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It was said I was born of quenched love,
almost vanquished by a storm along
the Red Sea in a din of gray November.
Wandering around dunes, a Maiden
kind housed me comfortably--
O she, laughing among lilies in the quiet
and wild current; nourishing my psyche
with keen sensibilities.
Time passed between rain and light,
as I crossed Earth and Heaven with a sacred
power of a growing woman that clutched
the mystery of unknown incidences…
And when bells of a day's time have played out,
visions sailed in my mind--
that our King drew counsel from my foresight
warmed by an esoteric fire that burned,
speaking of prophecies and omens vouched–
this higher instinct streaming from ‘ Maiden Mother’
who opened a celestial gateway that betook me.
So the tale of a Priestess newly arisen
where legend's moments fell on a gliding leaf;
a story half told of my telepathic gift
of mortal beings honoring me, ‘Sybil, Sybil’:
yet, though revered as a sage, my own destiny
was not mine to hold.
Not even where I truly came from.
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7/7/2017
As it is the way with me, I have the car prepped by individuals whose love of the industry has acquired a rather peculiar name, "Grease Monkey."
I have no understanding of vehicles or their inner makings of their encasement under the hood the concepts of an engine. Repairing a flat tire, or locking the keys in the car, whereto, I leave it to AAA for its resolve.
Now the picture is made clear, the vehicle industry is one subject matter, when it comes to my person, I have little to no interest.
Now we're heading back to the Bay Area, and the four of us have some great conversations, lots of laughing, funny incidences in housekeeping.
I drove up to let all three off at Derek's place and waited in my car, as Derek went to retrieve his car. Jane and I shared some new news and there was no mention of that store incident, though it dwells in the back of our heads.
Derek drove to my driver's window, and I said I was going off to work, and I drove away and off to work I went, as they got into Derek's car till I was unable to see them.
Racial discrimination is claimed by many white americans to be slight and not as much a problem for this country as the state of the economy and other popular issues. They strongly believe that black americans are protected by law from racial discrimination, in things such as employment, housing, the criminal justice system. It has become almost a common truism that our laws do not discriminate by the color of a persons skin, and though it is not always easy to prove discrimination, it happens more than one might think or want to believe that it happens. I will not do what many people try and rely upon statistics and graphs to illustrate this thought. I am not even interested in persuading anyone
of this.
But I would be quite mistaken to believe that discrimination today is so simple a problem to handle, as to reduce the scope of racism to the fringes of our society in a few sick individuals, who's goal is to violently exterminate the presence of black people, there is more going on than these isolated incidences of racial hatred.
When diversity programs are cut away without fully understanding them enough it is a sign that there is some lack of insight people have that cause them to follow through with actions like this.
One day a young girl
Late from office boarded a bus
All got down one by one
She was the only girl
There were four men in bus
Few men pounced on her
Driver drove fast not stopping
Courageous youth fought bravely
Threw one out, herself jumped out of the bus
Her courage gave her strength
History is replete with incidences of courage and strength
Moment we become bold and fearless
We automatically generate inner strength
A strength that surprises us
If we are scared all pounce on us
Once we become courageous
Everyone is scared of us and treats us properly
Only a courageous mind can enjoy life
Lot of us loose lot in life out of fear
End your fear
Life is anyway short here
They were Hollywood farmed; the girls, the pink and blond feathers-
shoes on their heads, but when they began to give birth to human
chickens there was a national outcry. Cops cordoned off each home
where an avian pregnancy had occurred. A comprehensive
government birth control program had fallen short;
the girls had mated, but with what?
The chicks (we called them chicks), were hairless, not bald, feathers
as thin as needles grew from their heads, but the skin was plucked
as if some evolutionary edict had demanded they be retail-ready.
The off-spring were quickly taken away for cold-storage.
Within hours each young mother had been represented by agents.
Legal teams coalesced around bewildered families. They were told
to say nothing, sign nothing, promise nothing, but they did.
The girls began to talk.
None of them could recall having strange sex. They social networked,
argued, trash talked, became best friends forever. Giggled on
‘Late Night’ talk shows. They composed lists of their favorite things. A
chorus of tweets became raucous.
The unusual births were sporadic, incidences became less, soon there
were no more reports. The media moved on. The girls struggled
to stay newsworthy, were medicated with drugs manufactured
by masked workers. Gradually they began to shop in small groups again.
