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What did you see in me uncle?
How could you even hold me tight?
I was born just a few months ago
My tender body still didn't grow.
I slept by the side of my mom
You have shown her the smell of chloroform
You took me away from my lovely home
You made sure that we are all alone
I opened my eyes to the harshness of your touch
I realised that I'm no longer safe and sound
I cried in pain until your palm closed my mouth
I shook with fear and my eyes searched for mom
You didn't just squeeze my skin but crushed the puny bones beneath it
You didn't just kiss my lips but caused my tender tongue to bleed
Your fingers ran across every corner of my shivering little body
Your pricky moustache irked every bit of my trembling nudity.
I tried hard to shout but my voice melted in the fearsome silence of the lonely night
My eyes searched for my mom's arms but I couldn't realise that they were beyond reach
My breath choked to survive under your violent paws
My life helplessly moaned beneath your wild claws
Who are you to pluck this mom's little flower?
Who are you to burn down a father's happy hour?
Who gave you the right to vandalize my unborn future?
Who advised you rack my bones to showcase your musculature?
Goodbye world, I'm leaving.
Your retribution on him should serve others, a learning
Don't just do a few candle rallies and forget me
For, within no time, another tender stem falls out from a green family tree.
Mother grizzly looked dangerous, her mouth full of teeth
She was enraged, because her cubs had dropped several feet beneath
If we could keep her calm and save her babies, all would be okay
I was thrilled to see the tranquilizer dart of the warden that day
I held his rope steady as he climbed down the cavern shelf
He tossed those twins into a basket, I did not lift it myself
An entire crew was there, to make sure everything was okay
We all sighed a relief when mother grizzly came back around that day
She scrambled off into the trees with her babies following her
They bent some trees, I know one was pine, another fir
She did not seem dangerous now, a bit groggy maybe
I do not blame her; she was afraid for each baby.
4/9/17
Vultures circled overhead then swooped in
Towards the remains of a human
Nearby an outcrop of rocks that protruded
Another morning filled with fog
A frog sat upon a log
Of which he was fond
Inside a pond full of fronds
Within a bog
Located way beyond
A horse named Cork participated in all sorts of sports
Involving some kind of course
Holding its own head up high, while it continued forth
Even when the winds blew with force
From the south, east, west or north
Close and far from any wharf
They won so often that there owner bought a porsche
And new home with a beautiful porch
A cat that was a black
Attacked a rat
Then ate it as a snack
Rather fast
In a patch of grass
Before it groomed and scratched
Then sat in the back of a shack
Nearby a hat rack and took a nap
At last
Out of town
Across a field that was recently plowed
A brown cow sat down
On the ground
Below a sky with little clouds
After it had some chow
Before, during and after it haled
A person had a few too many pale ales
Then went off the rails
By pulling off a chick's ponytail
And getting caught with a scale
Next day woke up in jail
With no bail
And realized they had failed
In their own coffin another nail
Eventually was released and got home to bills in the mail
And nothing but bread that was stale
So they inhaled
And focused on how to prevail
Throughout the trail
Before seeing boats in the distance with sails
Soon after flew by a flock of quail
And then far away towards the horizon, water spouted from a whale
By: Dalton Ogletree
I know him is my next-door neighbor, a popular loner.
I know him, he is a starseed reawakened from another world, Earthly language is to insufficient to explain the world he comes from.
I know him is a conduit between divine realms and the Earth, and he can transport between galaxies via meditation.
I know him. He lives between two worlds, the invisible and the visible, and always searching for home.
His soul carries him through space, time, and Stargates is here with us, but is there with others too.
His of other dimensions is here to help heal the planet and guide humanity .
He has zero to one or two friends as he is not part of the soul group (family) is only here to help.
He is extremely intelligent and, to the less evolved, seems as wacky to the normal, less evolved human.
He once told me he didn't like to be here. He doesn't like other humans that are less evolved, and he just wants to get out.
I know him. To him, materialistic wealth is only for kids. There is no self pride in wealth, he once told me.
His multidimensional thoughts make him see how all moments in time are happening now. Some people see him unearthly, too mysterious to comprehend.
He once told me he longs to be home. To him, Earth is a very low-vibrational planet, full of war, pollution, diseases, and corruption.
I know him. He is the Starseed.
By Chanda Katonga.
Evolution’s Speed Bump
by Odin Roark
From history did we come
Perpetuating evolvement
Did we not
Yes
We’ve learned our lesson well
Mixing and matching genes
To circumvent ourselves
Arriving at the worldly coliseum
We battle for blood and death
Salivating and fist pumping
We want…
We wish…
Seldom what we need
Yet we forge and sharpen
Our out of control desire
For everything of anything
Leaving DNA scratching its head
“We put up centuries of twist and shred
For this?”
Of course
Minds of a higher purpose
Will someday stopover
Check us out
And pity the evolved mash-up
We’ll greet our planetary visitors
With “Welcome aliens. We are your masters.”
And completely miss
Their dissing of such nonsense
As they leave their rest stop
And move on to another galaxy
Ten stops down the line
That's where the place is
The place I call mine.
Ten stops to go
'Till I get home and let today go.
An old lady sits opposite me
Smiles and says she's looking forward to a hot cup of tea.
This pleasure of her day makes the cold go away
The journey through the city and along the river bank
I ask if she has milk, sugar and biscuits to dunk?
She smiles and says she very particular with her brew.
One and half teaspoons and no more; or it's quite simply a poor do!
A teaspoon of milk; gold top full cream or another pour it will be!
I smile back and ask her why so precise with her tea?
She looks straight at me.
It's my link back to my past.
An old friend of youth I've never lost.
