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The taste of joy, so crystal clear,
It’s the feeling of a soaring soul,
An escape from chains that take their toll.
Freedom, the right to be yourself,
To speak your mind and not just shelf,
To choose your path and your own way,
And live your life, day by day.
Freedom, the power to create,
To explore new worlds and innovate,
To make your mark on history's page,
And leave a legacy for every age.
Freedom, the promise of a better life,
A world without hate, fear, or strife,
Where all are equal, and none oppressed,
And love and peace forever blessed.
Freedom, the light that guides our hearts,
The dream that drives us to do our part,
To stand up tall and never cower,
And fight for freedom, every hour.
Freedom, the air we breathe,
The wind that blows, the river that flows,
The sun that shines, the bird that sings,
The world that is, and everything.
Freedom, the fire within,
The spirit that soars, the heart that beats,
The dream that lives, the hope that springs,
The will that drives, and everything.
Freedom, the gift of life,
The right to be, the choice to make,
The path to walk, the road to take,
The journey that shapes, and everything.
Freedom, the bond of love,
The peace that reigns, the joy that fills,
The kindness that gives, the mercy that heals,
The grace that saves, and everything.
Freedom, the call of destiny,
The purpose that calls, the mission that drives,
The legacy that leaves, the memory that survives,
The greatness that inspires, and everything.
Freedom, the promise of tomorrow,
The future that waits, the dawn that breaks,
The sky that opens, the horizon that takes,
The world that awaits, and everything.
Freedom, the anthem of the soul,
The song that sings, the voice that speaks,
The prayer that seeks, the faith that believes,
The truth that guides, and everything.
Freedom, the light of the world,
The torch that shines, the beacon that leads,
The symbol that stands, the flag that waves,
The spirit that lives, and everything.
Freedom, the spirit of humanity,
The essence that unites, the power that transforms,
The vision that inspires, the dream that informs,
The legacy that shapes, and everything.
So let us cherish this precious gift,
And let our spirits soar and lift,
For freedom is the hope that we all seek,
The future bright, and never bleak.
The smoky clubs of thought/ where shadows dance and poets talk of truth whispered low/man, a story without end/ can you dig it, my friend/ improvisation’s the key, always unlocked in time, a jazz riff echoing truth in research of a paradigm/
assumptions about the nature of reality in jazz talk, scales, and harmonies, the framework we embrace/is not life the same? like established knowledge, but thinking out of frame, lighting up the space, to build on a jazz note we create, we innovate, say, give the funky drummer some/
just like Miles on his horn, exploring what's in the score, man, the vibing brain, a hipster’s thought, where networks of creativity ignite, and a conscious soul control breaks through/
The mind unfurls its thinking wings, a melody takes flight in a jazzed-up symphony of science, burning ever so tight/
a rock steady beat, the rhythm deepens, but the jazz spills over, it paints a wider scene, Pollock's action strokes, vibrant, raw, and jazzy, mean/
Oh, but the freedom in his canvas, a rhythm in his hand like McCoy Tyner’s dancing on the keys/
improvisation's spirit, always in jazz and graffiti wall art on subway trains sprayed across the Bronx highlands/Miles himself, he painted too, abstract hues so bold, from horn to brush he journeyed, a creative, restless soul/ life jazz influence profound, taking its hammering toll on his body and soul/
man, the tempo picks up, into the evolution of funk more emphatic, much more in the pocket of James Brown/ ya dig? exploration, a pattern found, a quantum leap into the unknown jazz heap of sounds/ like a jazz horn solo taking a giant step into the ubiquity of a jazz riff, a seed that has been sown across the river of stars/
In science and music, the spirit intertwined/a quest for understanding, etched upon a circle of fifths/ and the universal wind cries Mary, a jazz solo vast like a Jimi Hendrix acid jazz blast/
repeating rhythms echo across jazz music and cosmology/ in spoken word harmonies with in and out thinking with room for improvisation, improvise your life, and breathe it in/ get hip to the rhythm in your soul/ let it flow, man/
Let the jazz of physics make you brilliantly whole/gung-bow-chi, chi, gung-bow/ drums as the backbone to the funk thing/ It’s a strong emotional and spiritual bond into Life, and the physics of the Jazz sound
As with many dreams, I do not understand the dream I had last night. On the night of December 19, 2007, I dreamed about a candidate for President of the United States. I dreamed that he was the recipient of a strong spiritual awakening. In the dream, it was evident that it was not a political ploy, but was sincere and truly genuine.
