ABUNDANT

The roar of a crowd in a jam-packed stadium
as the excitement builds, the impact of a goal
in a game where the throng hungers for score
the outburst of an intense thundering uproar.
Captivated spectators dispense psychic frenzy
screaming their guts out in hysterical ecstasy
rapidly, enormous energy released all at once
waves of emotional force discharged instantly.
Captured proficiently with cutting edge scrutiny
can possibly be transformed into clean energy
once it is harnessed, could be easily accessed
intense emotional fury can light up a city surely.

DENIAL

People want to see what they want to see
From their point of view, biased as it may be
One also expects another to see the projected
Such is the nature of man, between you and me
Plain truth may be rejected once the seer is effected.

FACADE

Some of us have been locked in a personality
only in deepest dreams may truth show its face
we know very well the false aspect of our nature
yet, we often hide behind a disguised disposition.
Vanity demands, we dress up to appropriate attire
to have an appearance of what we supposedly are
strange as this may sound, we are willfully impaired
assumed distinctions are constantly being compared.

LONG DUE

A wake up call has been 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, beaks were tightened.
Fractured were relations in draconian quarters
Noble oligarchic vestiges were facing extinction
Nerves were sharpened, sabers rattled in vain
Assuming the masses would absorb this pain
As dust settled like snowfall upon the polished
A new World order is strictly to be established
The streaming herds are alerted to take a cue
This was long due but the masses had no clue
Of how to turn the darkened sky back into blue.

AS TIME STOOD STILL

Time is a mighty river everflowing towards eternity
while we journey in it towards some destination 
the point of total change, which we call death 
where we stop while time goes on and on 
or...do.. do we go on while time stops?
shall we ever recognize the answer
collectively, clearly and ultimately?
When we are universal with time
we are not merely the passenger
we are a part of the entire journey.
Are there then not those moments
when we catch a glimpse of eternity
as time in all transparency stands still.

WACKY WICKY LEAK

Having taken a dubious concealed peek
at the wary creatures of the local pasture
big brother is also deemed to be a sneak
which can bring about the ultimate rupture
of a dubiously constructed bogus structure
since the whistleblower who revealed a leak
has taken a hasty departure to avoid capture.
As the story goes, most people have a cause
to feel uneasy, untrusting, even angry because
there is a breach of promise which does arouse
a good reason to be weary of entrusted spouse
who can bring about the wreckage of the house.

VICTOR'S TAKE

Fighting a war was the way conquests were made

history should bear witness, but that also changed

each conquerer had a brand new version to dictate

praising heroism and valour for their egoistic stake. 

With certain modifications this continues to this day

the vested interests could persist in having their say

exploited also enslaved, the herds are made to pay

as the meek are willing to close their eyes and pray.

Equal footing for all, revolutions have been in vain

human nature persisting in what it could not attain

rebel turned victorious, another despot in disguise

when on top of the pack, staying that way was wise.

SURFING THE WAVE

Sliding from the tip like a razor sharp shave
Catching the drift, staying on top of the shift
Surfing the mighty wave, a task of the brave
Balanced and subtle, bearing with the curve
The gist of this journey is to have the nerve.

FOOD FOR THOUGHT

Assuming consciousness will continue to exist after life is over
suppose the memory retained in the brain will be remembered
Further still, everything experienced in life recorded precisely
the way it happened objectively with crystal clear accessibility
the comparison of subjective memory versus an actual reality
should make us realize the obstinate denial we are living with.

SUBORIGINAL DOODLE

This is the language my fingers speak while holding pen

When my mind is elsewhere, unaware of action at hand

Thousands of doodles to this day have emerged unkept

On napkins, desks, walls, wherever the fingers doodled

Here is my true identity, may not be clear but this is real.

MEDITATION

Our mind should go to the restroom continuously
to empty the excess of garbage that accumulates
when we go to sleep this takes place automatically
entangled thoughts in knots, keep clogging the brain
meditation helps release heavy junk that remain stuck
the pressure of disturbing thoughts clinging to the mind
conscious focus in moment, off with delusions of torment
attaining stillness in the mind by holding it with deep breath
within a matter of an instance, clear thoughts should emerge
single pointedly focused, the breath will dissolve the crammed
released effortlessly, should clear away all the accumulated junk.

BELIEVE OR NOT

Some worshippers have their faith well polished

as they tend to prayers to wash away their sins

with hands raised up, words through dumb lips

not knowing the meaning of what a plea means.

Most believers are waning, wanting and begging

only few are humbly thankful, simply affirming

there is the odd vindicator ranting and cursing

demanding satisfaction, grudgingly complaining.

Faith is in the bonding of the mind with the heart

emotion is a driving force and the feeling is trust

understanding that in life, this is what one must

once belief is beyond logic, reasoning may start.

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THREATENED SANITY

I have watched skies bleed
from arrows aimed at dreams
In the midst of a lightning strike
the sky was ruthlessly torn apart
scattering clouds in a hectic rush
hovering like the ghosts of angels
emerging from a boisterous sky.
I wish to forget what I have seen
I want to whitewash my stained skin
from the damaging places I have been
just for the sake of my threatened sanity.
Thoughts that keep mocking me within
resentments which one does not need
wonderful dreams are sabotaged by envy
making you realize you can not embrace
everyone who happen to cross your path
you are thus unable to trust just anyone.
The act of sharing can only blossom
with the intent of serving and offering
the fun of life is in the here and now
so why is it that we keep on denying
when there's so much to be enjoyed
in the intimacy of love and laughter
there should be no call for slander
we do not need any phony games
what we attest makes us wonder.

