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Technology's necessity, without it we would die, it's
fascinating really how computers run our lives,
the tapping of the keyboard and the clicking of the
mouse, it's gotten so that folks don't even have to
leave the house.
The world's right at our fingertips and there's no way
around, the fact that all you need is just a debit card
account,
to pay for what you wish, your items may get freely
shipped, you may get really gipped but I aint really
sayin spit,
I'll change it up a bit, now ev'rybody lose your mind, I
don't mean goin crazy just expand it and refine,
imagine you're agoraphobic, scared to go outside,
computers then present a slight resemblance of a
life.
The script rotates with ease I flip it 45 degrees, you
got the shady ones out there that steal identities,
bring fam'lies to their knees, absconding quick with
50 Gs, a scam that's ran leaves both the check and
save stash hittin E.
They're also in the mobile phones, there're no more
phones at home, no cordless in the kitchen only
touch screen mobile tones,
that come with email, news and weather packaged
up in foam, remember when we knew our peoples'
numbers from the dome?
I stand up self admittedly absorbed in techno-lust,
it's fright'ning if you ponder, it could all end with a
touch,
of just a button, maybe 2, a maze of 82, Verizon's the
horizon so we're really praising who?
The media in print is by the wayside, take a look,
we'll move a cursor but won't flip the pages in a book,
on that aspect I'm old school up unitl I d-i-e, you'll
always find a paper or a hardback right by me.
The future's in the hands of those who strive to make
it more, than being slaves to microchips like
Terminator 4,
there will be no salvation when the Ipads mess us
up, Steve Jobs is worshipped more than God,
beware of techno-lust.
They are crying always, unhappy with the situation.......with where they are...with what they
are doing,
complaining and whining about the world....
waiting for a fairy godmother to make a change.....to take the responsibility...to undo the
wrong deed
to clean their self created mess.....also take the credit for the entire ordeal.
No one wishes to be corrected.....and no one cares....
nothing makes an impact anymore....nothing left to talk anymore....nothing useful anymore,
all is left is ignorance and aggression to hurt and make fun.
“They are partial..unfair...biased and are the cause of this miserable phase which again is
prolonged by them”,
that's all i hear and say......i don't exclude myself...i am that person too....there is a name
for it....human nature.
Chief says they are abandoning me because of you...you are one sided...imperfect,
but i say, hey chief.... are you perfect? ...are you just? ...and have you seen the mirror? ,
i get no answer... am not loud enough..... may be no answer is enough.
It's funny how people always fail to see flaws in them......heights of ignorance...it certainly is
a bliss.
They give speeches on bringing a change.....and pretend....and pretend.....and pretend.....to
think...with no realization of fooling themselves.
The world's just living with no giving..........you may be writing but is someone reading?
Have we lost something which was never there...or may be we like to remain blind!
no place for thought....no place for the heart.
I see curiosity....dismay....disheartenment.....agitation.....disturbance.....apprehension...and
everything seems to be an illusion.
It's all around me....it's in me......it's everywhere i go...in everyone i meet,
no one questions........no one dares,
show me someone......who cares!
What is that we seek for,
Is it religion in humanity that we aid for?
Truth and Sanity have been granted for
Yet heaven is what we yell for
Ye knew that human is a complex,
That’s why no one knows some of its darkest secrets
Million Killed and now You talk about Religion?
When the least you could have done is the be more human.
It has become a universal shame
When we now don’t know whom to blame
When it all is just a game
When we realize , its insane
Its all going to be over and flow down the drain
People yelled for help, they seeked Him
They cried for Him , they assured with money
But does funds suffice, Thee?
While truth may seem bitter to a few, for some,
Funds are as sweet as Honey
Alas ! It is true, they both coexist,
A future being built blindly, in which
We must exist
It seems ridiculous watching how one can be so sure
Oh, I almost forgot, Religion has no cure.
Humanity is so sure
That Religion will never , end the WAR
Walking along a temple, a mosque or a church,
I hear peace, feel faith, and understand Life
Yet I feel afraid, that in vain if my emotions over exceed
I may regret myself of doing an evil deed.
What is evil? What is good,
I am unsure, not knowing what I should,
If too much of good can be bad
Why not too much of bad be good?
Will I ever realize what I would?
It is an unexpressed feeling
Where sky does not determine the height of Thy Ceiling
Faith provked cannot be harmonious
Whilst we yet live in a society that is hilarious
Fraid that I cannot talk to Thee,
Yet all I ask “Is your mind set to be free” ?
