I run not for fun,
It may be dusk or dawn.
I want to shine like sun,
Remember I am not done.
I don’t go for anydone,
Yes driven by dreams very often.
I won’t allow things to be gone,
Just because of my nonedone.
My aims find objections,
Have to go through endless agitations.
But I will make it a perfection,
At the end of this long run.
Won't stop before final submission,
Can't disregard the divine indication.
At the end of the breakwater
I stand between two extremes.
On one side, the bay's agitations
and hurl of water smashing
against boulders, on the other,
the calm lick of waves
barely rising above a ripple.
Such division throws the mind
out of balance as if it seeks
an equilibrium, a point where
opposites are reconciled in a bland
soup of sameness. A hurried
scramble to find the predictable
in the messy tangles of chance.
The world is not like this.
Creation is born
out of the spewing throats
of volcanoes, earth upheavals
and flooding rains then given
time in a pause to rest and put
together its masterpiece.
For us, storms, earthquakes,
raging fires are seen as arrows
of misfortune flung by nature
or vengeful gods. For creation
they are tools wielded out
of a primary need, something
beyond the grasp of mere earthly
calibration. Praise be
for chaos and calm,
the hammer and polish
of creation.
Am I awake or asleep?
Is this a vision?
Or some day dream?
Am I sleepwalking and dreaming
And talking all at once?
I see a new bred bud
Burst forth from around the Niger.
Like a multi-dicotyledonous seed.
Splitting into several parts
And shedding its old self.
To give way for its new bud to
Reach the sun.
And the old cotyledons of
Agitations and injustice
And Kidnappings and insecurity
And economic decay
All fell off to the ground
Like over bloated leeches;
Decomposing into organic nutrient
For our new bud to breed.
How shall I deal with this wandering mind?
Meandering through a meadow of ideas,
Seeking truth among noxious weeds I find
Since early childhood I have been curious
Always sifting through my brain’s cogitations
Accepting new concepts; discarding previous,
Tossing thoughts like a machine’s agitations
Chewing on choices of words, so indecisive,
Practicing precise grammar with conjugations.
Fending off debaters who are often derisive
Debunking theories that sound far-fetched,
While trying not to be obnoxiously divisive.
How far should an agile mind be stretched?
Let it go unchallenged and it becomes static
Drifts into rumor, relishes meaningless kvetch.
I choose to allow my mind access to the attic,
Considering all the randomness that intrudes
To avoid, as much as I can, becoming dogmatic!
I saw, indeed, aside a Sisyphus – stone
A lonely old little daisy standing alone
Fading and dying and nearly decaying
Closer to the brink of its grave bending
In her heart seemed a caterpillar, hanging
Suffering its final stage of pupating
Chrysalis cocooning grasping rasping
Jumping, humping and its fluid-pumping
Fast, haste, rapid, relentless, impatient
Fluent, steady, stringent, persistent
The start of its life, it appeared
Could, rather, be its utter end
It really did not want to die
Rather, it yearned to survive
This was the great reason why
Its undergoing tensions high
All these difficulties struggles and strives
Pains and agonies and agitations
Struggling, striving, senile suffering
Death, resurrection and life-giving
It emerged into a beautiful butterfly
And flew away above in the colorful sky
What a meticulous metamorphosis!
Birth-death-resurrection life-synthesis!
Usually silence is
the waiting reposition
for the best answer
Sometimes silence is
the best answer of
all waiting
Waiting and endless waiting
sometimes creates
boring chaotic life
Sometimes extrovert aggression is
the best reflection of
the introvert agitations
Revolution is revolution
it can bring philanthropic change
when in and outside of
the revolutionary movement is same
03.08.2020 Chattogram
come tonight
be calm
be more closed
this is bed
bed of the far sky
starry flowers bloomed not high
moon blueness the sheet
soft more than autumnal breeze
come, be calm on it
close your eyes;
close the mind activeness
close the veins agitations
feel the breeze beside your ears
o love feel and smell the ethereal fragrance
feel the foam from where the Venus makes flying kisses
o feel, feel, feel the kisses and hug..........
sleep more silently than your dreaming
-September 08, 2019 Chattogram
Keep smiling all the time !!!
Trials and troubles and despairs are unavoidable
Until one sleeps in the cold embrace of a quiet cellar
Never mind the tribulations that continue returning
Don't lay down your arms while smiling all the time.
It is in the nature of life, problems keep on haunting
Never ever get jammed by setbacks that keep visiting
Stand up firm and face the predicaments squarely
Maintain your while smiling all the time.
The distress may be physical or psychological
Afflicting the physical entity or the mental
Bear the hurt calmly for nothing is permanent
Gird up your loins while smiling all the time.
Not to lose sleep and protest the state of affairs
Let things and events happen at their own pace
For there shall be light at the end of the tunnel
So continue the march while smiling all the time.
Life is factual and not be taken inconsiderately
It is to be lived with joy and cheer constantly
Facing all agitations or tensions optimistically
Clutch the Lord tightly while smiling all the time.
For ages I became impotent and voiceless
And agitation built up rage in nous though
I took the white precipitate for composure
Many mistook me for a shameless addict...
