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POETRY COMMENTARY EXPOSURE OF ISIS

(So many were protesting about America's secret involvement with ISIS but I didn't believe it until I read this latest news, shocking and disgusting. Poor innocent Muslims are being blamed for Americas furtive atrocities)

Wolf disguised as sheep kills the poor sheep
Makes many in the world wail and weep
The super powers are the mastermind
Behind ISIS secretly from behind
Poor Muslims blamed for all terrorism
When Uncle Sam acts upon imperialistic whim
Muslims everywhere are scapegoats and targets
While the satanist puppeteer flings his evil puppets
He kills and kills and kills and carelessly kills
For his selfish despotism, innocent blood he spills
Egoism, jingoism and chauvinism guides this Uncle Sam
Verbal surface cries for peace a mere facade and sham
The superpowers are political farmers who sow discord and reap
Herding terrorism's scapegoats and wolves disguised as sheep

ISIS actually stands for Imperialist's Scapegoats In Superficiality and has nothing Islamic about it and many Americans express how ashamed and unaware they are of their govt's undercover activities.

Read the news page I posted too titled 'from the NEWS BULLETIN also below

Russia Accuses US Of Defending ISIS, After Pentagon Admits Coalition Jets Killed 62 Syrian Soldiers

by Tyler Durden
Sep 18,2016 11: 00 AM
4.2K

Update 4: The Obama administration officially expressed it's 'regret' for an airstrike that killed Syrian forces

.......

Russia's U.N. Ambassador Vitaly Churkin responded by saying that the U.S. airstrike that struck Syrian government troops has put 'a very big question mark' over the future of the U.S. and Russian-brokered cease-fire agreement in Syria adding that in his decades as a diplomat he had 'never seen such an extraordinary display of American heavy-handedness as we are witnessing today.'

* * *
Update 3: Russia's foreign ministry says it has 'reached the terrifying conclusion' that the US is conniving with the Islamic State. As ABC reports, Russia has called for an emergency session of the United Nations Security Council over a U.S. air raid that it says struck Syrian troops battling the Islamic State group. Spokeswoman Maria Zakharova says Moscow is demanding 'full and detailed explanations about whether this was deliberate support of the Islamic State or another

joe90 Keyser Sep 18,2016 4: 18 AM
Putin/Russia knows it. ISIS in a matter of days took a large portion of Iraq a country with the largest US embassy in the world employing around 15,000 people. ISIS was able to target senior military and security personnel in their homes in front of their families. They became 'rich' by taking over a 'central bank' in Mosul (when 99% of money is digital) . They formed convoys of Toyotas (including the plumber's truck) across the desert all under the watchful all seeing 'full spectrum dominant' eye of who? It was not a mistake, unplanned or unforseen.

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The Seed of Love

Love is like a seed,
casually planted in the heart
of two people.
It must be given a chance to grow,
watered, fertilized and nurtured
by strong ties of proper moral values.
 
I saw such planting once.
They were young and full of zest.
She was petite and loving.
He was strong and hard working.
The seed grew...lopsided.
For they grew rich.  Egoism set in
and one wanted all, the other yielded.
 
All she wanted was love, but he
forgot the days of yore,
sentiment evaporated in to bank accounts,
and soon he found others interested
in spending his hard earned money.
 
She stayed at home, sad, lonely and crying.
She dared not find solace anywhere.
Until one day he returned...drunk.
He took his pleasure using force
and killed her body and soul.
She walked towards the sea,
and walked and walked
though she could not swim.
Behind her she left a short note:
No one cries beneath the brine.
The seed of love was now
definitely despairingly dead.
 
 
NB  This part truth, part fiction.  And has got nothing to do with my life.  I was a mere spectator of life.  I was in a way sad that the man ruined such a love because of money.  Man never learns it seems.

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FORGIVE ME MOTHER EARTH





For decades now

We, your children, dear mother earth,

Have been stabbing you 

Each year

Each day

Each hour

Each second

Causing you to bleed profusely, while 

We indifferent to your suffering, were 

Watching

Laughing
 
Dinking

Dancing and 

Having a good time

For 

We thought your blood was inexhaustible and

That you would bleed for ever, without any consequence on

Our own life

But 

Slowly we came to realize that you are as
 
Mortal as we are, subject to the same laws of decay,

A shocking thought was indeed for us!