SHARING

The established order is all about survival

the prey will resist and the shark will insist

so far this has been the disposition of man

thousands of year cycles of shark and prey.

We are at the threshold of a major change

the entire World can now casually interface

much of the secret has risen to the surface

anybody can now participate in cyberspace.

The world wide web is an alternative space

the emergence of a parallel virtual universe

The age of sharing is the outcome of caring

to rise to this calling may take some daring.

THEATRE OF THE ABSURD

Things I have so far witnessed in this life

has driven me to the idiom of the absurd

not only have I learned to laugh at them

but also get my kicks by playing the fool

to make people laugh is absolutely cool. 

The privileged fool is a fool of indulgence 

the popular fool is a fool through capacity

excess is by no means proof of capability

greed is no indication of a personal ability

I cherish humility in evidence to humanity.

I have been fooling myself that I’m not crazy

although there are times when I flip my top

jump out of my mind in case I lose my head

I’m willing to get to the bottom without a rope

so I don't hang myself should I stop to cope.

DANGER

Warriors of despair, emerge pair by pair
They are the products of a bleak affair
They aren't punished for their anger
They are punished by their anger
From within comes the danger.

DOODL"ART

When hands go along scribbling spontaneously

without any conscious direction, unintentionally

like chewing one's fingernails, picking the nose

an automatic compulsive habit, instincts alerted

as streaming visions pour out the subconscious 

cellular memory in fusion with genetic intimation

residual is invoked in the presence of a conjurer.

AGE OF REASON

Should science ever reckon the divine
we might attain balance in our stance
when imagination is rationally sublime
as knowledge and faith merge into one
we could understand it all in an instant
with an open heart , the soul is present
when there's faith inside, there is vision
as the mind clears up, there'll be reason.

INCOGNITO

Masks and masks and masks

everyone solicitously wearing 

walking around in fake smiles

inner feelings kept in disguise

expedient posture of pretence

is the state of natural defence. 

Masks are taken as we arrive

superficial allusions of identify

names, numbers, tags, brands

various means to secure ends

skirts for ladies, pants for gents

a fancy crown his majesty gets.

A mask is an indication of fear 

looks like a safe way to appear

remove when the coast is clear

can't hide the truth from a seer

outwardly proud, but really shy 

may face yourself once you try.

ATTITUDE

One person’s paradise can be someone else’s demise
Within the vessel of the soul, bleak creatures surmise
Trapped they feel within the confines of their boarder
What's abode to some might be the cage of another
Attitude is the personal aspect of established order.

SUBCONSCIOUS

Caught the drift, throwing an avid glance
each person may carry an akin presence
subliminally residing inside another mind
emerging without conscious deliberation
subtly take the hint, never mind the grind
intuition is the direct means of revelation
emerges in the absence of premeditation.

BEHOLDER

Captured in this instance 
suspended between intervals
a blink of an eye in slow motion 
biting time, a pull here, a push there
in a flash it goes, as though it never was
but something was captured, an impression
which alters perception, accordingly in quantum
what appears is only relative to that moment's catch
with infinite possibilities in store at imagination's stretch.

QUANTUM CONSIDERIUM

A point of view can be serious liability
when one is approaching the hereafter
an objective view may have to consider
all possibilities concurrently in the hither.
When a first hand experience is occurring
whatever imagination may render possible
might be feasible in eternal time and space.

WELL SPOKEN

What I wanted to say has been said before
What else can I do but repeat it once more
Freedom of expression is crucial, therefore
Speak out your mind but through your heart
You'll be appeased should you play your part.

DREAM METAPHOR

In my dream last night I was taken by the sea
floating like driftwood, as light as one could be
when suddenly, waves threw me against the rocks
I could have crushed badly, but instead I took a dive
the deeper I went, the calmer it got, yet pressure I felt
as though I was coming to rest at the bottom of the sea
I did my best, held my breath as I surfaced from the depth
When I woke up I took a breath, I am afloat and out of debt.

THE NATURE OF STRUGGLE

Since the dawn of history, Homer's epic of the Wooden horse

there has been always war on Earth, celebrated by the victors

advocating courage, chivalry, heroism, the splendor of passion

ruthlessly exploiting and brainwashing the coming generation

glorifying martyrdom, aptly encouraging sacrifice for kingdom.

Ingenious methods are applied, with cutting edge instruments

aggregating battle ready soldiers as a formidable war machine

trained efficiently with ingenious computer games at the cradle

as juveniles they will be trained, getting ready to join the battle

thus continues the ongoing theatre of mankind’s futile struggle. 

It looks like war has been ingrained deep in the human nature

regardless, such a tendency points out at a cataclysmic future

unless we can overcome the passion for butchery, and refuse

to go along with the notion that, there's no freedom to choose

ironically though, we are at war with nature, if we win we lose.