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Time Travel

If you go down the valley to where the lake sits.
On each full moon you will find a whirlpool there.
Now if you have the courage to enter into it,
you will be whisked away through time itself.

Turn to the left for the past, dial up the years
and hold on tight as to the past you are whisked.
Go walk with princes and kings in ages gone by.
Sit at Solomon's feet as he deliver's justice.

Walk through the Ice Ages when continents joined,
stoke a woolly Mammoth and ride a sable tooth Tiger 
Watch cavemen fighting for survival against all odds.
Go back to the beginning of time and watch the world burst into life.

On the next full moon, try turning right instead.
No idea what you may find, maybe just one vast dust bowl,
left behind by man's destructive ways. A planet without life.
Or maybe a sheer paradise with all living in harmony.

In excitement, you dial up less years, to see how it came about.
One of the first things you notice is that at last we learned.
That now people follow Nature's ways not caring about a fast buck. 
Gone is all human greed, prejudices and warlike ways. Just helping hands!

Machinery now mainly a thing of the past. Sundown means lights out.
The dawn of each new day is now respected, revered and celebrated. 
Sowing and harvesting, a combined effort with the fruits fairly shared.
No need for placing value on things. Money a thing of the past.

Yes. Go down to the lake and step into the whirlpool of time.
Play with the dials. Go forward or back. Experience it all.
Look with fresh eyes and only take the good on with you.
Then maybe, just maybe you will find the paradise that awaits.

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Stand up with me

( this is my way to bring out what i see and what i object to ... the happenings in the state of Goa )
 When strange lands begin to unfold
And pathways commence to get green and fold
All the thoughts we held up in hope
Now gone up in smoke 
Please stand up with me!!
(to the  real estate mafia.. not all builders)

When the naked tunes of glum hilarity fill up the air,
The cacophony of eight notes in the eardrums blare,
All the thoughts we held up in hope
Now gone up in smoke 
Please stand up with me!!
( the many bhavans and academys)

When the scribbling on the wall,
Will be the last call
All the thoughts we held up in hope
Now gone up in smoke 
Please stand up with me!!
(a portion of the fourth estate)


When the ageless form will break up the glass,
Seven years of bad luck will come in en mass
All the thoughts we held up in hope
Now gone up in smoke 
Please stand up with me!!
( to some of  the so called environmentalists)


When the sky will not itself clear
Our sights will be blinded to long way from here
All the thoughts we held up in hope
Now gone up in smoke 
Please stand up with me!!
(To some of the  politicians of goa)

When the worms crawl out of the torn can
Brain drains itself and ruptures itself like a self destruct plan
All the thoughts we held up in hope
Now gone up in smoke 
Please stand up with me!!
( the traitors who  under value Goa)


When the cold from the ice,
Will itself pay the price
All the thoughts we held up in hope
Now gone up in smoke 
Please stand up with me!!
(the  bars, shacks, hotels who overcharge to make a fast buck )


When the ore form the Goan mines,
Will persuade the lawmakers the rules to redefine
All the thoughts we held up in hope
Now gone up in smoke 
Please stand up with me!!
( the suffering middle class & the people depending indirectly on mining )

All the thoughts we held up in hope
Now gone up in smoke 
Please stand up with me!!
( People of Goa)

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If You Know What I Mean

Unsure of his role as friend
he sneaks his way past mistakes.
And believing friendships end
he gives much less than he takes.

Much like a jester of old
his mind boast a wit that's quick.
And he struts cocky and bold
with guile and a tongue too slick.

Chasing love and courting dope
his past casts a future bleak.
For dreams addicted to hope
often devastate the weak.

Conniving for a fast buck
he treats life like a con game.
And willing to press his luck
from ashes he'll conjure flame.

His hands aren't afraid of dirt
and music lives in his soul.
Yet broken by years of hurt
it’s clear time has levied a toll.

He’s a pro at cavorting
with the women tall and lean.
Yet prone to distorting the
truth, if you know what I mean.

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ah me. today just a sad faced mutt.

ah me. today just a sad faced mutt. 

The autumn sky above me is a deep gray. 
Hanging like a wet rag, its watching me in every which way.
Wish i could reach beyond this expanse that encompasses me, 
and wonder if whats there is even worth trying to see? 

Damn this air is heavy.  I just want to spread my wings and fly. 

But i cant fly with two shoulders that are stressed, 
from tugging at this weight i cant get off of my chest.
Am i lost for good because i tire easily now and yawn to show it?
Unimpressed with this charm of speech that has always made me a poet. 
My lunatic eye inward has turned me into an outpatient, 
but im still leaning closer in the mirror trying to find something sacred.
And though my stare is vacant, im still concentrating hard to see 
past my crumbling teeth and rotting hair, hoping there is more to me. 
If not i'll move forward in silence, soaking up all the love and pain,  
trusting what my beating heart dictates 'til nothing of me but dust remains.
Having been born in my skull and caged there with remorse forever,  
from the school yard to prison bars im killing my thoughts off altogether.
Any short cut i ever took cut me short and the final cost was twice as steep.
A fast buck leaves a slow burn, so with a sense of mature caution i proceed.
Precious days i wasted, chasing skirts in pursuit of newness and tighter thighs.
I lived with one foot out the door, but think i paid for all their crying eyes.
However, if i haven't yet settled my debts for all the pain i knowingly created.
I will accept my fate as a nowhere man here doomed to never make it, 
and pray to god that he might forgive me, knowing i wasn't ever his favorite.

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You'd better return those pets

You've been in my neighborhood today, that's where I've seen you lurch.
You've been taking people's cats and dogs to sell them for research.
You'd better put my cat down and I mean now!
What you're doing is something I won't allow.
You'd better return those pets or it will be something you'll regret.
I'll make you pay for taking my neighbors' pets.
I'm going to call the Humane Society on you.
You think I'm bluffing but what I say is true.
You planned to sell these pets to make a fast buck.
You disgust me and you've just ran out of luck.
It won't bother me one bit to send your sorry ass to jail.
You thought you'd get away with it but you've been nailed.
You're making me angry and we're about to have a row.
You'd better return those pets and I mean right now!

(Even though this poem is fictional, many animals need protection from research.)

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Fast Buck Freddie

Fast Buck Freddie,
     Was an interesting guy
He could sell you a bakery
     When you needed a pie

He could hustle a jacket
     In the middle of summer
Or unload a pool
     When you asked for a plumber

 And as he was also an amorous fellow
       The ladies had better be ready
For nothing seems to cramp the style
       Of the infamous Fast Buck Freddie

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Strong communities

Strong communities,
We all can see,
Are less often at sea,
More often home for tea,
With all cakes file free, 

Strong communities,
Have no need for rate fees hikes,
As  they mostly ride their bikes,
And tend to build their own dykes,
Never encouraging the fast buck types. 

Strong communities,
Produce the good sorts,
Who are happy to wear their shorts,
Play their sports,
And share their thoughts on their little bits of paradise.

Strong communities never compromise,
When watching the sun rise,
Or helping a mate realise,
How much of a prize,
Is a community on the rise.