You know, life is different, we can’t feel the same hope
Because of the will and ego. And the fate. And the knowing
Bad knowing. Far. From God. From life. Love just the God
I hate the primitivism. I don’t want enlightened psychology
I want God’s principles
God created the world
Not psychologists
God created the world
No psychology
Only words of God
God
Lord
God
Ruler
No psychology!
Just love
Love of God!
No psychology!
No poison!
Just Health
Creation
“Psychology is crime”, noted Satan
“Yes, because it deletes God’s will.”
I said
“Yes. Psychology doesn’t respect my principles."
Said God
“Because psychology accepts the ungodly lives.”
Answewred Satan
Psychology is not life
“Business.” Said Satan
Money,
plus than paper
with images,
a symbol...
further than vile metal,
a gesture...
even demonized
a blessing... !
Further than a villain,
a miracle... !
sensitive further
than primitivism
Sweeter and smooth
than pettiness...
Charitable,
as a meritorious...
Humanist,
as a donor...
It is the summary
of all actions
dynamics,
efficient artifice
of motricity...
is altruistic when
avoid barbarism
of the dispute of
man for food...
It's an enjoyable benefit
to all available...
The selfishness of men and that
do it
scarce....fickle...!
We were closeted
Me and my old friend
A skeleton.
He was scared of
Primitivism.
I told him to switch over
To other genre
Like children's metabolism.
He frowned and went back
To my cupboard.
Problem of choice
Very irksome for him
And my family too
Sharing the same house.
And top of it all
He snores.
My neighbors do not know
The secret.
Our damaging secret.
The bones are made of straw.
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It insults the-
primitivism. Hypothermia, you
become cold-blooded.
*
Fractured limbs.
How will you climb the
mound of questions ?
*
Gray night.
Between black and white
the ashen moon.
Satish Verma
It was not dark
in a killing field.
A primitivism has prevailed
upon an intimate hate crime
for brand mnemonics.
A bronzed moon
will come out tonight.
The glances were missing
and you -
cannot see properly.
The blue bird
was nesting in a pink cloud,
when you were -,
less than half. Killed
but not raped.
Who rattles the montage ?
Let the etiolation speak.
Blood was scarped off,
but the ornamental stealing
goes on.
Satish Verma
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