But 

In spite of this realization 

We never stopped hurting:

You
 
Your animals

Your forests
 
Your rivers

Your lakes
 
Your seas
 
Your oceans


You see, dear mother earth,
 
We have sacrificed all you have held dear for

Millions of years to the altar of

Our egoism and that of 

Our vanity


Now,

As we see you lie in your death bed, 

We, your conceited and spoiled children,

Have decided to give you a last chance 

To stop your bleeding 

To end your torture and your agony so as to give you
 
Time to recover 


Yes, we know, 

Our action is not out of magnanimity or of love for you

But mainly out 

Of fear we might destroy our blasphemous species

That has overstepped the limits that our Lord and creator

Has set from the moment of his creation

For that

I for one, on my knees, humbly I plead your
 
Forgiveness for my participation in this horrid and

Macabre crime of Matricide! 
 



(C) Demetrios Trifiatis
        23 April 2016



UNITED NATIONS (AP) — The historic agreement on climate change marked a major milestone on Friday with a record 175 countries signing on to it on opening day.
With the planet heating up to record levels, sea levels rising and glaciers melting, the pressure to have the Paris Agreement enter into force and to have every country turn its words into deeds was palpable at the U.N. signing ceremony.

"The world is in a race against time," U.N. Secretary-General Ban Ki-moon said in his opening speech. "The era of consumption without consequences is over."

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Lord, when you sit on my throne

Lord, when you sit on my throne....

When I was sitting on my own throne
I felt that I was a worthy and proud man
I did not realize the power of God and I did many sins
Even, I did not invite my Lord in to my heart
Neither visited churches nor listened to HIS percepts
Cause, the Satan was ruling in my heart
I was amazed with material world other than spiritual world
My life was struggling with pain and endless worries
Now I realized the value of God and HIS love
Since I offered Lord my throne, I became free from all the evils
from pain, worries, lust, greed, anger, egoism etc.
HIS shelter gave me heaven and HIS percepts purified my heart
When I lift my head and stretch both my arms to the sky
and being to pray my Lord, my tears begin to fill my eyes
because I heard my Lord say, 'your sins are forgiven and
I remember no more but I still love you as a man as you are'
God is great and HE is there to wipe out sins and to give
us wonderful life in this world. Have a faith in HIM and earn
HIS blessings to live a peaceful life in this world.


Ravi Sathasivam / Sri Lanka
All rights are reserved @ 2014

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It is a matter of faces

It is useless to pour water
To a downward pot
Though it is necessarily critical 
In a drought of thirst

Person in pretence of sleep
It is difficult to wake up
Though it is necessarily critical
In a moment of danger

Adorable words accent and gestures
For the means of democracy
It is a witch of crazy
Though it is necessarily critical
In a state of power egoism

Forging smirking before the people
To conciliate hearts for votes and power
It is matter of fact today
Though it is necessarily critical
In a reflection before the mirror

Down to earth deconstruction
To purify the heart and mind
It is a matter of duty the day
Though it is necessarily critical
In the age of e- enlightenment 

Udaya R. Tennakoon

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Defining a Man ( A Letter to my Daughter ) prt 1

Defining a Man ( A Letter to my Daughter )

What is a man in these modern day attitudes and parlances of our times
harder now, I think to define a man than maybe it was
but then maybe not, considering how much we all have learned

Rather it should be easier for a man to define himself, as a man, in these days, than it
was in the past, but this seems not to be the case.

Ever it seems, men, cling to the ideas of “The Macho Man” ( which if you think about it is
so Gay.. trying to prove to everyone that you are not Gay, by being a “Man”….. how gay is
that ? ) 

Any “Man” that conforms to a stereotype, or the stereotypically accepted view of what a
man is “Is not” a man
But a mere shadow of one
Who by acceptance has agreed in his own conscience “not” to think past or beyond 
a cultural definition of what he is
And therefore has not explored to any depth the idea of maleness and all its qualities of
personality
They have, to say, accepted a definition of themselves which is a blanket and an easy
excuse to explain what they are and how they behave.

