In this indescribable sea discrepancy is the principle of inhalation and exhalation.
Fishes are judged by the color of their scales and fins...
where tilapia and her son seldom perish like an ice cube melting in a glass of Scotch whisky.
In this sea, boundaries are created by ethnics and viruses, and types of mouth angles.
In this sea, tilapia explores sea surfaces with passport and dread.
Her son prevails through subtle picking between: shark, octopus, and whale;
a living pessimistic life as empty as cloudless day.
But, both young, old, weak, and strong bear this common line of break of breakthrough in their national anthems.
Their backs, foreheads, scales and fins bear this common tattoo of morning star and companionship.
Still the shaking out of the Middle East,
Sometimes its carnivals rescheduling or feast’;
An as much engulfing tremor as an earthquake,
A time the normal man there rejects a piece of cake.
Hit targets like Michael Jackson dance,
Witnesses struck dumb by the mischance;
Ripped apart bodies described a free fall,
While answering so early a home call.
As guns sing their rat-tat-tats,
Removed in homage are many hats;
Their nozzles continually obeying fingered triggers,
The meanest blood bath encouraged to linger.
War its appeal loses outside the cinema,
One can’t under a carpet sweep combatants\ dilemma;
A dialogue with the Devil is wisest from far-off distance,
Whoever would forget the Hiroshima instance?
The jihadists’ wars are their passports to paradise,
The ethnics, a rubbishing of tribal ties;
The gulf’s was some guarantee of crude oil,
The Gangsters their macho men’s toil.
Mr. Archie Bunker
For the good ole days did hunker
Confronted with 'ethnics' or punkers
He turned green at the gills...went bonkers
The melody of the silent wind spoke
to the lonely road towards the twilight hour.
Cute footsteps of the moonbeam
thrilled the seashore besides the divine power.
Sweet giggle of the heartbeat of the waves
embroidered the fashion coat of all unstitched dreams
some are designers, some are ethnics
Like the road separated by sea and streams .
Its been a long time,nobody passed by this path !
Whenever the road glimpses a falling star,
By closing her grey eyes ,
she yearns for her most awaiting dearest passenger....!
A speeding star or spaceship, no it’s SUPERMAN
Only a bat can tell who knows and sees, but as a caped crusader, one can feel the breeze being BATMAN
The Legend Of Justice, but the dialog being doom
A fight to the finish
But who will be victorious and distinguished
Both knowing good from wrong
A part where Evil doesn’t belong
Saving lives and combating crime for as long
Yet a fight that will go on
Ethnics where credit is due
But what challenger will come through?
The sun has turned completely red
The moon has turned a shaded black
The moment being the attack
But the innocent need to just stand back
Blows into throws
Imaginations drawing conclusions
A fight that might be long
A thought, what Marvel Hero should belong?
A past being a comic book
It was a boy’s look
One Marvel Hero fell
But I won’t tell.
Slaughter in here, ethnics
Butchery in there ,politics
Souls from various creeks
For Charon to cross the styx
As cold as ice
Deadly storms won’t cease
Sweeping Tsunamis increase
Forest fires destroy Greece
Why not ask Nature for peace?
As cold as ice
Manmade four-wheeled slayers
On roads merciless killers
Toys for hit and run drivers
Highways innocents’ manglers
As cold as ice
Stand and watch
Human feelings do scotch
This is but a small blotch
Your heart door forever do latch.
Together we reunite hand in hands as we sail
together like waves of the ocean lands not
knowing were this could lead so we just follow
our hearts and make believe that this is the
destiny god lead us to be for u and i who would
of ever knew that ebony and ivory were no
better two for the world really doesnt quite
understand thats why they look at us with such
a cold hand like we have broken the "codes of
ethnics" to be for if only they would truly
open their eyes to see that love is blind and
sees no color only the love that builds among
one for another...
Said to have been the birthplace of man
a sacred place of mystery
Where ethnics inhabited its land
since the beginning of history
Beating drums and rhythmic flames
would echo beating heart
Where man, beast and lushes plains
formed an ongoing work of art
Life was simple, uninvolved
We had problems that were our own
but those were easily resolved
It’s the only thing we’ve ever known
Respect for self, land and creatures
our elders made us vow
Blood that flowed had healing features
entwined with the earth somehow
With men that came and times that changed
so did standards of living
Our bonds with the gods became estranged
and they were unforgiving
With famine, aids & poverty
while others who parade in suits
give little help, but all their pity
Birthplace disowned or forgotten roots?
One thing I came to realize
that most others don’t see
If they were gonna shut their eyes
Why didn’t they let us be?
Second world countries are unknown
while the rest of the world embark
on enlightened journeys, we alone
must bear our burdens in the dark