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Note.....this is not autobiographical., PR hardly me!
I am so livid with jealousy, I hide behind a mask of humanism.
I make 75',000 dollars a year, but see myself as poor.
I grew up in America but was taught Communism to hate the rich
and love the poor and I think I am right!
I don't like people who make more money than I do, I see to it they are destroyed and defamed.
I think God said to hate the rich, so if a poor man robs me, it is OK.
I despise my employer or any company as they make more than I.
I am green with envy. I love money very much, so why isn't all of it
mine?
Why doesn't the government do more for poor little old me?
January 28, 2020
3PM. PST
Some say that some gains are not worth the risk,
and that their pursuit causes far too much pain.
They say that some things are better left the same.
They say that if it's not broken, don't fix it or make a change.
Sameness is boring and robs us of creativity.
In a quest demanding liquids not to stay,
ROOF-TOPS of buildings were mostly SLANTED.
Rain, sleet, snow, and ice had to fall to the ground.
Moreover, the interiors of facilities are not fond of sameness.
Living Rooms now have a twin sister known as THE GREAT ROOM.
The elevation, more windows, and OPEN CEILINGS let the sunshine in.
FLATNESS is out, recessed ceilings are in, and the changes look terrific.
There was a time when car makers were far more concerned with mobility.
Energy was cheap and combustion engines had no concern about the wind.
Aerodynamics were yet to be utilized in land travel, and the CARS were BOXY.
OVAL corners and slightly CURBED bodies in vehicles became the SHAPE of things to come.
050922PS
DEPRESSION
Depression is like a hole in the ground
that sucks you in a different ground,
where it's dark, no matter what time of day
and you're alone, night and day, to stay.
It invades and ravages your mind.
It distorts your thoughts
and disrupts your way of thinking.
It numbs your senses and feelings.
You have no idea how depression
steals your joy, your control, your soul
and how it robs your well-being,
for you become empty, helpless
and start questioning your being.
You are there physically;
however, you are not really there totally.
You look at the well-meaning people around you;
but you feel they are not really there for you,
for they have no idea, no clue
of what you are going through.
For some, they are able to get better overtime,
as time heals, and are able to cope again.
For some, depression turns into addiction,
as they get addicted to the medication.
For some, they choose the path that is deadly,
as for them, there is no love, no emotional support, no money,
no pills or medication, no rehab or therapy
would cure the overwhelming melancholy.
Nothing will make it wholesome again,
nothing will let them see the light again
for all they feel is the sadness and all they see is the darkness
and they are stripped of hope and take their own lives.
The world today
Every thing at our fingertips
A meme factory
Consuming everything
And feeding everyone
A rapid endless stream
Satisfies the insatiable
For the briefest instant
But robs us all
Of lifetimes
Of discovery
And so we are initiated
Taken out of our mind
Into another
Stages of the path
Snakes and ladders
Life hacks
And buried treasure
Whatever it is that holds
Generates
And shares the meme
The light within
A hall of mirrors
Knows no bounds
And needs no introduction
And still the child discovers
Their way
Turning fear into familiarity
Confusion to wisdom
And the simple joy of following
A path
Older than time
(9/8/24)
The energy from the sun makes me drunk
The energy from the sun is laced with white rum
It’s like grapes running on the vine filling the distillery
with several barrel of wine and choking the pipes.
The energy from the sun makes me drunk
It weakens my legs, robs me of my sleep
and purge the sweat out of me,
leaving my body soaking wet
while I am gasping for breath
The space inside is warm and
temperature around me is mounting
up to the skies
and the fire ball is rolling its eyes.
I am struggling to get things done
For the energy from the sun is
Is pulling weapons and guns
It is extracting the substance from me
and scattering it all over the sea.
The earth is overwhelmed and the
galaxy is running out of time
for the sun and the moon to come in line
the pressure in the earth cannot bear
the universe weight, and so it affixes itself to man
to foster the burden of the land.
I woke up this morning and a strange energy
was moving around the town and something divine was
keeping me alive, it is a strange force that I have
never felt before and it keeps moving from shore to shore.
When it will end, I cannot tell but
Something must be done
or you will all melt in the sun.
The burning bush you can see
but you cannot empty the ocean or the sea
where there is smoke there is fire and
the sacrifice is waiting at the altar.
The energy from the sun is warm
The energy from the sun hits you before dawn
The submarine is at the bottom of the sea
And a two-thousand-pound bomb is waiting for thee.