Emotional violence drove out the beast in
Me and now that I became potent... Ego
I will reveal more that I used to conceal the
Ills brother got me through, No more...
No more to emotional agitations from the
Comrade for I pled beast upon beast, ramps
No more to the white precipitate that bring
About harmony where wars are ever waged.
Calm I will be when the brother shalt bring
About the element of parity in the domains
Calm I will vote till no more torture be brought
And tables turn all inequalities to equalities...
Seeing you have not come with me, nor spent
This day's suggestive beauty as we ought,
I have gone forth alone and been content
To make you mistress only of my thought.
And I have blessed the fate that was so kind
In my life's agitations to include
This moment's refuge where my sense can find
Refreshment, and my soul beatitude.
Oh, be my gentle love a little while!
Walk with me sometimes. Let me see you smile.
Watching some night under the winter sky,
Before the charge, or on the bed of pain,
These blessed memories shall revive and deep inside I will not stop cherishing the sweet memories. ..
old train whistling like an asthmatic
coal fire and soot, thoughts
deranged loosely connec-
ted salad of words
withdrawal at the last instant
birth of a celestial monster
bizarre postures purpose-
less agitations catatonic
excitements, waxy flex-
ible stupour
NO GOOD DEED GOES UNPUNISHED
by
JOHN M. ARRIBAS
SAY ADIEU TO EUROPE AS IT EDDIES TO THE DRAIN
THE DEMISE WILL BE SLOW WITH BLOOD WITH PAIN
THERE IS AN INVASION ALL EUROPE IS UNDER SIEGE
BY DEDICATED JIHADISTS DISGUISED AS REFUGEES
THEY WILL SLOWLY COLONIZE INTO URBAN CENTERS
OBEYING SHARIAH DEMANDED BY THEIR MENTORS
THEY WILL REFUSE TO ACCEPT LOCAL TRADITIONS
AMASS LARGE AREAS FOR ISLAMIC IMPOSITIONS
ESTABLISH NO GO ZONES TABOO FOR THE LOCALS
CALL TO PRAYER RITUALS WITH ARABIC VOCALS
ONCE SETTLED WILL COME CONSTANT AGITATIONS
CAUSING RIOTS AND UNENDING PROVOCATIONS
AVOIDING BEING CALLED RACIST LOCALS CEDE
YIELDING TRADITIONS TO SATE INVADERS’ NEED
LOOKING AROUND OSLO YOU’LL THINK ITS IRAN
WHERE HAVE ALL THE FLAXEN HAIRED BEAUTIES GONE
THEY’RE IN HIDING AVOIDING THE LEWD FOCUS
OF MEDIEVAL SAVAGES THE MODERN DAY LOCUSTS
EVENTUALLY THE LOCALS WILL BECOME AWARE
BUT IT MAY COME LATE FOR THOSE IN DESPAIR
IMPORTANT TO RECOGNIZE GENEROSITIES WOES
OFFERED TO INGRATES THAT ARE IDEOLOGICAL FOES
HOUSING, FOOD AND FREEDOM IS OPENLY FURNISHED
A JOYOUS SPIRIT OF GOODWILL FOREVER TARNISHED
Who am I
In the mists of reputable world
That holds no guarantee to no
one
Who am I in the dunes of
flowing seas
That roars with vitality
Yet with furious waves
Washing out what it considers
weak
Who am I in the tenacious
world
That holds no qualities
I dare to ask
I dare to wonder
And I dare to understand
Where my misfortunes are
learned
As flammable agitations
I remain to hypothesise
And philosophise
I remain to remain an
individual
I am with no pleasures to
change
I am who I am because of what
I am.
I inflict the exact triumph of
wisdom
My heartbeat confides in the
mist of conflicts
I see myself as pawn
In the world where humans
controlled my destiny
I've lacked a sense of power
And life became a mental
causality
Where my misfortunes are
learnt and labelled as
agitations
I observe in the mist of
climates of futility
To embrace my optimism
and not fixate on the deviance
Of the exclusion of normality
Life has suddenly drew a circle
To shut me out
Heretic, rebelled
A thing to flout about
I seek to understand rather
than be understood.
Perpetuating my future
Contemplated my tomorrow
And dismantled my past
To live for now....
i've taken up drinking.
talking to a wall.
a wall of confusions.
delusions.
agitations.
in depth analyzation.
sadness.
the word
of the day
of blight.
smite?
a worldly
glorious
delight.
she sits
in one spot
gladly staring
into a face
a
face
a face
a face
a
face.
the face
with
eyes.
with mouth.
with mystery
with
with
depth
long gone.
wonders
what
it is like?
why not?
why so?
why anyway?
ever?
why.
because!
because!
the face replies
showing her
dismay
and assemblage
she thought she had,
but inferiority
takes over
like a raging
baboon
over her young.
her young.
their youth
the youth
of questions
and no answers
the youth of mirrors
the face
and
the ass
tonight
she too
like me
will take up drinking
away from
confused questions
questions not even
formulated.
a
blank.
a language vacation.
start with an
adjective
she ponders
an adjective
a simili of nouns
[auto correct
interjections
correcting her
created words.
the fascism!]
going over
the past before
the word
of written
words
a word?
a word.
!!!!! flee !!!!!!!!!
she flew
melted
into a word
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