I can count the number of men I have met in my life on the fingers of two hands
but I have encountered an innumerable group of brainless masculine gender defined people
in their thousands…. 

Firstly a man is or has the courage, “not” to define himself by stereotype
he becomes a wolf instead of a sheep and so to some degree an outcast. ( and so many sheep
call themselves wolves that it is laughable considering their obeisance to acceptance )

A man, does not use self-centred egoism as an excuse for truth or a replacement for truth

He will contend with any rationale that challenges his idea or view of his life or world
until it can or has proved itself to be better than his own
In which case it becomes his own rationale.

A man does not, by the use of any force, verbal, physical, emotional or mental, make any
person submit to his will, in order to prove that he is right. ( erroneously or not )

A man will use his physical strength to defend, not attack.

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Dead Man Tales

Dead Man Tales
shards of glass pearl the emperor's rise,
his arms embracing upon our sins and lies,

do not deceive yourself , my friend.
in the twilight of our beings our corruption merges and blends.

there is no pride. no honour.
no love remains in the barren 'morrow.

feeble and frail our hopes lift to the sky,
a mother's wish , a child's cry

the poison, you see, lies within you and me,
an intricate clockwork of apathetic machinery,

tell me my friend;

when will our blind gaze shy past the egoism and brutality,
that are so elegantly embroiled upon the fabrics of society

through the silky threads of greed and immorality,
which, much like our desires, overlap and intertwine within the hollowness of this reality.

so that our tongue may be freed from the taboos and profanity,
which mist veils the flaws of humanity.

stumbling forth in the dead of the night,
the ghastly vapours still in sight,

drunk in hazardous stupor for what we fail to conceive,
our seven kings, eternal

...and us , their dreaded queen.

my friend;

we preach visions of spiritual elevation,
gullible bricks held together by the mortar of hypocrisy and temptation,

within our very temples of hopelessness and arbitrary salvation,
we poison ourselves with the ivy that stems from the gullibility of creation,

the incense smoke of holy righteousness pours down our visage,
as our pilgriming soul wanders through the dark brume mirage,

feeble flames clawing through the blissful night,
plunging to middle-earth as our wings shrivel and melt,

... my friend, why are you scared?

you lit those very candles ... that now betray your flight,
head low, eyes closed , but still looking for the light,

now their hands weigh heavy on your fleeting mind,
quenching your thirst... making you blind.

... do not loose yourself in the etherial stream,
fading away in those emerald waters,

a lost man,
a fleeting dream,

wake up! open your eyes!!
thou art a sailor lost in a sea of lies,

lost? yes.
but blessed with the ability of thought,

research , think ... write,
until the the fumes of doubt are thinned to nought

yet what can a single man do against the currents and tides?
a maelstrom of ink that all encompasses and hides,

I see you ... you evil sprites ,
armed with the gleaming mirrors of media oppression,

shining "truth" on all blights,
fabricating ignorance and regression,

brewing the cauldron stirs,
as fair is foul and foul is fair,

through the lies of a pen,
we wage war out of thin air,

How many drops is a life worth?
How many parents must we soil deep inside the earth?

critical thinking is key my friend,
the truth wears no tie,

and no matter how innocent ,
a lie stays a lie,

contorted and bent they snicker and pry,
but soon the wells of patience shall run dry,

fear that very day;
O devils in disguise,

for when the lambs ascend to lions,
they shall finally realise,

that no matter how many times we try,
to be mindlessly ruled is highly unwise;

'tis a world ruled be the flames of wealth and success,
no place for a newborn's innocence and a mother's loving caress,

for when in the 70's the cross kisses the hand ,
and souls become the currency for land,

may the silence of the innocent,
quell the dogs of war,

or the guilty's void,
unleash an atomic roar,

My friend,
'tis bitterness that which you sense in my voice,

as surely as the wind sails the routes of immigration,
the dollar controls the fate of a nation,

to forgive is not to forget,
neither racism, nor slavery or national debt,

to forge forth conscious of the past,
to the promised existence of prosperity at last,

one must first reflect and instruct,
so that our youth may grow smart; in a world that is violent and abrupt.

as the dove coos humanity to sleep,
my mind still hazy as I drift in deep,

may a lotus bloom on this summer's eve,
as the dukes arms drive a new millennia's breeze,

and humanity , a firefly;
takes to the sky.

