I disrespect you if I blame you,
Without giving you feedback,
That gives you the missing piece of the puzzle.
I disrespect you when I expect you to know everything,
When I miss the opportunity you gave me to share,
my thoughts and I remained silent.
How can I blame you for my silence,
And unfounded assumptions.
I may still disagree but if you acted on limited information?
And did not break the law?
Should you carry all the blame?
There once was a thinker who mused
On how Reason’s often abused
Without God as The Grounded
Human logic is unfounded
And the meaning of thought is confused
There once were minds full of doubt
Who wondered what Reason’s about
But try as they might
Without faith there’s no sight
For The Source is what Reason can tout
There once was a thinker so wise
Who pondered the truth and the lies
He said, "Reason's foundation
Needs more than sensation
It starts in the Creator’s Mind.”
So to Mr. Solipsist
Just because you insist
Doesn’t mean you have won the case
“argumentum ad passiones” starts to erase
The founding of your gist
In this struggle there is no détente
It will always leave one in want
You might say I still reason
But you can’t give a reason
It is the Lord Who has laid down the bunt
When an apex predator behaves unnaturally
The balance of power becomes upsetting
The scale is not just immeasurable
It's behaving dysfunctionally
Reason is cast aside
When sides are paramount
Differences mounting to the sky
Becoming mountainous, unassailable
Forgetting we rose from the ooze
We didn't choose what was discarded
But it was nature made that choice for us
And not something lightly regarded
The borders crossed were nature's own
And no one owned what was provided
No one claimed as theirs alone
What only nature has decided
What's unbecoming to presume
Has become our nature to resume
Some think that challenging is treason
And choosing sides is tantamount to reason
Ignoring what has led us here
In willful ignorance compounded
Compounding what leads only to fear
And thoughts of our ascent unfounded
Who believes in hearsay
Only a fool
Unless it comes from the horse's mouth
Hearsay can be a vicious tool
One repeats it to another
Then they repeat it too
The gossip is embellished
Until none of it is true
A person should say nothing
Until the positive truth is shown.
Hearsay is only hearsay
Until the real facts are known
Some people do not like the facts
They prefer the fiction
Scraps of unfounded information
To add to their addiction
They like to spread gossip
Misinforming most who read
The daily paper
To get a hearsay feed.
Atheism is verklempt
At its presuppositional attempt
There is this paradox
Which Christianity unlocks
Atheism in unfounded
Relying on Christianity being grounded
Saying it’s atheism we presuppose
But saying it’s so, doesn’t make it so
A pugilistic beating of all that’s airy
Proves our view to the contrary
There is no atheistic foundation
It is futile trepidation
Epilogue
I know you don't want to hear it
Christianity is not proven by "school spirit"
And for your lack of want
Consult the method of Immanuel Kant
Euphoria
Glimpses captured the stigma of delights
through the smiles, hidden and hide behind
the curtains of eyes, the theatre of rounded life
In a blink, for a click, as a flick—unheard, undefined
fastasy—through the locked lips, and fiery hives
to the might, unstoppable, and unattained height
Often where the lashes whispered love dynamics
all through the depth, over the sand steps into
a dazzle that armed around, the thick and flick
Joyous the meaning where heart swiftly slides
to the predilection where it belonged for epochs
Yet, the source is unfounded, found it where it least revealed
Can be sensed through the sights, thou, and Yo
a gesture only for a certain leeway to the windowsill
of heart, as a magnetic field melodized speaklessly
More often startled, it traversed through all seasons
through the velvety mountains of remembrances
till the avenues of glances, where mi fingers fueled.
Unique undercurrents oust urban youth;
undulating surge unease surfing group,
accentuates; surroundings' virtue mute;
luck runs out, understanding, wouldn't recoup;
Cut up undisturbed, unlikely hurtful,
because: numerous arguments, pursued,
genuine ulterior grounds, doubtful;
thus, thoughts ultimately tuned attitude;
Quietude ruptures universal truce,
thus, unloosened corrupt accusation,
sought purely understandable sourced ruse,
though unfounded, but: subject's foundation,
Vague; uncertain prejudice, departure,
adequately neutralizes culture.