If we can pray to the sun and lie under a gun,
All I ask is WE to be ONE
---You can purchase my book of Poems "Temet Nosce"------Where you will find the rest of my
poems--
--- Mustafah Mun
Far as the Politics and this is my voice
Medical Marijuana is the right choice
Even though that road is no longer for me
It serves a purpose and that’s clear to see
Convicts are growers as it thins out the pen
Offering the players a game they can win
It’s true; home invasions may be on the rise
As smoke from the pot fills up our skies
Children of growers will grow up and use
Trying hard to fill up their parent’s shoes
We work, pay taxes, they rake in the cash
Everybody’s looking for some kind of stash
My stash is my daughter she is also my pride
From her there are no actions I would ever hide
There are two little feet that are following me
Eyes as beautiful and innocent as two eyes can be
Those eyes look at me like I’m Robert De Niro
I’m not just her daddy I’m that little girls hero
Because, I made the changes a man makes in life
I made them for my children and also my wife
I’m at the top of my class and like it or not
I wouldn’t be here, sitting around smoking pot
The Lord is my Shepherd my wife is my friend
Each lets me know there are rules I can’t bend
I talked it over with the Lord and my wife
Everything bad comes with that way life
We no longer choose to wear addicts shoes
But you be our guest go right ahead and use
I bear no animosity I will hold no grudge
I may be a Christian but I am no Judge
Aside from all the Politics this is my voice
I know growing pot is not the right choice
Medical Marijuana is an issue that I have
friends on each side of the table. I think
each side has many valid points. i think
it's an issue that will never be resolved
because the two sides see things very
differently. I have far to much to live
for to sit around high. But then again,
who am I to judge.
did you know that the first food & drink ever consumed on the moon was
the “communal wafer” & the prospective wine that goes with it?
did you know that buzz aldrin actually asked
NASA
control
if he could have a moment’s silence in order to take his
prepared “communion wafer & wine” before neil armstrong made his
first step out onto the surface of the moon?
please, take a moment,
all rational individuals in the room,
to have a seat---
for the stupidity may overwhelm even the strongest amongst us,
sending us hurling
into the walls,
head first.
let us offer up that
this was not
“one small step for man &
one giant leap for mankind,”
but rather one small step for one man
in a sequence of narrow-minded
itty-bitty steps,
which offered nothing but the assurance to him that
he was closer to the fictional creation
conjured up by delusional men in a desert
thousands of years ago
with nothing but time on their hands
and the sheer cockiness to assert
a way of life for
the rest of humanity
on the basis of one
poorly-written
book
which was edited & re-edited a million times over
to suit whatever maniac
acted as if this fictional character was behind themselves
100%
at any given time in history.
had buzz been a non-believer in anything but the
progress of humanity & the amazing
possibilities that came with such positive hopes for
our own betterment in the
NOW---
without tying all of his dreams to ulterior motive
through obligation to a book &
a cult of murderous, self-righteous, psychotics,
then perhaps our first steps might not have been
tainted
by the same disease that presently continues to
plague our species &
stand in the way of any real future
which we may have.
From my tail bone’s tip to the top of my head,
Rainbow hued wheels are spinning,
Emitting bright colors, letting energy in.
Converting it; returning to the aura to be used again.
The Root Chakra is red, at the base of the spine.
It controls my passion and I think it's sublime.
The Sacral Chakra is orange, two inches below the naval.
It controls emotions, and procreation while I'm able.
The Solar Plexus Chakra is yellow, just under the ribcage.
It controls feelings and the intellect, in which I engage.
The Heart Chakra is green, in the center of the chest.
It controls healing and love and is the one I like best.
The Throat Chakra is blue, at the throat’s hollow.
It controls devotion and relating, I try to follow.
The Brow Chakra is indigo, at forehead, and is the third eye.
It controls spiritual insight, and the psychic world I must try.
The Crown Chakra is violet and white, at the top of the head.
It controls spiritual enlightenment, I may not know till I'm dead.
All of these Chakra colors make a person complete.
They’ll help you recognize your soul mate when you meet.
Your Chakras will spin until the day that you die.
Making your aura hues glow, on this you may rely.
*Note: I have been an Aura Photographer since I trained and bought my aura camera
in 1997. It is a very accurate way to measure the body's physical, mental, emotional
and spiritual well being. I use it in conjunction with my reiki (touch healing).
Chakra Etymology: Sanskrit cakra, literally, means wheel — more at wheel
Date: 1888
: any of several points of physical or spiritual energy in the human body according to
yoga philosophy
Form:
Just keep always your Hopes alive
What ever may be the density of darkness?
Only a candle can create light.