Made like my grandad used to do
Like buttered corners on his bread too.
Buttered all over the slice of bread
That's what my grandad always said.
So my cup of tea is part of me
With it I find I can relax quite deeply.
But it has to be just right.
Or I won't relax tonight.
Five stops down and she gets to her feet
This is my stop she says to me.
Goodnight she says as she smiles at me.
Goodnight I say back but before she turns from me I say:
'enjoy your cup of tea'.
Incineration of Love God Madan ( Cupid )
Three of Many
Originally written in Hindi by my late father Dr. Amar Nath Kapoor
1899 to 1994
English version by Ravindra K Kapoor.
Prelude to this epic.
According to Indian mythology Madan the Love God or Cupid was asked to divert the attention of Lord Shiva*, the supreme God of Hindus, who was lost in deep meditation, so that Lord Shiva may be requested to help the Gods from the attacks of the demon supreme immortal Tarakasur. However, when Madan disturbed Him in meditation Shiva became too furious and opened His third eye. Madan the Cupid God got burnt by the fire of the anger of his third eye. This epic reveals many interesting incidents about this story later in this series…..
(Hindi Name) Madan Dahan
Passion had not attained,
Control over human life,
Serene Love then prevailing,
Was the ideal worship.
Gold had not blackened,
Mind and heart of humans,
Service of all was then,
Lives most glorious action.
Work of Brahma* the creator,
Was at the verge of completion,
Vishnu* the preserver of Universe,
Had created livelihoods for all.
Ravindra
Kanpur India 23rd April 2012
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Clarifications:
*Brahma- According to the Puranas, Brahma is self-born in the lotus flower. Another legend says that Brahma was born in water. A seed that later became the golden egg. From this golden egg.. The remaining materials of this golden egg expanded into the Brahman?a or Universe.
* Vishnu -Vishnu is the supreme God of Hinduism. It describes Vishnu as the All-Pervading essence of all beings, the master of—and beyond—the past, present and future, one who supports, sustains and governs the Universe and originates and develops all elements within. Vishnu governs the aspect of preservation and sustenance of the universe, so he is called "Preserver of the universe".
Wealthy thrivers off polarizing put-down strategies
calcify toxic win/lose Capitalization patterns
building up around bicameral governing hearts
of our health-wealth struggling
ebb and flow financial system.
Investment of time and money,
nutrition flowing in established monoculturing directions
tends to stick there,
accumulating ever more fatty tissue,
monopolistic
monotheistic
monotonously chronic issues
of economic heart failure
ensues hardening of political life's
systemic trauma arteries.
More polycultural integrity
of Win/Win co-passion
sustains resonant
ecologically economic enlightenment
and neurologically healthy
resilient political empowerment
where monocultural supremacy,
with stressed-out hardening arteries,
will fail
to optimally thrive,
while sucking in environmental resources
until formerly healthy families
and communities
and species over-consume
and wilt
and fail
faster than our interdependent
systemic healthcare replacement rate.
What do starving and thirsty bio-health systems need from you
with you
of you
through you
to share with you
every nurturing grace we could cooperatively contain?
My answer does not end
with another monotheistic TrumpCard,
or anthro-supremacist
patristic
industrial ballistic
militarized Capitalistic
retributive justice competition.
These are in dynamic opposition
to all reconnecting religious feelings
and thoughts.
Hearts over-flowing with oppositional power-investment
will only further harden current monotheistic death-trends,
traumatically degenerative
EarthCardiac arrest
of panentheistically religious
indigenous
love-life revival.
Why this never ending hate
Where impressionable young men swallow jaundiced bait,
To kill and maim - all in the name of their one prophet,
Unleashing burning mayhem with rocket after rocket.
Has discourse and humanity disintegrated to this point,
Where the only leaders they invariably anoint
Preach such hatred and revenge,
With glaring eyes and fingers tightly clenched.
Generations go to die leaving mother's sadly wailing,
The guns they hold no longer just for playing,
A dream of glory as yet another blessed martyr,
The sad byproduct of this never-ending intifada.
Were only calmer minds at play,
Leaders who knew the words they had to say,
To avert such bloodshed that's never a solution,
The only outcome despair and persecution.
Violence is a twin, a spawn of the same seed,
Destruction not discourse it's destiny to lead,
Strength is shown by character, tenacity and grit,
Mandela proved the adage to never ever quit.
Jews and Palestinians cousins by another name
So very different and yet so very much the same,
Two thousands years of sharing this small land,
A differing religion but surely the same band.
Enough this constant slaughter tearing families apart,
Let wiser minds prevail in making a new start,
Nothing is impossible when truth and will combine,
A path to coexistence is what each must define.
Will it be easy no, but clearly it's a must,
It starts with creating empathy and a modicum of trust,
The alternative unthinkable, impossible to bear,
As misery and death the only certainty they'll share.
I never said that I am perfect,
Though it may have been assumed.
I never told you I'd be an easy match
Or stay interested in you.
I never said I'd cook and clean
Or cling closely to your side.
I never told you that I'd always match
Your unsteady gait, stride for stride.
I never said how much I needed you
Nor can I live without your touch,
Though you tug and pull and punish me
With guilty pleas I hate so much.
I never said that I am perfect.
I'm just another soul on my own path
Looking for my own answers,
And hoping for true love that lasts.
Tough to hear, but you're not perfect.
And I'm not invested in your sighs.
You haven't put in time and heartbreak,
You have yet to pay for your empty lies.
So let's just call it even. No lost love here to regret.
It makes no sense to whine, and cry and pout.
Let's just kiss, say goodby and stop the grieving.
This is your fastest, easiest way out.
Copyright © Chula Fleming | Year Posted 2012