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No

No
I had a desire to be a martyr to my word
To quench my desire for justice with the
Peak of my poor pen 
To quash intolerance, racism, tribalism, tyranny
And quell my cowardice and my people’s
Stigma and egoism
I had a desire to be a martyr to my word
To break up with my people’s demoralizing jokes
That are ignorance and human rights’
Violation
I had a desire to oppose the patriarchal society 
Of thousands of egoisms
With its uprooted self-absorbed traditional emirates
Hedged around with blindly and worldly pseudo-scholars 
Who help to spread heinous racial prejudices
On the indigenous people 
No to nepotism, tribalism, ethnocentrism, and tyranny
No to all the diktates of the outlaw 
Who call themselves emirs in the republic!

Jaafar S El Waad
2014

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SECRET OF HAPPINESS

SECRET OF HAPPINESS



If a morsel

Of

Egoism on the altar of love one sacrifices  
Each day 

Manifold 

The gains of heart and soul in happiness  
Would be!



© Demetrios Trifiatis
 13 NOVEMBER 2013

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The only planet of choice

Nowadays, when I look at sunset I feel as it is the last one...
We have a big problem!
All of us on the Earth must ask ourselves what we have done to our beautiful and unique Earth.
Because of our shameless egoism we have forgotten how to live with the nature and how to thank God for living on the Earth.
Why is it so hard living simple life instead what we are doing now; we have complicated everything!
Our planet is called "The only planet of choice" and what have we chosen!?
We have chosen our self destruction because the only thing we destroy is human existence.
The Earth will be existing in the future after punishing human race for being and acting like gods.
The new circle will begin and the new kind of life will substitute stupid humans.
Our final destiny will be "lost in the universe without home".
But all this should not be happen if we change ourselves.
We must love the Earth, our beautiful home because it is our promised land, our paradise.

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Vale of Tears


Souls in fear of uncertain but rampant chaos, 
Where the cities bombed and thousands slayed, 
Houses broken and the valuable coffers emptied, 
Innocents trafficked and the felony at rise, 
Commoners conned and the power misused- 
The Almighty! Where is the peace you promised? 
For love debasing and wars right at the door,
Infected minds with greed and hatred at dispersal, 
Altruism waning and egoism the victorious devil, 
Compassion at stake and bliss only a wistful wish, 
But antipathy even amongst the esteemed bloods, 
Soulless and callous, havens blemished with vices
And enmity on the rise as the blazing fire- 
God! Where is the peace prayed for everyday?

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To The Youth

To The Youth Of The 21st century 2011
12/03/20110 Comments

The under 30 crowd needs to check the over forty crowd, what kind of mess are they leaving these struggling young folks in... Still teaching them that Materialism, Hedonism, and Egoism, is the order of the day, never taking up the cause.
"Yeah, party over here”. “shake your booty", spend your money on Gucci, and do not forget to blame the youth. Tell them lies about being good, tell them go to college and go to church. Then you will get a good job, and you won’t be beat down, or go to one of those new prisons they are building for you. You teach them to Ignore facts, and speak only opinions, opinions like. "remember boys and girls...all authorities are not all bad"
I remember even as a burn victim, in the middle of my pain: I remember the fireman pushing up on me. I felt so vulnerable, I couldn't even talk. Memories of that, overrides the pain. The point is they take advantage of the vulnerable so why mention the few that might be good, causing guards to go down. Like they did with the pedophile priest and the people never rose. Pretending things were normal kept children in harm’s way, basically no one wanted to leave their comfort zone.
How many hangings and killings, abuse of authority will the masses contend with before the truth is owned? Younger ones watching the Older ones passing down those Step and Fetch -it...messages; Cowards, blaming the youth; When they should be asking them for forgiveness for dropping the ball.
But instead they drop opinions, ignoring facts... and blame the youth for acting, like they act. This generation is left out in the cold. Trying to survive a new war with outdated ammunition. This is to my young people...I love you...I will never give up on you; But do not amuse yourself to death. Find your serious side, In serious times.... take care of your business and then have fun!