I do have a pull toward governors because of their prior experience and administration abilities. Also, Although it matters, I am not very concerned about the candidates' religion. It also concerns me about their marital success or the lack thereof. In addition, I like candidates that are fiscal conservatives with flekibility and pragmatism with regards to social issues.
This country needs more balance with regards to military interventions. We seem to swing too far to the left/right extremes. We must defend America's way of life and our vital interests around the world. However, it is time for both parties and all Americans to reclarify and redefine what our vital interests are.
We can be proud of the fact that we have always sought to discover, invent, and innovate new ideas and new ways of doing things. I believe that we have led the way in making the world a better place in which to live. May our fathers' God show us the way out of our present wilderness.
This dream will force me to take a closer look at the candidates. We are clearly at a new crossroad in the quest for a God fearing, peaceful,, and properous America. Perhaps this dream also portrays a longing for a rebirth in the hearts of all Americans.
The high level of prosperity that we have experienced in America has not silenced the cries of the human heart. Could it be that I have seen a preveiw, not of a particular candidate, but of America's new leader, whomever he might be? Or could it be that America has come to a place in our history whereby every fiber of our being is crying out for a new awakening?
I cannot interprete the meaning of my dream or what it might signal; but I can say with certainty that it is most crucial that we be vigilant in employing our next leader. cj122007 (Edited and condensed for PS, 10012016)
Silicon city
That pulsates,
Both day and night,
The Tech Capital
And the sky, veiled
With urban haze
And dense, sprawling cityscape.
Grey city of its
Gridlocked roads
Surrounded by
Towering skyscrapers
Inspiring
The coder
And the entrepreneur.
Glass city
Of its
Modern offices
And its apartments
Compact and sleek,
New and bold,
A striking, sure testament
Of the presence
Of the FUTURE.
Neon and chrome city
To reinvent
The bustling rhythm
Of its progress
And yet retains
Echoes of the past.
City of early mornings
When the techie
Leaves his flat
And in the busy metro
Taps his laptop
The commuter,
Eyes on screens,
In air-conditioned cars,
Mimics and rushes
To connect
With the world
That fuels their DREAMS
As a true Bengalurean.
City of endless startups
That illuminates the path
Of the innovator
And the visionary
Who disrupts
Tradition,
Complacency,
And long
Established norms.
Green-grey city
A mixture and contrast
That modernises,
Reshapes the landscape
Of time accelerating
That unleashes
And propels,
Surges swiftly
Unstoppable
And holds in
The tech parks,
By the malls
And facing the
Global IT hub
These dreamers
With cutting-edge ideas
Sitting at the edge
Of this vast
Transforming metropolis,
Creating
The digital future
That captivates and challenges.
City of diversity
Of heaped-up talents
With global backgrounds
Who meet online,
Collaborate,
Innovate,
Connect, Expand.
Disrupt,
Complement,
Enrich,
Express themselves,
Coming just
From every corner
Of India and the world
To the heart
Of Bengaluru
And the epicentre
Of South India's
Tech revolution.
And nostalgic old-timers?
The ambitious Newcomers?
All together
They coexist
And merge
Their traditions and
Their aspirations
In progress
And innovation
But New Bengaluru
Carves out for itself, indeed,
The future's share.
A dynamic and complex present
Whose energy
Excites and overwhelms
Leaving digital footprints
In cyberspace
And experiences
Virtual,
And actual,
Fast-paced
And relentless.
Let's change India the way we need,
Let's make a Great India so that others praise our deeds;
Stop discrimination between the ruling and opponent one,
Time for us to have a new India born;
Our forefathers may not be happy with us,
Is it the same India they dreamed in their years?
Who say the Constitution follow equality,
Opportunity to source one,corrupt one who can sell their nationality;
Riches are more respected than who are honest,
The nature of numbness to injustice where resides the best;
Where corporate-politician nexus aim to make people poor,
Where religion is used as medium of income by money-makers;
A nation which was the country of trade,agriculture,traditions and culture,
A nation which is the country of poverty,corruption and nonsense vultures;
Is this the scenario viewed by Bhagat Singh,Bose,Azad and Patel?