Their behavior closely watched by celebrity therapists and
ornithologists.
The girls kept their shoes in designer shopping bags and on their feet.
When asked why they had once placed shoes on their head,
they would run away clucking hysterically.
2025.1.30
CNY 2nd day.
Today, the celebration continues.
People visit their distance relatives,
Their grand parents, aunties, uncles and cousins,
The CNY visiting's routine become formal and practical,
The meals is also less glamorous
There will be lobster, oysters and prawns.
The rotating hexagon box,
Full of sweets and candies are still on.
Chinese people believe,
What happens in the first three days in CNY,
Will repeat throughout the year.
I believe that is purely superstitious.
However I have already experienced two strange incidences.
I wish it will never happen again.
One was, I received no phone calls nor replies to my messages
Which I was asked to do someone favors.
The other related to "My music adventure"
Goodbye 2nd day of CNY.
Tomorrow
Sitting next to you, you asked my name
Stunned as I was I knew it was too late
You Laughed‚ when I smile and sad when cried
You never question my drive
Always help me strive
I stayed busy as child in study and sport
Stayed busy with family and job
I always waited for tomorrow
To say I am because of you
Life’s up n down the way you tackle
Incidences and coincidences
Inevitable and avoidable the way you steered
Inspires me, Guide me with cheers
The tomorrow never came
Now it is too late, too late, too late
I love you Dad, I love you a lot
I regret to have waited for tomorrow
Which never came.
My eyes are getting old
But not my feelings
Cataract is forming
And so my inspirations growing
I see life and its styles
I see people and things
Nature and the surroundings
I feel their existence
I am grateful
I see goodness more than evils
I have dreams more than frights
I see poems, art pieces
Philosophy, religions and human nature
I see incidences and disasters
I see, I feel, I experient
I act, I learn
I recall, I remember
I see with feelings and love
I see the visible
And feel the invisible
But
Some people see the invisible
And feel the invisible
I think that's the love of God
Kris Radhakrishnan is my favourite poet
Any topic, any form he can pen a beautiful poem
He writes serious poems that leave a message behind
Also funny ones that make you laugh aloud
Some of his poems have unexpected end
They makes you wonder the play of mind and thoughts
His topics are varied from pillow to car
He can create a funny story out of common incidences
He feels and writes for others,
He is compassionate,he wrote for line
His poems are easy to understand,
They leave a lasting impression on mind
Every day I read his poem's
They fill me with joy and happiness
Most of his poems have fixed syllable count
I wonder how he manages that so beautifully despite a busy schedule
He is a doctor treating corona patients
And feels guilty when he is given leave
I am in awe of him.
He is truly a great human
Keep the ink flowing Kris
I look forward to reading your poems everyday
knock knock knock
on my front door
i get up to look
it's lonliness at the door
but quite and still
i would not let
lonliness in so peacefull i slept
morning came
and with the knocks once more
but i kept my temper
and evened the score
inside i sat quietly
wishing he'd go away
but he yelled from outside
he had something to say
i said "go away"
and i put a record on
something moving and grooving
i played it all day long
but when evening came
i put on a sweater
and decided to play
something much better
something smooth
something sentimental
something with lyrics
that are very gentile
something with words
that don't dare remind
of terrible incidences
recently left behind
constantly reminding me
it should be a crime!
it should be a crime!!
it should be a crime!!!
anger was present
he had a key
i was glad to see him
and he was glad to see me
but lonliness
though being out side
made his presence known
in certian shadows
in certian rooms
anger said
"have a drink"
and handed me a bottle
"listen up. i know how to fix that flirt.
slap her in the face.
rub her name in the dirt!"
and with this
my imagination ran wild
drink after drink
we talked a while
but i remembered myself
this wasn't my style
and once again lonliness
knocked at the door
i let him in and fell
crying to the floor
why, oh why must you visit
once more?!
he said "to try to give you wisdom
where you broke down before.
to try to give you knowledge
before you go through the door.
to try to make you stronger,
if you should do it again.
and to always let you know
that i am your constant friend.
i am with you in your solitude
i am with you while you sit
surrounded by friends.
i scream my name LONLINESS!
in your ears very loud.
never forget my power
or giving me my hours."
and with that
he sat his fat ass down