This environment is friendly. Organize survival groups... learn to ignore the losers. Use your Wisdom And intuition. Pay attention to details... and know your enemy. Do not react to buzz words...know what " Buzz words" are.! We shall talk later that! ...

OH, never ever disrespect the givers of life. your mother’s sisters or your wives...Even if she's the worse woman you have ever seen. Never rape, or delight in others pulling trains. Take your rightful place. As leaders, remember, most of our roads were paved by slaves.

Slaves who could barely read if they could read at all! Not much has changed knowledge was even lost! You need to know how to plant and grow. Entrepreneurship is what you need to know. (OK, ok ! we shall talk later.) love. love love...No ego, no hedonism, no materialism. Remember do not "humor yourself to death".

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FORGIVE US MOTHER EARTH





For decades now

We, your children, dear mother earth,

Have been stabbing you 

Each year

Each day

Each hour

Each second

Causing you to bleed profusely, while 

We indifferent to your suffering, were 

Watching

Laughing
 
Dinking

Dancing and 

Having a good time

For 

We thought your blood was inexhaustible and

That you would bleed for ever, without any consequence on

Our own life

But 

Slowly we came to realize that you are as
 
Mortal as we are, subject to the same laws of decay,

A shocking thought was indeed for us!

But 

In spite of this realization 

We never stopped hurting:

You
 
Your animals

Your forests
 
Your rivers

Your lakes
 
Your seas
 
Your oceans


You see, dear mother earth,
 
We have sacrificed all you have held dear for

Millions of years to the altar of

Our egoism and that of 

Our vanity


Now,

As we see you lie in your death bed, 

We, your conceited and spoiled children,

Have decided to give you a last chance 

To stop your bleeding 

To end your torture and your agony so as to give you
 
Time to recover 


Yes, we know, 

Our action is not out of magnanimity or of love for you

But mainly out 

Of fear we might destroy our blasphemous species

That has overstepped the limits that our Lord and creator

Has set from the moment of his creation

For that

I for one, on my knees, humbly I plead your
 
Forgiveness for my participation in this horrid and

Macabre crime of Matricide! 
 



(C) Demetrios Trifiatis
        23 April 2016



UNITED NATIONS (AP) — The historic agreement on climate change marked a major milestone on Friday with a record 175 countries signing on to it on opening day.
With the planet heating up to record levels, sea levels rising and glaciers melting, the pressure to have the Paris Agreement enter into force and to have every country turn its words into deeds was palpable at the U.N. signing ceremony.

"The world is in a race against time," U.N. Secretary-General Ban Ki-moon said in his opening speech. "The era of consumption without consequences is over."

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THANKSGIVING PRAYER

THANKSGIVING PRAYER


I thank THEE Oh, LORD
For 
All the treasures, THOU HAST
So generously upon me
Bestowed:
My life
My sight
My Hearing
My touch
My scent 
My taste 
My arms
My legs
My brain and every other
Organ, 
Treasures of worth untold
That
Money couldn’t ever buy 

Forgive my, LORD,
My egoism
My ingratitude
My greediness 
My complaining
My insatiability
My forgetfulness,  

If only THY charity was I able  
To remember
And
The multitude of the unfortunate ones
That are not as blessed as I,
Every second should I THEE, for life,
Thanksgiving offer 
Rather
Only once a year!