It’s going to be piercing hot,
you have got to empty the parking lot
the energy from the sun is stroking the ground
the energy from the sun is moving around.
jan2012
(Resolutions is a series of 6 poems . These are a tribute to Mr.Abhay Keni a technocrat, genius, philosopher and guide...above all a humble human being. All 6 volumes are a tribute to his simplicity and his way of life.)
This brand new year,
A voice inside me keeps whispering without any fear,
“You need to mend yourself now and here”
So please listen to me your inner voice and to transgress the path ahead be aptly clear.
Live such that the fear of death does not enter your heart,
Do deeds such that dear ones and friends from you never do part.
Live such that in the name of religion you hurt no one,
Respects other’s and demand yours be respected by everyone.
Live such as to love your life and perfect your life,
And always make attempts to beautify as many things as possible in this life.
Live such as to make your life long,
In the service of humanity, and also to correct many wrongs.
Live such so as to give a word or a salute when meeting a friend with grace,
Or passing a stranger in a lonely place.
Live such as to be able to respect everyone,
And try to grovel at none.
Live such as to arise at morn ,
To be able to give thanks for the joys of life, food ,health and for a human to be born.
Live such so as to abuse no one ,as it turns a wise into a fool
And robs the spirit of it’s vision and that really cruel.
Live such that when the time comes to die,
Don’t be like the people with hearts of fear and cry
But the one who will sing their own death songs,
And in them will give a message to all as to how in their life their joys prolong.
Being faithful to the biggest lies,
spoiled by delusions and corrupted ties.
Shallow shared psychosis belief,
highly specialist identity thief.
Psychiatric syndrome media charm,
everybody has to have it with no harm.
Puppeteers providing the mediocre script,
rewarding richly those who become the perfect fit.
Maintaining depressing news to fit he bill,
keeping suspiciousness as highlights frill.
Paranoia or grandiose delusion,
issues of inferior intrusion.
Never been thought to think independent,
always needing a superintendent.
Democratic values without sense,
then all of them cannot be so dense.
Symbolized images by false statistic,
corrupted marketing to be disruptive.
Worshipping famous pretenses values,
resignation by deeds greatest news.
Implanted mentality for a title,
fear controlled genocidal.
Ignorance the only evil that exist,
the power in charge for the better insist.
Deluded facts in command,
deceived in youth conscious disband.
The act has been defined,
doubting is the criminal intent.
Those whom their individuality fails,
seek refuge in community bails.
The manipulated guilty conscience,
robs the will of power audacious.
One virtue can stand against a thousand vices,
not needing any hypertension phrases.
Another night of frayed nerves like an unraveled thread
Sleep eludes me once more as I fidget on wrinkled sheets
I'm annoyed at the pensive thoughts roving in my head
as I hear the increasing rhythm echoing in my heartbeats
The candle flame is still burning with a soft golden glow
If only my eyes would close that I might sleep until dawn,
I would rise and welcome the warmth of sunlight's flow,
open shuttered windows where drapes are tightly drawn
Somehow, I must navigate through each turbulent night
and find a threshold to cross where I can find some peace.
Even shadows are asleep beyond the flickering candlelight
Would that I could find tranquility in that kind of release.
It continues in these times of quiet hours of early morn
when with sleep deprived eyes, I pick up my pen and write
rhyming verse after verse in which I chastise and I scorn
my infernal, internal nemesis that robs me of sleep at night
You’re starving and craving a pizza. The topping you want is ground beef.
But they've only got what you hate: pepperoni! Good grief!
You cannot agree with your newest friend’s crazy belief.
She screams at you, causing a big scene in public: Good grief!
You went on a cruise. Now your group’s at a popular reef.
Under water, you’re diving. The boat leaves without you! Good grief!
You have to go meet with your workplace department’s new chief.
Then you find out the guy is the neighbor that hates you. Good grief.
You’re told that the wait for your doctor is sure to be brief.
At last it’s your turn, but he’s called out for surgery. Good grief!
There’s only one pill on the market that gives you relief.
It’s the one your insurance won’t cover at all. Good grief!
There’s trouble a plenty that robs you of time like a thief.
However, be glad if the worst that you get is GOOD grief!
The hegemony of height
gets too much.
The city robs me of the horizon
and hides it behind towering
cathedrals of concrete and glass.
Even trees conspire to fill
the gaps and extend their
leafy reach to obscure the sky.
I long for uninterrupted distance,
horizontal vistas of the open sea
and the flat, unfenced expanses
of the inland with its views
to infinity. Something in me
seeks wide spaces, craves
room to breathe, imagines
sparse outback plains punctuated
only by the height
of dust devils wandering
the vastness that stretches there,
lifting up the silence
in spiralling columns of prayer.