Where judiciary and ordinances every now and then fails;
Is this the country shaped by Ashok and Akbar the Great?
Where mediocre s and appointed delegates compels the citizens to have their
works wait;
Complains are made by weaker,
Let we the complaint-makers rise up and work forever;
Work forever to make India economically stable,
Work forever to rise up India from poverty liner;
Educate India to bring new talents from everywhere,
Inspire India to innovate ventures for one-on-one fight with international level;
Make a secular India as religion never teaches bad things to us,
Religion's guidance make people not to be barbarous;
Stop the tears of ancestors who worked hard to make a good India,
Carry on their qualities and pass it with more good qualities to next India;
Celebrate Diwali to wish for presence of Goddess Laxmi in the family,
Wishing money and getting it illegally will be life of unsatisfactory and guilty;
Celebrate Dussehra wishing to have good nature,
Wishing a life of richness will bring a future filled with nothing but failure;
Start from today as it's now or never,
Imaging a Glorified India whose stories will be told forever.
8/3/17
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Dealt the hands of fate
A dollar short and day too late
Checkmate
Your ship is sank
Grab you by your cape
With haste
Then followed yellow tape
And not a single trace
Looked them in their face
Then put them in their place
Those who instigate
And discriminate
I eliminate
Same with if any that imitate
And implicate
Then toward them I liquidate
My eye on people when they manipulate
And vitiate
I'm ready to assassinate
Let me articulate
I'm out to innovate
And assimilate
Don't make me reiterate
Before I dissipate
What better time is there to illustrate?
The great escape
And great debate
Lifting and pushing weight
Willing to undertake
It's all there to make
Lock it away in a safe
And put the rest in the bank
Keep a full gas tank
And work hard toward having an estate
With a keypad at the gate
As well as a pool the size of a lake
Home made cake
Veggies and meats barbequed or baked
Filling up the plate, with or without lobster and steak
An ever increasing rise in the birth rate
Music from the speakers rattling windows like an earthquake
Success on the first take
The blunt was rolled well and burned great
In the past seeds beginning to germinate
Then a certain scent started to permeate
Avoid all the drama
Got to add up more commas
Burning through potent ganja
If I gotta I wanna beat the case
Until the case is beat
They can take a seat
Because it all ended up being a waste
Of time and quite the disgrace
On the chase
A near endless race
Barely ever hitting the brakes
Picking up the pace
Got to get first instead of last place
From here on ground level or up in space
Too transparent and opaque
Not going to shake
The hand of any snake
Or flake
Got to keep the faith
One day ill buy or test drive a wraith
Americans have overcome many great trials,
But harbor too some persistent denials.
Stubbornly clutching long-held positions,
Over time have become national traditions.
Pride in the sanctity of individualism,
Elevates in stature, creating a schism.
Unresolved core beliefs, rationalization,
Test the thinking of this citizen nation.
Answer Me This:
Why do so many use the credo that "the ends justify the means"?
Knowing that this is not always true is not a revelation.
Similarly, two wrongs do not make a right.
Provisional right and wrong are practically necessary.
Short-term gain cannot be exchanged sacrificing long-term integrity.
Answer Me This:
Why can't we resolve gender, race, religious, age and sexual orientation biases and discrimination?
Most of the world understands, we lag behind.
Nearly 7 billion people think of us as one human family.
Much of America still does not agree.
Answer Me this:
Why can't we balance individual self interest and collective interest equitably?
When individual interest substantially effects the health and safety of the collective, it must give way.
Answer Me This:
Why does our foreign policy say "my enemy's enemy is my friend"?
This faulty logic does not allow that the enemy's enemy may be another enemy.
This can lead to dire diplomatic consequences.
All these basic questions are easy to dismiss,
Eventually representing an intellectual abyss.
Our people have shown courage under duress,
Demonstrating kindness to others and selflessness.
Our ability to think, innovate, create,
Is really no matter for international debate.
The world sees our achievements one must confess,
Over centuries no other rivals America's progress.
So why, after all, can't you answer me this,
These things that we do and continually miss?