© Demetrios Trifiatis
   27 NOVEMBER 2013

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IF PEOPLE THINK

I asked a scientist to make an olive's leaf,
So green with its juices,
Smelling spring and sweat from gatherers hands.
He answered that he couldn't.
I asked him to make the light of the sun,
Reflecting its warmth in morning's appearance.
To make a sun enslavor of the sea,
Of breathing trees and eyes,
The eyes of those who stare its dream.
He answered that he couldn't.
And when I asked to form the air of dawn,
So heroic, sympathy air on faces of those
Seeking the dew,
On mainsails following the wind,
He answered that he couldn't.
How could ever human hands, so shakily and small
Give birth to miracles, when their lines
Consist of a hidden mystery delved from ages unsure?
Where human says 'I can't',
Nature raises and rules among Glory and Triamph.
If people think that they live with power and safety,
In houses they built with tractors and iron muscles,
How could they live when road will be their only home?
When they will be forced to run to mountains
And lie down on stones and windfalls 
How oh how could they live?
If people think that they eat because they cook
Aseptic food in their high-teck kitchens,
How could they eat when a slice of bread will be
All they have?
If people think that they can adjust their warmth
By pressing a single button,
How could they feel warm and enlighted
If the Sun won't raise, if darkness fills the air?
When people think that there is nothing they can't do,
Replete with egoism, relying on their hands and their brightness,
A huge laugh is coming from the sky.
Because they forget that when all is gone,
Floated down the stream,
Only God can stay still, unbreakable and wise,
Smiling at their ignorance that they own life.
And if they can't be satisfied with theirselves,
How could they embrace others 
When time force them to be united?
Creatures excesses with passions and ambition
They want to change their roles and become
Gods in the place of the One.
Yet, their hands are so weak to carry world's weight
And their minds so human to judge fairly and amiably
The sins of us all.

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My Lord, when you sit on my throne

My Lord, when you sit on my throne....

When I was sitting on my own throne
I felt that I was a worthy and proud man
I did not realize the power of God and I did many sins
Even, I did not invite my Lord in to my heart
Neither visited churches nor listened to HIS percepts 
Cause, the Satan was ruling in my heart
I was amazed with material world other than spiritual world
My life was struggling with pain and endless worries
Now I realized the value of God and HIS love
Since I offered Lord my throne, I became free from all the evils
from pain, worries, lust, greed, anger, egoism etc.
HIS shelter gave me heaven and HIS percepts purified my heart
When I raise my head and stretch both my arms to the sky
and being to pray my Lord, my tears begin to fill my eyes
because I heard my Lord say, "your sins are forgiven and 
I remember no more but I still love you as a man as you are"
God is great and HE is there to wipe out sins and to give
us wonderful life in this world. Have a faith in HIM and earn 
HIS blessings to live a peaceful life in this world.


Ravi Sathasivam / Sri Lanka

All rights are reserved @ 2016 Ravi Sathasivam

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GARDEN OF BLISS



No relationship

Would ever flourish in the garden 

Of bliss


Unless 


Egoism is uprooted from the pristine 

Soil of love!




© Demetrios Trifiatis
   19 October 2015

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Her Chestnut Hair

Her chestnut hair, loosened, cascading endlessly, 
gone. 
Her never-tiring gaze searching the corners of my heart, 
gone. 
Her smile so radiant it outshone the sun, 
gone. 
Her words in which she reinvented the world, 
no more. 
Her beauty outlasted twenty summers and then was 
gone. 

I never saw them cut her locks, 
never saw the light in her starved eyes pale, 
never saw her smile retreat, 
or heard her fall silent
as her body slowly froze
before they burned her, too,
upon some piled-up pyre.

For I stood by as the black car took her, 
At a distance 
Safe 

Rooted

My love dismissed by egoism

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I Too Was Once Loved

I too was once loved
As I remember
A time when his name
Caused seizures in my tummy
Oxygen debts to my beating heart
Dreams to my forgotten mind
The north wind to my soul
Life sights that can never be appreciated when not seen by his side


I too was once loved
As I remember
A moment in time when the clock ran
And I bathed in its ticking
A time when never
Did I wonder
Nor did I covet
For he was all that I needed


With him and in him
I found me
My inner beauty
My hidden talents
My flaws
Of greed
Envy
Obsession
Vanity
Egoism


Insensitivity and
Tyranny 
My flaws
All beyond his care
I too was once loved
As I remember
A point during my greatest flaws,
When I was shown
Sincerity


