Of all the things the world can give,
The hopes for which a heart can live,
The vast horizon, grand and wide,
Just one small thought cannot subside.
The noise of life is just a haze,
A passing blur of ordinary days.
For in this whole, wide, sweeping view,
A heart is set on just one thing, just you.
And if the future had a name,
It'd be the very same.
The world can turn, and time can burn,
But still, this simple lesson learned:
One doesn't want everything, just one small part,
All that's wanted is him, and all that fills your heart.
Nervous and shaking, a smile on my face,
I took my first steps in a teacher's place.
Truth is a dagger—painful,
yet healing when it cuts deep.
History does not lie:
the Imperial Japanese Army,
once a beast of discipline and fire,
marched on arrogance,
believing steel could bend the world.
But time betrayed them.
China, unarmed, hungry,
with no advanced weapons,
stood in defiance,
its discipline sharper than any blade.
And when the dust settled,
it was China, scarred yet unbroken,
who rose from the ashes of war.
Now, eighty years hence,
the drums resound again.
Parade of steel,
columns of might—
Putin watches, Kim nods,
and the world is forced to witness:
“The China of yesterday is no more.
The China of today rules the century.”
Is this victory,
or a warning written in banners of red?
The West whispers,
“If you cannot beat them, join them.”
But Japan, silent,
remembers the shadow of its past.
Nations bow not to friendship,
but to power.
And power, once attained,
rules the stage like an emperor.
So I ask—
when the dragon leads the march,
who dares to stand against its fire?
T W O T'S IN the media and on the bench.'
Black as sin, are the gowns that are meant
To instill fear.' Well they give me a laugh like
Bad theater actors..They have no heart.' For
The art.' No realization of reality.' Hell must
Be their room of rest.? When they gather do
They swagger.? And compare of whom they have
Robbed the most.' Then there are T W O T''s
In the police force..we find our most unfriendly clots' but they are best described in homogeny ( just label them all as (t w o t s)
A New York pedestrian
filed a class action law suit
against all highrise dwelling pigeons
calling them a health hazard
and a public nuissance.
To his outrage the jury found
the pigeons not guilty on both
counts, arguing they were not
accountable for incontinence
much less negligence, whereas
the pedestrian had a bird’s brain
for not wearing a hat, or was too
cheap to buy an umbrella.
Degenerate house filled with ancestry
one short hand stretches from statues to shame
pervading loose boundedness within the same
or toward less classical geometry
on this continuous interplay to show
how apotheosis may interchange the crow
this desire between rough designs, I try
to withstand its whirlwind and real rephaim
into flexible modules overclaim
terrain through the abundant baptistery
we have dispersed vital functions for coe
by distinctive architectural doe
we provide few clues from dictionary
this situation contracts markedly beldame
One woman's glass ceiling is another man's wood floor
but there's no such thing for a second-class citizen
of a third world country
as
there's no moving up gender is against her
sexual orientation too considered 'half a witness'
in testimony
with
neither voice nor choice can't vote
or
leave home alone
unless
with consent
can't emigrate (passport permission required)
and
as for caste if she were a Dalit
(lowest of the low)
there's nowhere to go
so
between me and you, flee, be a refugee,
what's a poor girl to do?
I once read about a middle ages warrior
Who was forced into a secret hide away.
With time on his hand, he observed an ant.
The ant continued his effort in scalling a wall.
The ant was carrying a grain of corn and made
Repeated attempts to climb the wall with the corn.
The ant failed 69 times in his most difficult pursuit.
Counting each attempt, the warrior said that the ant succeeded in his 70th attempt. Can you imagine the
Courage that the ant must have given to the warrior?
From this story, three Words come to mind.
Desire, commitment, and determination.
Pleiades: images designed to appeal to themselves
Tired, nervous—went for viva,
He thought I was calm and wiser.
The observer smirked, then eyed,
"So, You Study?"—I just sighed.
my
home
remains
commercials
like your shadow
I break down all status barriers
we settle instead for the least objectionable
stations available at the moment among couples on the job who don’t relate
but we share a unique structure of feelings rather than a formally binding us
we claim our audience with only first acting against
a fixed scale of high quality
viewers will find that
it’s easier
to stay
than
leave
Aprilcity was the theme a ridiculous jesture
A smile to say it was witty
A jesture to say it was clever
A lighthouse ajurned to a castle
In the middle of the desert
Might the mermaids sing to me
Might the prayers of sea merchants
Sound above the rocks
Might the winds howl in such agreement
The staffs of respected people
To treat visitors as there equal
From all ends of every nation
To marvel in such creation
Menu to menu
Event to event
Might the travelers who seek
A respective Venue
Speak us as such a retreat
To level the muzzling
the blurred eye to the blind
the most physical among us
To the sweet and unkind
Travelers in lodging
To which respects
A doctrine up holds
Might we stand staffed
To be host to visitor
Our needed like there's unopposed
Hospitality
Hospitality
Hospitality
The needs of many people
partly sunny
for the local affiliate
between
I was told the sky was endless,
But mine was a feather away
A low lid of shadows.
Every step echoes in a room
That was never meant to hold me.
Still, they say, reach higher.
But my hands find only fog,
And my faith slips through it
Like water through open fingers.
In despair, or deep sleep
I open my eyes
But I’m blind
Feeling my way through a world
That swears there’s light above me.
Living under the influence
of a lifestyle so exotic,
wrapped up in appearance.
An unrequited luxury,
I am the fire not the smoke show.
Inspired on a budget.
The purity of an orchid,
that magic lies in hard to grow.
You have the only one.
Such a lovely fragrant flower,
Italy’s perfect cannoli,
rich enough for my blood.
No cash but I’ve got a passport,
a little transport everywhere.
Genes define conundrum.
Too broke to get on an airplane,
too driven to be satisfied.
I’m blue collar first class.
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