What ever rough and tough may be the path,
You are walking or you have to follow,
Even without a lamp or Light,
Or a companion near or anywhere insight,
And you are walking on your way, Alone,
All alone, without anyone,
To support, to strengthen and
To console you in your plight,
When you are in despair and too sad,
And may be you are too old to bear,
The burden of your body and your heart,
And tears are rolling from your eyes,
And no one to ask,
why you are weeping and why are you sad?
And no one to care,
If you are tired and even bleeding,
While crossing the sands of time,
When still you have to cross,
Rivers, Plains and many ups and down of Life.
If such is the density of darkness,
All around you in your life?
Keep only the torch of Hopes,
Always alive.
Remember, you may not see that light,
If you want to feel it from open eyes,
But you will be illuminated very soon,
Some where deep inside,
Have trust
God will fill your soul,
With the eternal Joy and Happiness,
Spreading your own light,
All around you and
Removing all the darkness of your Life,
And the darkness of your Path.
You may not know how it happens?
But it happens always,
When you keep your Hopes alive,
Amid the darkness of Life.
What ever may be the density of darkness?
Just keep always your Hopes alive.
Ravindra
Kanpur India August 18, 2010
* Simile. For Deborah Guzzi's Contest 'Jewels of the Crown'
A COFFER OR A COFFIN
“Rage on,” my friend said unto me
“Guard what’s yours with urgency
For walls can be scaled by scoundrels and enter your domain
So keep a steady eye on what treasures you were blessed to own
Small trinkets of gold or a large diamond ring
never allow a stranger to lodge with you nor accept what he may bring
Lest your coffer be missing when sister sun shines in a criminal’s eyes
“Be wise and wizened by wisdom wrought of rightful indignation
And let no man diminish you nor cause ye somewhere to hide
Hide not the fact for every man to know where you can be found
with armaments for destruction, devastation and all out war be yours
Allow the will of your castle never to be denied
As you hide not the pride you feel inside
And grow greater from all the grief
Stand stagnant ready to be relegated to belief
The fact that no man is unable to protect himself
if be he armed with confidence
The necessary weapons that will bring his enemies down
And the conviction nurtured by his eyes
With a countenance of strength
For you were birthed, born, made, created, and molded by the steady hand of our
overlord of this universe
So suffer no man’s ill will nor any fruitless curse
And as unfolds your destiny which was decided long ago
No matter what the masses may say
I say rage on my friend
Because to you I might seem very kind
But turn your back on even my shadow
and I’ll rob your f*****g castle blind
(2011.….Poefree
bearing down as the heaviest weight imaginable
it doesn’t look good in the mirror
it doesn’t do your taxes for you
it doesn’t read you bedtime stories when you can’t sleep
it doesn’t provide comfort when you have nothing but fear
it doesn’t allow you to rest when you have worked so hard
it doesn’t give you a gold star for being a good girl scout
it doesn’t do a thing
but draw down your skin
& make each step harder
each step a possible stumble
a possible snapped bone
or gash in your kneecap
which may heal when you are young &
you may jump right back up---
but as the years take their toll,
it may become more difficult to bounce right back
like that inflatable clown you used to punch
when you were just a
kid---
but the thing is,
that’s really all you have---
just like the clown,
you have a thin skin of bright colors and a smile that will wrinkle
when the air inside is let out---
so you keep that smile wide
and those eyes peering
bouncing back and forth with every punch
coming right back to as close to a stable balance that you can
until the next fist comes---
we are all engaged in that spiteful rock against the
wind---
time,
throwing fists at us, and more than not,
connecting---
but we keep bouncing
with that creepy smile on our face,
caked on makeup &
bright fire orange hair
until that moment when
lady gaga
sues us for
copyright infringement.
He served with valor in the World War Two and Korean wars,
Earning The Combat Infantryman Badge for storming foreign shores.
Now that his grandson had volunteered to serve his nation,
The old soldier shared with the lad some useful information.
"Son, I'm so proud that you're carrying on the family tradition.
I have some words of advice that might help with your transition.
When you raise your right hand, take seriously that obligation.
There is no more noble cause than serving this great nation!"
"Though your sergeants may seem mean and are apt to harass,
Pay attention to their guidance, don't give them any sass!
The discipline they will instill may someday save your life,
Should, God forbid, you find yourself in some terrible strife."
"Shine your boots, square that cap, wear the uniform with pride.
Remember those you've sworn to serve, let that be your guide.
Salute the flag and officers smartly, you'll grow in self-esteem.
If others despair, urge them on, you'll be leader of the team!"
"Learn all you can and serve others with selfless devotion,
And you'll soon be selected for a well-deserved promotion.
When you face tough times, always look to the One who cares."
He proudly embraced the lad saying, "You'll be in my prayers!"
Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired (© All Rights Reserved)