Compassion
Tolerance
Commitment
Forgiveness
Love and
Passion
All taken for granted
And now I too understand 
Why I was once loved
Why his beauty can never love my beast again

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Freedom

Man needs many things in life:
Food, house, children and wife;
But the thing which is needed the most
And could be given away at no cost
Is man’s independence and freedom
N’ over him his own heart’s kingdom.
Freedom of just body is not all;
One needs also freedom of soul.
But that too doesn’t suffice at all,
Nor that’s the man’s life’s goal;
To make good countries and kingdoms,
There are needed likewise many freedoms:
Freedom from the shackles of ignorance,
Freedom from unwelcome interference,
Freedom from narrow-mindedness,
Freedom from black-heartedness 
Freedom from the chains of illiteracy,
Freedom from egoism and hypocrisy,
Freedom from darkness of minds,
Freedom from hatred’s winds.
Take these points for God’s sake
Get up my nation! Get awake!

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The Essence of Praying

The Essence of Praying

A poem about the value of praying inspired by Ancient Greek Wisdom

Pray to contemplate the joys of life
As a prayer removes the ire of strife
Giving your soul the essence of unity
To travel your path to Divine totality

For praying guards you against thoughts
Of wrath, badness and irresponsible acts
Lowering your egoism and self-centeredness
And clearing your psyche from all viciousness

A prayer demolishes all injustice instantly
Making you integrate better into humanity
As it frees your mind to think more wisely
Leading your heart to the land of all-mercy

For praying, adds to your soul, supreme beauty
And transforms your composition of constancy
As it makes your permanence quite transitory 
To seek, for your sins, the blessings of Almighty

Always taking into deep consideration the following prayer is attributed to Socrates:
‘Beloved Pan and you other Gods,
Those we adore in this land,
Make me beautiful internally in my soul.
Make the material things I have,
Harmonious with my ideas. 
To think wealthy only the wise man,
To have and hold so much property,
As can be acquired and tolerated by a reasonable man’.

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MIRROR REFLECTS

                                             A real image in
                                        mirror reflects egoism                                       
                                       Moon depicts Sun's light

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Dreams I Translation of Etiemble s poem Reves I by T Wignesan

The Deception of Free Verse: Dreams I, Translation of Etiemble’s L’imposture du vers libre by T. Wignesan

(From René Etiemble’s only poetry collection: le Coeur et la cendre: soixante ans de poésie (the heart and the ash sixty years of poetry). Paris: Les deux animaux, 1984, pp. 123-126.)

Yet He, who contemplated his incandescent world
and the sterile streaming
of the lava,
drunk with the swirling of the primal incense
dreamed on…

His shape, during that period, took on all forms
ten thousand beings milling in him, inexistants;
the amoebas mixed with gigantosaurs
awaiting the hour
of the amoebagigantosaurs.

How you were divine, God, before the Creation
of your own non-being,
before your sacrifice, your suicide,
how divinely monstrous:
I see you such as I was you in your entrails
all the bodies of all the fishes in all the seas in all ponds,
blossoming on greenish scales of mackerels, the fins
shining on roaches
and red fish,
in all the wings in all the albatrosses feathery
in all the skies,
the wings of all the chicken,
walking on the thousand feet of all the scolopenders
on the four hairy columns of mammoths,
of rough rhinoceroses
on the four legs of lambs
on the two feet of all pterodactyls
of all ducks,
of all humans,
on the rings of all the earthworms.
Your voice which charms deaf rocks more
than songs of future sirens
sometimes raucously roared;
your caresses bill-cooing turtle-doves
trumpeting strident
when your ten thouand mouths opened.

Therefore,
hermophrodite inseminated by its universal sperm
the Being
bearing plants and beasts, all
and the woman whose womb as yet to be formed
dreamed in this way:

The scintillating effervescence of granite, of basalts,
of diamonds
freeze into position thus:
Mountains of rock, organs of Titan, cristals of fire.
Collapsing clouds, rapid cataracts
tumble down abrupt stony walls.
The earth swells valleys
mother earth made pregnant by ferns of great shadows.
Ocean rivers sweep along continents
open into flanks of mountains’ heroic holes
pour a freshness of love on thirsty roots…
the first pollen grain pollutes the first pistil.
The first flesh dazzled by the light
sketches the quiverings of joy that will be.
Two lives lie in the wet clay
two lives
ten thousand lives.

