SHED

The pitiful grievances I sometimes hear 

goes through one ear but does not clear

gets stuck in the mind, therefore I fear

it may not come out from the other ear,

I have to forsake the pain with a tear.

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BLIND FAITH

When we look at material bodies 

we see shapes of solid things

not an illusion in a real sense

variations in structure of space 

appearing in a physical phase.

Particles are not as they are

all was given to us as a whole 

not one here and another there 

subject and object are simply one

this will manifest once we're done.

A barrier was not broken down 

such an obstacle never existed

the outer, the inner are present

opposites curve into each other

in the infinity of time and space.

We need to have blind faith to range

the will power required for a change

since we carry in the dormant stage

the latent forces we inherently have

which we end up taking to our grave.

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ALERT

Intelligence is an open wound, treat it with wisdom
cunning is the by-product, can be schemed at random.
What is truly from the heart, enthrallment for empathy
could be brutally squandered by condescending apathy.

BALL PLAY

Here is moving past 

the ageing sorrow 

to kick the bucket 

scare the chickens 

who fouled the waters 

with steroid pollute. 

I swallowed enough

while still at school.

With bloodshot eyes 

I salute you all, 

in raging fury 

am a little dreary, 

here comes the ball 

I kick it abrupt

I kick it high 

to score a goal 

right into the sky.

Let me ask you why

 you ate the cow

 before I figured how

 to drink the milk?.

I am on my way

 to the forgotten land

where they dish the news

 in tomahawk scraps.

It has been a while

since I caught this bug,

reluctant to leave

without a hug.

The brass is shifting

in gushes of denial,

they'll be smuggling

the Sphinx in a while.

Ancient nation drifting

right down the Nile.

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AUTOMATISM

I have been experiencing fits of automatic scribbling
when the hand grabs a pen, fingers move erratically
no conscious direction, vigorously scribbling on paper
instantly words of unknown origin rushing through ink
devoid of meaning, only what the looker is perceiving
it is like being a medium of extra sensory channeling.

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NECK ON LINE

I have been blustering a point of view
loud and clear, I’m saying what is due
freedom of expression coming through
the butt is exposed, neck is on the line 
I'll take my chances, hope that'll be fine
I have no intention to engender a crime
no point in me beating around the bush
I speak out my mind, don't need a push.

IMPLICATION

The depth of your being

encompasses hidden forces

with the potential of expanding

the traits which are on the surface.

What was suppressed can be provoked

latent powers emerge once they're evoked

those dormant energies can easily be tapped

once they are detected and carefully unwrapped.

On one hand there will be many benefits to contend

yet such an intricate process should inevitably depend

on an attitude, the purpose of what a person might intend

whether it is to dominate, exterminate or create and amend.

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COMMUNICATE

We often communicate as we fail to realize we are mis-communicating 
Even in the simplest terms it is a matter of expressing and interpreting
Beneath the veil of the surface facade there is the language of signs
Gestures and tones, familiarity with the person, and the subject helps
To understand a true feeling and also relate to what the other is saying.
Mostly people appear to communicate just to avoid trivial arguments
While there are others who force communication with a gun at hand
We all know two times two makes four & two plus two makes sense
Hence we conduct conversation not as communication but pretence.

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MIRROR MIRROR ON THE WALL

Layers upon layers as my memory traces

fading faces within faces of distant places

many lucid visions have been squandered

washed against remote corners of my mind 

where the faintest ideas gather and season

longing to be set free from the grasp of reason.

My roots have been severed, my shoots crushed

my memory comes and goes, I walk on my toes

my feet are slippery, I am behaving rather jittery.

I sleep well though, I witness myself in dreams

barely a child, still in diapers, licking my fingers

yet I can easily climb a tree, I feel so gingerly free

being exactly me, carefree, like it was meant to be.

When I wake up though, as my eyes catch a mirror

all of a sudden I am faced by a disturbing reminder

there must be an error here, I know not this stranger

a vexing feeling catches me off guard, I’m in danger

threatened by time, it is my fright that I have to fight

that's when I sink into blue ink, bite my lips and write

what I might think does not necessarily incite delight

I may be intending to banish all mirrors from my sight.

JUST LIKE THAT

A repose amongst fleeting visions
at an interval, a moment, an instance,
in a flash it goes, as though it never was
but something was captured, an impression,
which alters perception, accordingly a conception.
What appears is only relative to instantaneous capture,
as infinite possibilities are instigated at a moment's rapture.

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NOTHING AT ALL

At the negation of inherent existence 
the mind is emptied in dire container
a head so clear when turned around
washed out of any evidence of doubt.
Nothingness is where all this sprouts
cherishing emptiness in utter silence
stillness of mind instigating harmony
all in nothing should set the soul free.

PARADOX

A riddle was put in place
an eternal cycle of change
that between feeling and form
there should be this interchange.
The bound searching for freedom
yet freedom is asking to be housed
in the safe confinement of the bound.

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CONDUIT

I have been experiencing fits of automatic scribbling

when the hand grabs a pen, fingers moving erratically

no conscious direction, vigorously scribbling on paper

instantly words of unknown origin rushing through ink

devoid of meaning, only what the looker is perceiving

I am just being a medium of extra sensory channeling.

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