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.

TRANSMUTATION IN TRANSIT

The grotesque vision of a life's discarded fantasy

alienated from it's cultural roots, yearning to be free

holding on to the body, eyes wide open but can't see

the soul has taken to ether yet the mind won't let it be

paradox in action, clinging to genetic memory tenaciously

psyche striving for change, as the ghost persists imminently

the spirit rising towards yonder but unable to leave permanently

such a state of conveyance to be handled with kid gloves, swiftly.

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TRIBULATIONS OF THE POET

Sticking one's neck out for "freedom of expression"

is a poet's foremost obligation, not just an impression 

merely to say the needed word that is beyond temptation

the poet must be able to speak out loud, no need to shout 

subtly disguised hush hush, a need to beat around the bush

this poet needs no push, the choice to make is to make a voice

why bother to struggle with half ass poetry, that would be a pity.

When somebody asks me 'what is it that you do',

If I answer 'I am a poet' they sometimes laugh at me

'I am a poet too, no kidding, what do you do for a living'.

which requires a capacity for humility and a sense of humor

or you'll grow a tumor, not everything need be taken seriously.

LET THERE BE LIGHT

Let there be light

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There is a lack of transparency

which makes the World affairs

dubiously flawed, dark and ugly

whistle blowing is the tendency.

Will the lights ever be turned on

the whole picture clearly visible,

the perception of existing reality

would that even be conceivable?.

The skillful game of deception

is considered brilliant diplomacy

which is an essential ingredient 

in the established political reality.

The power of crude brute authority

will now be diminishing really fast

the game of war is played digitally

on the web, with computers at last.

It is high time for transparency

in all clarity, discern this insanity

the vanity of power over each other

is not going to accomplish harmony.

We need to play the balancing game

once we admit we are all the same

and if we wish to move even further

may it be from evil not mother nature..

Our environment is real, let us be clear

we should serve mother, which is dear

we have had a call, high time we hear

hence, we shall have no reason to fear.

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ABUSE OF THE BELOVED

The possessive, jealous, conditional grip of love

is trumped by the detached, selfless, blessed one

all the asserting, pleading, threatening of the lover

is humbled by a love that only wishes the well being.

Love is in the air, as a matter of breathing and exhaling

it has little to do with craving, possessing, depending

it is all about giving, naturally in sync with receiving

once the balance is there, it is just a matter of being.

The tragedies that transpire in the name of love

all the sacrifice, all the emotional pain is in vain

desire and jealousy, huge players in this domain

they have been known to drive the lover insane,

Love can be superficially pampered to sell product

suitors seduction is regarded as advance of the lover

charm is an indication of love, appearance is a factor

which is often misused by the shrewd to attain power.

In the name of love many crimes are committed

but such tendencies are hardly ever admitted

the license of ownership is legally permitted

with the consent of law tenure is persisted.

For the love of the beloved may love be conceded

integrity of such a feeling needs to be safeguarded

all those false values should eventually be discarded

otherwise the whole notion of love will be abandoned.

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PLAY & YALP

Should you wish to play a hand
in a post-modern intermedia event
Bad ass 'Dada' conjured as such idea
interactive theater in multi media 
the energy of action poetry and art
innovative cabaret theater is the act.

A potent, psychoactive happening
the word of mouth as a form of art
raw, live, get ready to dive and react
into the abyss of this absurdist kiss.
Such is the bliss of creative freedom
this involves all, not just the whom.

Let us lay the play bottoms up I say
turn it around, utter Yalp, Yalp.. yalp
let us let how silly can we get, and bet
like a naive pet eager to participate
in the dynamics of suchlike suboriginal
primitive-post modern expressionism.

Imagine holding the strings of a puppet
in your hands as you pull the strings
yelp 'wake up puppet, wake up and play!'
the power of the crowd in hysterical urge
awakening the puppet, prompting perform
applause should be accompanied by Yalping.

" CLAP-CLAP, YALP-YALP-clap yalp "

This is a ritual in which we are all
participants as co-players, co-creators
of special linguistic circumstances
whereby art, poetry, music and play
are felt and experienced spontaneously
as an interactive continuous activity.

'Yalp' is a multifaceted balancing act
a working relationship between polarities
of words, images, motion and sounds
of light and heavy, of the mockery of irony
intimacy and alienation playing in contrast
pain and pleasure, the inner and the outer.
let what is inside mingle with the outside.

