RIFFRAFF

A point of view is serious liability 
in the ability of securing a future
with sensibility, a grasp of reality
ease the grip of staunch banality
allow premise to yield perception
exploitation is subject to deception
as long as riffraff is placed in a box
conflicts may cause bipolar paradox
it is detrimental to get rid of this stuff
a strict point of view is biased enough.

MIDDLE AGE

There are so many layers of time unfolding simultaneously
progression on some levels while regressing in the others
cross-currents moving from past to future and back again
half way in life we might catch a glimpse of the other me
moving in reverse, from the old age towards birth stage
as we cross each other at crossroads we might deduct
this point in time marks a centre in life, the middle age
hence, distance travelled equals the remaining stage.

BIPOLAR

One person’s paradise can be someone else’s demise
Within the vessel of their soul, bleak creatures cry foul
Trapped they feel confined to bounds of their boarders
What is an abode to some might be a cage for another
Should this attitude prevail, why would someone bother.

GHOSTS OF BLUNDER

It occurred to me that signs of apology would be relevant
For the moral of an entire country, the social psychology
Of the people who have been taken for a ride this long
A realization of truth versus the manufactured reality
One must give the sinner the means to apologize
On behalf of past delusion, a sign to recognize
It helps to follow the road safely, just in case
Ghosts of blunder appear, we have to face.

INTIMATE BUGGERS

I derive much inspiration from invisible beings
you might think I am being silly or even crazy
admittedly they are too tiny for the eyes to see
some dwell on my skin others are inside of me
whether they are bacteria, germs, minute bugs
we carry them unknowing, our intimate inmates
we provide their habitat, their breeding ground
as we have a close look under the microscope
aliens we seek out there are closer than we think.

TIDINGS OF NOAH

Significant is the participation of entire humanity 

Not just nations, groups and races but the whole

What is in the essence of everyone dead or alive

We are all situated in the same boat, like it or not

We are here to co-exist before the going gets hot.

There is a choice though, for each to take alone

There are people who usurp the right to enforce

Feeling sovereign, they leave no choice to some

Clear them out so they might, as they usually do

The history of humanity so far sums up to abuse.

What is the use when the brutes coerce the meek

Slavery has had many phases from the beginning

The outcome we have, is a divided, unruly World

Media controls the masses with what they are told

Despite the tangible, we are on each other’s throat.

There are many ways out of here, no need to fear

Either the superior ones will exterminate the week

Secure themselves a World and also the last word

Or submit to change and work for the good for all

I have made admonition but the order may be tall.

HEAVY LOAD

She came with luggage 
he gave a helping hand
it was all neat and proper
he was a true gentleman.
Once the load was spread
over her queen size bed
she extended an inviting hand
which he held in high esteem
but there was laundry to contend
which belonged to a late friend
he was inclined but he declined
the load was too big to handle
instead he kissed her goodbye
reached out for the door handle
without even a hug or a fondle
left her on her own to wonder.