UNDER JEOPARDY

Sensitive people are the greatest pain sufferers, instigated by their nature
The slightest disturbance is taken in with an open heart of unbiased empathy
The burden of shouldering the entire problem, the looming perils of this World
A genuine feeling of love is under jeopardy should justice take an uneasy way
There is no room for sentiment when fabricated facts contrive to make a dent.

PAIN DOCTOR'S PAIN

Just a bunch of rowdy guys demanding to have a good time
They will be hurting when there are no pain doctors in sight
They might take their pain and shove it down naive innocents
The ignorant culprits in charge of justice have cleared the way
An entire nation has been coerced into marching down a drain.
Those who are mentally handicapped are looked upon as pests
They become as good as slaves, when they are treated as such
Inferior beings, thus considered cursed and possessed by satan
God forbid should an innocent child be stricken by relentless pain
Being accused of aiding a witch, is surely the making of the insane.

KNOCK.. KNOCK.. KNOCK

The last person left on Earth
all alone, terrified and lonely
sheltered in a ravaged space
has lost sight, has gone blind
since he is still hoping to find
a sign of life from humankind
banging his head on the floor
he hears a knock at the door.

SEER

Silent moment in reverie
Making use of the muse
Alert like a deft warrior 
Courteous as a pilgrim
Fluid like melting ice
Clear as crystal water
Hollow like a bamboo
With patience to wait
For the mud to settle
Keep still like a rock
Witness the actuality
Dump the platitude
Let the truth emerge
In total transparency.

PUPPET MASTER

The initiation is brief
thoroughly executed
swiftly implemented
scrupulously injected
to eager consumers.
Soldiers of misfortune
cerebrum whitewashed
cleared from intuition
a current version of
concurrent software
to be intricately planted
to secure biased minds.
Solid loyalty established
unconditional obedience
to pre-conceived master
a manufactured drone
in blood flesh and bone
planning a suicidal task
far, far away from home.
The state of the art
will blow up at contact
in just a matter of fact
martyr of hallowed act
should not remain intact.
Fanatically coated policy
state of bigoted zealotry
what an abominable pity
is unacceptable to some
yet just a matter of time
for this inevitable crime
to affect things to come.

PRO VOCATION

A push and shove
response to insult
momentary repose
avowal of discretion
denial of temptation
the anticipated shift
polar versus bipolar
disturbing universe
beckoning for a rise
with a tilt of the axis
ever wobbling Earth
spilling out mayhem
tremors of petulance
a brief call for action
falling upon deaf ears
a provoked eruption
beckoning departure
sign of major change
I’m looking no further
once it’s within range
the end is not strange
we have now been told
what the future may hold.

CRIS CROSS

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
whence, distance travelled equals the remaining stage.

LEFTOVER

A sense of dedication, devotion and loyalty
there is no obligation to unconditional love
willing to go the distance without any doubt
belonging to a lover is what love is all about
it is the thrill of the experience, not the clout.
The more the loving the happier is the feeling
at the end of the line, the harder is the leaving.
The value of life, well established at the source
would crumble apart if was put in place by force
wishing for the best even when facing the worse
memories are left over when life takes it's course.

ENIGMATIC EXPOSURE

Subtle raw entities conjured subconsciously

hands scribbling without conscious direction 

scanned, launched into cyberspace casually

finishing touches by cutting edge virtual brush.

VIGILANCE

Intelligence is an open wound, treat it with wisdom
Cunning is the by-product, ruthlessly it will destruct.
What is truly from the heart, a capacity for empathy
Is savagely squandered by condescending apathy.

EYE OF THE BEHOLDER

The entity captured in an instant
at the blink of an eye in slow motion 
had been suspended between intervals
biting time patiently, longing to be realized
in a flash it vanished, an illusion was all it was
a ghost of an angel, the shadow of what was lost
an appearance only relative to that moment's catch
quantum possibilities in store at imagination's stretch.

ATTITUDE

If you really care, evade the despair
rise from the depth, breathe fresh air
the burden you bare is not even there
spare the angst, you are not being fair
to yourself you owe a marvellous affair.

PREMONITION

I just took the hint when I caught this drift
Things are not the way they appear to be 
With an avid glance I could fleetingly see
Each person may carry an akin presence
Subliminally residing inside another mind
Emerging without conscious deliberation
Intuition is a correct means of perception
Appears in the absence of premeditation.

PSEUDO

Some of us have been locked up in a personality

only in the deepest dreams may truth show face

we know very well the false aspects of our nature

yet, we often hide behind a disguised disposition.

Our vanity will make us put on appropriate attire

have the appearance of what we supposedly are

odd as this may sound, we are willfully impaired

prominently so, when distinctions are compared.

VICTOR'S TOUCH

Fighting a war was the way conquests were made
history should bear witness, but facts were altered
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 still 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, gets a chance to terrorize.

THE GATE OF DEPARTURE

The grotesque visions of a life's discarded reverie
Alienated from the cultural roots, wanting 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 grudgingly
Psyche striving for change, but the ghost persists stubbornly
Constrained spirit yearning for eternity,unable to migrate swiftly
The entity must shed density prior to elevating beyond periphery.

NO MATTER WHAT

Ironic rise from the epitome of disguise
in the process of life it helps to be wise
together we must find a basis for trust
otherwise we won't be able to go past
the trials along the path waiting for us
fierce hurdles, face them as we must
dubious episodes, happening so fast.
This requisite is based on a common need
there is plenty of stuff that we can concede
as custodians of nature, a wonderful deed
only after we assume true troth with ease
we should be able to live life as we please.

o > o = 8

THE SCOPE OF SUBORIGINAL EQUATION > o > o = 8
What we observe as material bodies are nothing but shapes 
Variations in the structure of space, visible physical aspects. 
Particles are just appearances materializing before our ayes
Subject and object are totally one when wholesomely divine
The barrier does not really exist, just an assumption appears.
The truth is binding whereas reality could change accordingly
Scope of quantum potentialities simultaneously synchronized
The microscope & telescope, horizons curve into each other
Ultimately, the world below should open up to worlds beyond
Infinity stretching into eternity when time can't go any further
The coalescence of the inner and the outer, an ongoing affair.

DISSIDENT

I have dumped my ego, my identity is history
I am not a number any more, I am finally free
The identity we are given at our arrival, is false
The true self is suffocated, as soon as it shows
Adjusting to the established way is a challenge
When we are the outsiders, should we change
or stay indifferent to conditioning, even dispute
and repudiate despite being held at firing-range.

BLOOD OF A PUPPET

As the stone sheds heavy tears 
Thus will emerge the fallen one 
Upon itself who seems to feed 
Snake swallows rattling tail
Home made venom trail
Spider weaving a web
For its own measure
Of pain and pleasure
Scorpion circled with fire
Committing suicide in dire
As the smoke clears the way
The light of day might emerge
you can not be force-fed all day
wake up puppet, wake up & play!.