So what's the difference between taking things personally vs impersonally?
Or should one just stay at the center in between the two.
As one elicit a personal reaction in the form of emotions.
Whereas the other is impartial to all but love in the form of responses.
Then love is not your run of the mill emotion but the only crown jewel.
As the other has to traverse across the sea of all emotions to get back to love.
Therefore further the separation from love deeper the negative emotion.
Try plotting all emotions on the vertical and time on the horizontal
Then moving across the axes at the center you will find your treasure, your ZPM.
After-all an almost depleted ZPM made atlantis rise.
Imagine the power a fully loaded one.
Whether you sit on the control chair or not.
Such is the relation with karma and its better to remember to just do your duty without emotions.
For this produces the most pure fruit true to seed (intention).
I heard you are not allowed to turn on the light.
Yet you try to cover it up with tape to shun it form me.
Follow the narrow path set by 613.
Yet I have toiled exactly 11 years of my life in that area code.
Now knowing that my Mars line was going through there.
You wear a wig to look pretty.
Yet if I were to squint you look exactly the same to me.
So tell me why did creation create such thing in the first place?
Creation begets creation.
So just slap me with a copyright claim and keep copying your forefathers.
For you use said creation to create more falsities.
You wear two spirals like dead logs around your head.
Shall I just count them both as my shiny pillars and name them B and J.
After all y'all just flowers that I shower my water on.
Carrying great smells for my dog.
Yes you can say it backwards and can call it god.
Without the circumference of the ozone layer there can be no life on earth.
So why keep depleting it with CFCs?
One thing I will take kosher is this grain of salt.
When Hope is HP then Faith is Mana.
During the character selection phase you face your Prakriti.
While doing the main quest affects your Vikruti
Then how do you balance it to perfection?
Other than finding the little treasures that lying lores lay low in said Side-quests.
Kampai to all the hard Side-questing.
Whether its reading Manga or watching Hentai .
But blocking the path/pass is not a typical monster but lack of tools or insight missing from the scrolls.
In that case what kind of character am I ?
Mary was a virgin yet she gave rise to manifest the son of good.
Creation from all energies into something physical.
Like the god/gold particle in the higgs field
Creation attracting multiple observations.
Was it desire or act of sure(focused) will.
Then humans would have never understood their true potential.
Like the laziest get it done in one two three days.
Cheers to christ (son of god)
Now Know Noor Nor Knot Not.
As they say, Socialism is great
Until you run out of other people’s money.
It’s the economic model
Of small children, happily oblivious
Where all the good things in life come from.
Meanwhile their parents toil all day long,
That is if they work at all,
Knowing exactly where the good things
Come from; them, but gladly
To support the good the children bring.
Socialists on the other hand think
It’s the government’s job to give US all
Whatever we need to live a dignified life,
Disregarding for the moment
We lose our dignity when we accept handouts.
But if we’re going to have magical thinking
Then let’s go big
And imagine our dignity has nothing to do
With how we live, the decisions we make
And who we take from.
This is the Age of Abundance after all
The age of having our cake and eating it too,
Again and again without depletion.
But where does all this goodness come from
If not others, the responsible parents in the room.
(10/5/26)
The voices aren't the same,
Yet measured on the same scale.
Some voices are velvety,
while others are dense.
Yet room was the source,
For storm to spawn.
Neither granted nor withheld,
Only the marks we wear.
It kept the voice in.
Once the voice is circled,
The heart’s eye becomes chained,
Refusing to speak.
Once the asymmetry knocks,
The voice already locked.
Some are sheltered,
Some are discarded,
Some are nurtured,
Some are afflicted,
Yet none can snap its chain.
The bound eye sees,
Only what was molded.
Some to be fearless;
Yet heart vulnerable.
Some to be weak;
Yet hold the strength.
The room,
Voice chased,
Was already fettered by the labels.