Intuitive Clones of Progress and Dying
Obsidian stones for some contrite emotional relief
Oblivion clones marching in combined technocratic belief
Meridian moans of melancholy surging with existential grief
Davidean tones of allegory forming from a holy belief
The lack of any certainty that defines someone living on the edge
The cracks in processing modernity that leave you lingering on the ledge
Of epistemological thought forms that internally shake and form a philosophical wedge
Between the notion of absurdity that’s revoked as you keep persisting through the dredge
Improvisational expression after structural defeat
Confrontational confession that forces innocence to retreat
Congregational repression that sweeps the gullible off their feet
Recreational intercession as the holy scriptures start to deplete
We consummate the future plan by banning everything but more emphatic laws
While we promulgate the sounds of progress and demand more and more
As we innovate the underprivileged in their loneliness and mass exploit the poor
I try to communicate the brokenness while I ask what all of this is for?
Competitions and renditions of trauma that ask how much have you been exposed to suffering ?
Depositions of technicians that redirect the internet for all its buffering
Precognitions of physicians that diagnose you while they’re stuttering
As they decommission the transitions that they claim need moral covering
Premonitions of grace falling down from a radiant evening sky
Expositions of a face that is always inclined to cry
Inhibitions of the disgraced as they look at who they can now buy
Intuition that is laced with the ability to embrace life before you die
The End Elizabeth Moroz Copyright
Some say that our people
will never, ever get along,
that skin is our ‘identity,’
that old, bigoted song.
Some must always be victims,
and others will oppress,
the groups A, B, C are awful,
but D, E, F are best.
I don’t care much for that,
but one thing is clear,
taking home Shanise tonight,
so wingman, hold my beer.
Others cry technology
is destined to stagnate,
that another dark age
we should anticipate.
They say we don’t innovate,
our minds are growing dim,
they rightly point out failures
enforced by government.
But I saw the private rocket fly,
brought me nearly to tears,
I’ll get to space so kindly
shut up, and hold my beer.
Many of the academics
say that the glories past
can never be equaled,
and teach post-modern trash.
Disregard for story-tellers
is their latest theme,
thinking to find greatness
with no plot or strong leads.
That’s what they’re resigned to,
there are no more Shakespeares,
the creative mind smirks and
says,”Buddy, hold my beer.”
Loud voices say religion
is unenlightened clap-trap,
then they cannot figure out
why more young men snap.
They say prayer is backwards,
a superstitious lie,
that is serves no purpose,
has outlived its time.
But the Big Man told me
to tell you loud and clear
that you should look to your soul,
and also, hold His beer.
All across this hard Earth
they say we are doomed,
our flaws are overwhelming,
the end if coming soon.
Trendy are the misanthropes,
be they green or ivory,
they celebrate failure,
rationalize misery.
Acting as if it’s all done,
there are no more frontiers,
but human will doesn’t quit,
step back, and hold my beer.
"CHILD LABOUR "
Please do me a favour ,
Ruin the acts of child labour;
Soft hands which have to take pencil,
You classify them under worker's council;
Let's pump the education in mind,
Train them to innovate ideas they need to find;
Everyone once go grocery shop,
Somewhere any kid working under official top;
Nourishment is the first step to proceed,
Working a child one should better retreat;
Don't make them the mode of money,
Young minds like bear, fetching knowledge as honey;
Working age men are completely in glut,
Child doing the same is simply absurd;
Bring a sweet smile on lovely face,
A smile which has an everlasting trace;
They also have dreams which aren't fake,
Let them transform into reality they make;
Outburst the perspicacity in every kid,
Child labour is a crucial issue one has to get rid;
Youths are the forerunners of the country,
We commit crime making them work in sultry;
Worse gets when any child is infected,
You get annoyed if productivity is affected;
We know how good our jurisdiction,
Corruption everywhere as bad addiction;
Shape a better future for the nation,
Make this disease result into termination;
Abuses coming from their heart's shore,
Convert this to blessing by changing course;
We can't earn respect on such huge cost,
Let's melt the ice which got frost;
It is an epidemic malfunction running everywhere,
Some of us making it chronic,be aware;
We are strong,we can't surrender,
Egregious error infront of us,it's ocular;
Why we are becoming phlegmatic?
Change we need,change should be drastic;
Wash every single pain from sweet hearts,
We have to stop this, we have to guard.