Not for nothing am I something.
My alter-ego absent-mindedly swats a fly
from the tip of its nose.
The hard stool I am sat upon squirms,
if it had one more leg it might have left the room.
Take you for instance, your unfounded faith
in reality,
it's always changing,
your life is a changing room,
your clothes never fit, and your choice of hats
attracts the attention of interdimensional aliens,
who, as we all know,
are always looking to nest somewhere.
I think the chair needs to take a dump, it's straining
under my weight, and my alternative persona
is now sneezing uncontrollably.
I bolt for the door, chasing after my soul,
which suddenly has decided to take a vacation
far away from my
hard to explain, presence.
"Reality shall not be infringed". I yell.
A saggy skin is turning gray -
fingers, long and thin,
hang below my ankles in disarray.
I should like to try more time-travel
but shockingly,
I think this is the end of the line.
Ophid air of misconception
Polarizing those of superstition
Hideous to some and
Indescribably beautiful to many
Devoid of human soul
Involved in man’s downfall
Only to be cursed as
Pretense of innocence
Holding unfounded fear
Of snakes who serve
Behind our sight with
Intense appearance and
Always omnipresent
The feeling of fragility is precious,
But it demands emotional mortality.
A longing for something so distant,
Emotions unfounded and absent.
Hold me and I may break.
Kiss me and I may die.
1. Victimisation or Oppression
2. Selfishness/Greed
3. Discrimination
4.Dishonesty/Lies/Bull/Hypocrisy
5.Pompousness/Arrogance/Too much unnecessary excessive Hubris
6.Jealousy/Envy
7. Spite
8. Excess Meticulousness
9.Overeating and gluttonousness in terms of craving for wealth or money
10. Disloyalty/Betrayal including Disloyalty to One's Core Values.
11. Cultural Degradation and Neglect.
12.Ultra Perfectionism.
13.Anyone who claims he or she does not like Music or Poetry.
14.Anyone with an unfounded disdain or hate for his/her fellowman or fellow person.
15. Despair & Pessimism.
16. Calling a spade a leaf.
17.Those who are prone to promoting or advocating violence in any shape or form.
Congregation
Dr Ranjit Dutta
Solidly frozen
At times sometimes
Pains wake up
Within the cages
Of my ribs
To play a game
A game of hide and seek,
Again sometimes
With the first rain of springs
Flora and fauna
Gets a new lease
A lease of life,
And when
The blooming fireflies
Silently give a solemn kiss
It's then
That the sad nerve
Shivers to feel,
Trysts of vast mind
Feels every moment
Unfounded darkness
But it's there
A confluence of happiness and sorrow
Eternal congregation .
There are no silver bullets,
Nor shortcuts,
No do-overs,
Or unfounded empathy,
There is only enlightenment,
To determine, one’s legacy
I am fine.
Dismiss the rumors that proclaim
I am falling apart.
Please know,
unfounded, are these assertions.
I shout my echoed joy;
To demonstrate that I am,
well.
I am not
pleading for help.
Hear me now,
regard it as untrue.
This glowing smile I wear–
the reality.
It is not
but a mere facade.
I tell you–
I am fine.
(now read bottom-up)
It's not so easy to miss someone
you have loved or cared about:
I have loved you in ways
that can't be described;
I have held you in times
that are sad to keep in mind:
but dreams are no longer bright,
they are dark, not divine!
It's not easy to miss someone,
and pretend there never was anything
that made us happy beyond meaning;
It's not easy to miss someone
that was a light in this existence,
now so empty without her presence!
I barely hang on hope,
all confidence is gone;
you're in somebody's arms...
what can make me feel fine?
I refuse to move on and forget
that what we had was so perfect!
I even struggle to cope
with my hurt until pain subsides;
I realize how absent
you are in everything:
that's an awful feeling!
How can anyone believe in people's unfounded lies?
They trashed their love for something so worthless;
it's not easy to miss someone without crying:
if it was really precious, it was worth sharing!
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