Expectancy blooming
For the joy to behold
The journey of women
From the young to the old
Learning in sequence and
Repeating in rhyme
The life of a woman
Is a tale old as time
To nurture and grow
A new generation
To weather and sow
Controlled irrigation
To mend and repair
All that, that is broken
To learn and to teach
All that, that is spoken
From a household of chores
She can surely break free
As long as her follies
Are completed by tea
She can go out to work
And earn a small wage
Maintaining appearance
For life on a stage
She must build a career
Whilst bearing a child
Securing a homestead
Adventure the wild
Develop the future
And learn from the past
The dreams of a woman
Are not meant to last
You can have what you want
But it comes at a price
You must wear many hats
Thats my only advice
You cannot rely on
Your looks and beguile
You'll lose all your fashion
And go out of style
Prepare for conversion
The need to divert
From a wilting wallflower
To an outrageous flirt
A counselling voice
With a sense of direction
Demanding the charge of
Much introspection
(Naani).
Rat race compete!
Abstract clocks we beat,
Measured by humanity vanishing.
You're old, Father Time.....
Everywhere you turn an opportunity
To rise and shine
But with every rise the potential to fall
And so with such abundance
And opportunity at our fingertips
We have become a nation of fearful
Nervous Nellies
Under a sky perpetually falling
Health, wealth, friends, family, environment
Each rich and just waiting to be mined
For all that can go wrong
Don’t even think of leaving the safety
Of your secure little nest
With its confirmation biases
And tunnel visions
A wild world awaits
Ready, willing and able
To eat you whole
Better to just stay inside
In the confines of your own safe space
And consume as much fear-p*rn
As you possibly can
It is your only hope, your only chance
To keep the wolves at bay.
And for your children?
Well, if you’ve been foolish enough
To take that route
And so take the tumble
Down that rabbit hole,
Don’t let them out of your sight,
Keep them plugged in and tuned out
And everything will be alright.
(10/2/30)
In darkness
The mosquito sucks
Blood from a person
In deep sleep;
Its stomach swells
With crimson blood.
After that,intoxicated,
It rises in a wavering flight
To lay eggs
After some days
In still waters,
And in the environment
Foul and dim.
destruction and emptiness
linger on our venomous will .
scripted rioting with taunting
is meritless
(Weekly Magnetic Poetry Challenge • September 28–October 4, 2026)
It’s the full moon of our times
they’re awake and stir
the malcontents whine
the schemers slither
the conspirators whisper
the agitators rattle
the instigators coil
the hellions hiss
the hooligans hunt
the miscreants threaten
the scoundrels spit
the reprobates crawl
the thugs strike
the doomsayers gather
the hellraisers have united intent on mayhem
they’ll have their fun and think they’ve taken over
but the time is here for sanity and reason to reappear
AP: Honorable Mention 2026
Yeah, yeah - it was me, not you,
but I still blame you.
I toiled until my elbows gave way.
I toiled for myself?
and you benefited from all I gave.
You only saw another drone.
I shouldn’t have been surprised?
that the corporate mentality kicked in.
Here where dollars reign.
Demoted to self-service checkout,
I carved a new little kingdom?
where I let thieves get away.?
Mess with me, I’ll mess with you.?
I’ll never go back, never see your face again.?
Content that you’re just someone else’s drone.
The old man is searching
for forgiveness of his soul
Deserted by his family
and left out in the cold
Finds himself upon the footpaths
raids the "wheelies" for a feed
Society lacks compassion
not much help for those in need
This man like many others
residing on the street
Dressed in rags and tatters
wraps newspapers around his feet
Some nights he's feeling lucky
finds a vacant bench to sleep
A harsh unforgiving society
what we sow is what we reap
Our inheritance become stranger to us
The throne of our fathers birth the bastard king
Our palace rose against its people and its environs
Ripping us into pieces, breaking our flesh as the price to our right and inheritance
Grinning at our pain and discomfort, feasting on our flesh and blood in our land
The land that belongs to us.
The land will never forget the taste of our sweat and blood
The land will not recover from the taste of our heroes' flesh
Sons and daughters are trapped in the cage craving for bread and wine but our tears and blood become the price and the currency
It's not negotiable.
We were taunted
We were massacred
We were stabbed
We were oppressed
We were bullied and cheated
Now we're taunted
We're undefeatable, unstoppable, unbreakable in our land
Though our flesh is broken and our blood was shed but our bones and veins are risen to take possession of our archaic palace and our fathers' throne
The labour of our heroes' past has risen
It's the beginning of our journey.
The beginning is begun
We began with the journey.
We will never die again
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