When those circumstances are created
the theater of absurdity will manifest
a metamorphosis will follow at best
laughter will trigger transformation
the puppet and the human will merge
an uninhabited creature will emerge
The word is, If you want to PLAY
you have to be prepared to YALP.

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PRAYER TO LORD

A prayer to Lord
uttering the word
of the poetic chord
with the urge to sort
all that we could afford
the rest they must deport
hoping to find the support
of whatever we would export.

COMET ISON

Something is burning
without flames,
somebody must be
playing games.
Ashes turning into dust,
invisible dreams
beneath the crust.
Birds are singing
so we must
hear the whispers
of the past,
find new meaning
in ancient trust.
Passion is rising
from the bust
which was once
yearning lust.
Time is burning
here at last,
life is changing
changing fast.
The thing to ask
if we must
is who is it
that we trust?.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=xhOtzzlZOyo

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PROJECT UNDERDOG - UTOPIA

It is only now, since the arrival of the www, that the entire World can have a voice,

exchange information, ideas, opinions. The choice to make is to make a voice.

Anyone is capable of making noise, but civilization is being able to communicate,

person to person, beyond borders, beyond the divisions of nations and religions,

beyond selling products, winning games, scoring points, competing for trophies.

The notion of finding a common ground, to be able to have harmonious coexistence

I wish and hope that eventually animals and plants and all life forms residing on Earth
will also be able to participate, then we'll be able to make Earth truly a wonderful place.

It is from the gates of reception that we should be able to reach out for such a Utopia

If each baby born is given the deserved love, care, the unbiased, enlightening education
to be able to live up to their inherent particular potentials, by utilizing the latent powers. 

Admittedly the first few generations will be forced to compromise making a big sacrifice.

All mothers, parents, teachers, fellow humans must have the full hearted intention

not to pass over their bias, devoid of any personal possession, of selfish identification.

Such an awareness can not be forced, it has to dawn on everyone collectively, at once

as each time a beloved is born, God arrives in this form of all the children of mankind

once this is meticulously established in the soul-spirit of everyone, the rest will follow

such a dream I have visualized in my Utopian fantasy, 

an ecstasy concerning tomorrow.

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HOPE TO COPE

The last man left on Earth

all alone but not so lonely

bathing in a solitary space

time, a far reaching stretch

the World, a forsaken place

left behind, as life was kind

never mind, he seems blind

since he still expects to find

some other soul of his kind

as to handle life's last hurdle

saved for a knock at the door.

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TO THE FUTURE GENERATIONS

To the future generations of mankind

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The soul when given a bogus goal, cried foul

did not want to be harnessed, forced to crawl

compelling the indoctrination of how to cope

reinforcing the freedom of moving in and out

motivated, after all this is what life is all about.

For the sake of the yet unborn children to come

our babies should not become androids of sorts

but nature's own design, the sum of their efforts

it doesn't matter whether they are yours or mine

so long as the soul isn't severed from the divine.

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THE AWAKENING

The Awakening
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There was a wake up call promptly intercepted

sophisticated methods used by spying oglers

picking the message like a thread from butter

in a matter of moments blinders were fluttered

orders were released to locate loose roosters

eyebrows were raised as beaks were tightened.


Fractured were relations in draconian quarters

there were oligarchic vestiges facing extinction

nerves were sharpened, sabers rattled in vain

as pain was a compulsory condition to remain

at the tip of the hierarchic orders established

as dust settled like snowfall upon the polished.


Simply such a cock-a-doodle-do was now due

the streaming herds were alerted to take a cue

which was due to the waking of the awakening

whose awareness of the folly of the phony king

as the wasted thing, were making a blaring ring

while everyone of any adeptness started to sing.

ON THE SPOT APPRAISAL

An on the spot appraisal

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We are a blessing upon Earth, we were made to think

we are such a superior species to all the other creatures

shame was bestowed upon us, it came with a dressing

leaves become garments, fashion was the civilized thing

we invented fire and then the wheel, progress was made

weapons were refined, the ability to kill, even got a thrill.

While insects grew wings we learned to build the machines

we are able to fly. up the sky, to the Moon, Saturn.. higher

capacity to destroy this entire planet, is within our means

we have now achieved the distant possibilities of our dreams

so it seams, but what seems ailing is our intimate feelings

we are starting to drone and to clone to attain godly things.

What will follow next, for this we need no pretext

we will either shake loose from the unnatural abuse

or we shall use up and deplete all our natural resources, 

still resorting to violence, applying unreasonable forces

such is the process we are at this moment living through

we shall either become whole or break apart and crumble.