The eye – without becoming the enormous dreamer –
closes over this total image of its death
sees the saurian ichthyophages
horned beaks with sharp teeth
shivery mammoths
all the theory of winged horses
winged men
men without wings
Me
And I, on this earth where I was dropped by mistake
In your dream
however much I raised my eyes higher than the clouds,
however much I scrutinised the celestial transparence
however much I could recall the person who in your
entrails I was as you
no more do I see your face in its ten thousand true
Facets,
nothing more do I hear
the rustling of so many snowy and metallic scales over
so many feathers.

Nothing
nothing more…

“No! No! Not this reckless Golgotha!
God! You are mistaken.
God! I surrender myself (only) to you yourself.”
But the winds wailed with the wolves
“Tough luck!”

“Just as well!”
At last my egoism refuses to accept the cross the spear
and the sponge
with the venom
Why then every evening the same stars
entice themselves into the self-same ponds?
Stars, make yourselves scarce!
I know all about you and your promenades.
Too docile, horses offer their jaw bits on flanks where
spurs caress the necks.
Water which flows so miraculously so fastidiously servile:
seas part themselves,
alcarazas freeze lips.
Every night when fatigue overcomes me with sleep
the sun
retracts its golden claws in order not to derange my
sleep.
Drunk with power
like a Ceasar like a Nero like a Caligula
I make myself small
“O! such as I was you in your entrails
allow me the remembrance and the regret.”

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BEFORE MY DEMISE

MY SHELTER,
I SHALL POSSESS
BEFORE MY DEMISE

MY HORSE,
I SHALL RIDE
BEFORE MY DEMISE

MY GENERATION
I SHALL REGENERATE
BEFORE MY DEMISE

MY APEX ,
I SHALL REACH 
BEFORE MY DEMISE

EVERY MAN,
 I SHALL BRING 
UNDER MY FOOT
BEFORE MY DEMISE

THE ENTIRE GLOBE,
I SHALL REACH
BEFORE MY DEMISE

BUT, AFTER MY DEMISE 
ALL TURNED VANITY
WITH MY SINGULARITY
IN INTERMENT 

BEFORE MY DEMISE 
SELF-CENTERED,
EGOISM,
INTRANSIGENCE,
AND INORDINATE AMBITION
MY IMBIBED CULTURE

WHY MY DEMAND FOR ALL
AS SINGULAR ACHIEVABLE
DEMISE IS THE MAN
ACHIEVABLE

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CHANGED WORLD

Call it condemnation or appraisal ,
It is far from it ;
I write from the bottom of my heart…
Full of sorrows and pain ,
That the world that I cherish and care for…
Is no longer safe and habitable .
Blood is being shed on daily basis..
Killings….for money ,for pride ,for power and for religion.
Caution and tolerance thrown into the winds ,
As a kid ,we had no burglary on our doors and windows ,
We can sleep outside and inside with doors opened ,
But don’t try it now!...You will regret it .
Our environment..free from pollution and rubbish ;
Diseases are minimal and less rampant ;
Presence of abundant natural food with less preservatives ;
But now !food are being chemicallized …

Do I hear technology or advancement ? oh,no!
I must be hallucinating…. advancement in destruction ,
In diseases-cancer of this …cancer of that…AIDS ;EBOLA ,etc
What a beautiful world..or am I being sarcastic  ?
A world of improved crimes that refused to sublime….
Tax evaded…money embezzled ...funds meant for the poor diverted…
Leaders full of deceit…cyber mess ;political quagmire…
 egoism the order of the day..

real love dwell in the past; as divorce rate rises to the top
and soon…very soon license will be given to people to wed animals….
I mean lower animals ;
Union between a woman and a dog ;a horse and a man ,
Come to think of it ,are we not all animals?
I have belly pain ,I need to retire to my bed ,
May be when I awake ,I will see a new world .



DOB:25th of march,1968