from the sky

with a splash

into the ocean 

of my dreams!.

My tides came up

waves hitting

the shores of my mind...

This was a wet dream

sweat and tears and more

she was sinking fast

I dove deep

grabbed her by the hair

held her in my arms

gave her the mouth to mouth.

She coughed holy waters

when she opened her eyes

I heard the silent cries

of a desolate babe

as I felt enamored

with a holy angel.

I woke up soaking wet

drenched in sweat

but had a big smile

on my blushed face

for quite a while.

An angel fell from hell

and I was there to care

this, I woke up to tell

she is mine to keep

I am just about to flip

going back to sleep.