Best Invariable Poems

Reverse this polarity, my hormonal engine
Playing my body like a baby grand
Rough and rugged, Jerry Lee Lewis
Succumbs to Louis Armstrong in Platinum
Blues verses boogy woogy
An invariable blender, shaken not stirred
Keeping me up nights
Tapping my toes to the teardrops


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My trees are being rampaged by man's cruelty;
doesn't he feel empathy when they crumble down,
to be shipped on barns and trains for huge profits?
And while my darlings don't bleed like he does, they suffer by far...
and they feel the same pain when the ax or...

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Manipulation



Doctrines, Orders, at times, Education
Aim to accomplish manipulation!!
Message permanently caged in store;
Is a hand working puppet from the core!!
You either learn to change your mind
Or learn to change your humankind!!
Civilisations that we blindly receive
Humanities will permanently bereave!! 
Claptrap compels you to avidly learn:
“Boy, good Titles...

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Invariable measures find me concluded with torment. 
Crystallized reflections peripherally surpass imaginations advent.

Crackling blisters intern vivid arbitration, as if to teach spine-chilling lessons. 
Collapse goes hostage lungs, held up and recorded in air gasping sessions. 

Constant ringing beneath definitions light concealed bag piped eye shadows...

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Within your system 
of abstract data I'm the
invariable 
one; the broken semaphore
who yearns for an error-patch....

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Ambivalence amends itself 
when ambition challenges the amoral freedom
like the ambrosia we partook of,
something prohibited to humans...
that only the mythological gods
had the pleasure to enjoy;
and we adorn our heads with narcissus,
defying our worthless repulsion...
until we suffer the first defeat with dismay:
and as ambiguity leads to...

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They Caught Me Young


The first cut is a cut so deep-
Internalising this impression
Has made me stir and creep
With invariable precision!

Great Writers caught me young
Whilst an exploring youth.
Leaning on the sublimely tongue
Exorcised my being uncouth!

Teachers, too, were adept or apt
For immersing head in writ
Could I’ve been...

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Grass


A Man of discernment the grass he gazes
With invariable appetite as a cow that grazes;
Grass in plains meanders with admiration,
And up the hills in its converse undulation-
He’s green, not with envy, but admiration!

The Idiot who laid a carpet, forgetting grass
His mind is dowdy and his...

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Seems like yesterday we peered through constellations,
like lost doves in flight yearning for their ivory salvation.
Wearing wings that beamed in specks of flaring stardust,
leaving blazing memories full of crimson temptation. 
Forgotten and abandoned like unalterable mistrust,
lost love is like a shadow hungry for antiquated lust.

You...

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I wear this cloak, a mantel of doubt
Fashioned with invariable pain
Lost in the depths of perplexing thoughts
I exist in this crypt of nothingness!
Let me vanish beneath stormy seas!

Now I dwell deep within the house of cynicism
With no thought of tomorrows, for they're not promised
End this...

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Beware ...
they are coming ...
I hear them as they tap their invariable
pulses on my spirit, like steel drums
in the Cruzan night, all at once frightening
and irresistibly intoxicating - the warm
blanket, doom ...

I find it unremarkable ...
that they match my heart's thrumming,
vying for a prominent consideration
like...

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Life is akin to a pendulum
moving slowly
from.........side.......to........side.
How does it differ
from the straight and narrow?

The greater the swing
the more varied your life becomes.
The lesser the swing
the narrower the path.
When it becomes so narrow it stops.
Then you’re dead.

It is up to you how far you go
to the...

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THIRUKKURAL: Translation of Canto XXXVIII with notes and commentary

Canto XXXVIII of the Thirukkural on the topic of FATE which I give here in translation (by stages) forms, in itself, a separate "book" in its own right, for it nullifies so-to-speak almost all the rest of...

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Calamity and Sanity

What if I were to have a heinous calamity
How would this invariable affect my sanity?
Maybe might go into some state of remorse
End up having to let nature take her course.

Could it be a personal psychotic tendency
Then end up developing a drug dependency
By several...

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The crimson blood colored invariable, 
flows free through every single heart, 
as the common ancient ancestor etched
the footprints of humanity on earth.

The shared lineage thriving insulated,
splintered into diverse faction of races,
physical traits got naturally typified,
as melanin played with color on skin.

Born human under one seamless...

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