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An Outlook: The Supernatural Belief

There once a place
Filled with people from dark side
They were cold and unwilling
Some unaware life has ended

They go here and there
Or perhaps beside you
In front or at your back
Looking at you now

Going to forsaken places
 May lead to a dark path
Not aware of what’ll happen
Hence will be bewitched

The Man Who Carried the Light

I walked that road when crisis struck—
voices blurred, strangers recoiled,
and help summoned cold authority.

Then a kind man appeared—
heart vast as hope’s horizon—
he paused his world to meet mine,
ran through traffic, time bending to his kindness.
In less than an hour, my turmoil bowed
to a gentleness I thought lost.

Across the miles, a penny’s cost
multiplies—mockery, bullying, endless arguments
shaded

Tears Of Parrots

Echoes of wandering cares, mask;
True ego of expectant filming time, 
Peeping to view wonder's raw face... 
Maybe or not it could actuate light
Tears aspire to laugh over or embrace. 

Prayers of guise shame put up task;
Heart never wish to visit each price, 
Let alone kick off its sacrificial start... 
To redeem the lost shining chance

Point of View

some say demons
I call them traumas
some say addictions
I call it self infliction
some say crazy
I call it misunderstood
some say boundaries
I call it protection
some say bad seeds
I call them unguided
some say thieves
I call it greed
some say haters
I call them broken
some say jealousy
I call it bitterness
some say narcissist
I call them wounded
some say enemies
I call them admirers 

Urban Slab

some level of falling from grace happens in slab city
its twisted humanity
when kindness stops being nornal
when green crusaders are dismissed, unseen
like burying waste in landfill

city of slab-stick
where we live normal lives within shuttered malls
affluence superimposed on poverty
can anything mellow us
with nature clotted under sprawl?

breeding, feeding, receding 
within plated walls
unable to bend the city to one's

Personal Inconsistencies

Consistency is key isn't it not?

Then why does it feel like a chore rather than a reward?

Nobody gives you a road map on life
So why are there so many pressures from wrong to right?

Inconsistency has been a part of my whole life
Whether I knew it or not

But that's the thing

Little girls and little boys are

Impurity

Impurity

Where is the solidity of purity?
Where is the moral of solidity?
And the conservatism of life?

What do I see on the train at night?
Almost naked very young women.
The world has turned upside down.

Spirituality has disappeared from life.
The flesh pursues the soul, and light.
Women are more magnetic in long skirts.

Societies

Societies

Societies, cultures, ages, eras
Principalities, kingdoms, empires,
Communism and socialism
And the present can’t give a perfect solution

All of them have light age and top period
All of them have a beginning and development
Development, achievement, then gold time

Then decay, decadence, and devastation
All this causes suffering, poverty, and destruction
Just repetition and repetition. It’s a vicious cycle

Where is the forever solution?
Where

Glass Prisons

Man—  
born to think freely,  
now trapped in a prison of pixels.  

Facebook—  
a wasteland of worthless chatter,  
where minds rot in the soil of mediocrity,  
graves of shallow likes and empty words.  

Telegram—  
a playground for the desperate,  
lust clothed in secrecy,  
hands searching

A Sister's Lament

Is it wrong to feel jealous of my brothers?  
Am I evil for envying their wild freedom,  
For wanting, just once, to go where they go,  
To dance to every beat, lose myself in the night?  

They are at every party, every celebration,  
Free birds, untethered,  
While I sit

New Proletariat: Millennial Epilogue

We, the Children of the Atom:
Whose quantum physics master the balance of past and future. 

We remember before and after; to aim them both with hands still enslaved by petty policy and impractical allegiance to the thieves who multiply yet still. 

We say now to them: Imagine what we shall do in the autonomy of

weapons

I’m a weapon of mass destruction
 the kind that doesn't appeal to societies seductions
I am all about kingdom construction
The word of God is my daily instructions
I get an unction, how to function 
Steering clear of those with no compunction 

Everyone is focused on a getting a date
Instead of walking towards eternal gates
Sextually transmitted demons 
don't

What's love

#What's_love
When I wish to have someone with my whole being but not knowing how to pour my heart to them, doubts and fear to be burnt, rejected and not sharing the same sentiment, when I burn inside, battling my own demons of love, loving what's before me, wishing to touch, to whisper in her ears

City Skycraper

A lovely midnight
Seeing those lighted high rise
An awesome delight.

Anomie

Dowry, drug addiction, and domestic violence rule
Female foeticide and female infanticide go cool.
Abortions, corruption, and gender inequality
Racism, human trafficking, casteism, and poverty
Food adulteration, wealth hoarding, consumerism, and greed
With many such evils, we, as a society, bleed.

Where are our good-bad consciences and consciousnesses?
Where are our ethically fit philanthropic choices?
Like a crack in the rail track, there's

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