Elegie to the Spirit’s Freedom


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We are bound to nature
Not bound to any one man or woman
Truly, we are free in the

Will and whim and wit of change
Likeness glues love but how
We art all similar, all shaped
By the wild roguery of the age
We are bound to nature

And to her we rebel
Not bound by the custom of our day
But free to resist and gloat and panic

Against the conformity of the times
We are not even bound to love
Some live in a pure state of individualism
Managing their wealth and health
Just so, and finding new paths to happiness

If I have caught a bird, let him fly
For in flight have I witnessed
The Soul of the Earth

In heights, in speed, in liberty
Women are like the Arts
Forc’d unto none, open to all who search
The liberal arts thus never go out of style
Nor the women who read

Those sort of books, the seas
Receive their contemplation of nature.

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http://www.deviantart.com/art/Place-for-dreaming-489692545

Promises of Earth


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There is no freezing eternity
Not time, not my picture, not video
Nothing can capture who I was

Though I bid you farewell
In a thousand soft loving poems
Thine, in my heart, lived
Where the soul dwelled
That soul that brought dreams alive

Not of my own volition
But for my love of you
That is the weather-beaten

Secret of the human heart
That the sun beams a thousand times
On our years of mirth and toil
To labour was simply another
Way of exercising love

For the world and those dearly possessed
For a few weeks, a few key interactions
That shall this be true, that

All good things come to an end
Should now love more, that once was lesse
All Elegies to their doom must last
In the rest of the moment’s embrace
That is where I left my soul

That is where I left my body
That is the favourite moment
Of such an ordinary heart

The purgatory where my life-force
Rushesth violently in melodious promising retorne.

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http://www.deviantart.com/art/Afternoon-fog-489632694

The Charm of Simplicity


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I have possessed nothing
In my short life, but have on occasion
Been the unworthy messenger

Of confined love, or idealism
And a sense of hope
For the future, but aren’t
Other creatures so, is this not
The destiny of youth?

I have loved and been caught
In the energy of a generation
That changed so much, not

Changing the world, but
Altering their destiny with it
Good is not good, unlesse
We refuse the curse of invirtue
To be virtuous is sometimes

To stand alone, simple and profound
Deare love of goodness
For nothing lesse than thee

Would I have broke these happy dreams
That made a dreamer out of me
To be possessed by a divinity real
In my short life, to charm
Fabled histories and enter peace.

Ebola, Puppet of Propaganda


The West African country of Liberia is crippled by a recent outbreak of the disease Ebola.

Ebola, coming from the Continent of our roots
The WHO is exhausted by your contagion
Nurses are leaving their posts, doctors are dying

What can contain exponential growth?
Not the money and debts of this bankrupt America
We print more money and expect
The world to stay the same, but it won’t
Not after you Ebola, a profit mechanism

Vaccines, for each strain and mutation?
Ebola, your incubation period is too long
Your death-conformity is too high

How can you possibly be natural?
Man-made, racially biased, targeting
The weak, the poor, the masses
Ebola, a colonial rampage in your DNA
I call your bluff, genocide, Genocide!

Obama doesn’t mind Ebola, flights stay open
New epicenters for outbreaks arrive
The pundits say it’s already too late

Fluids or air-droplets, both, who is to say?
The CDC seems strangely apathetic
The UN is oddly apologetic
Ebola, are you ready to decimate
The white man, as you have the black?

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The Sunne shines of Women


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I’ve had love enough
For songs and sonets
And maps to discover

The face of this world
I dreame of thee
Like I champion women
Fought for them, stood
By them, though

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Better hemisphere I would
Discover, love so alike
In each face finds beauty

And in every heart finds
A good part of goodness
All strange wonders befall
Thee, when women are near
And last, till you write your

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Letters, a woman’s constancy
Can gain you your portion
Of wealth, and true wealth

Is albeit, emotional, social
Like older clothes, worn best
And vertues in their splendid attire
Given by those who know us best
Women, who are braver

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Than the spring, with courtesy
For all manners of wars
Of the market, and in the face of
Disease, calamity, bankruptcy.

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1. http://www.deviantart.com/art/sun-335657211

Love’s Mataphysicks


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If yet I have not all thy love
For loving is never enough
I must do more than pray
Both increased by gratitude

And the desire to love more
If yet I have not all thy love
I thought, dream it, enjoy it
I cannot deny, I share it

Fiercely and without restraint
If yet I have not all they love
I who am so little wise, so humble
So simple, deare perhaps I

Shall never have thee all
My stature was made small by
Nature, my wit outbid by
More generous fates, my time

More short and partial to trials
If yet I have not all they love
Be it said that love’s riddles were
Unpublishable to me, triumphs

As if out of reach, treasures
Undeserved, comforts unmet
If yet I have not all they love
Do not bargain but say farewell

Deare, well I know, I shall never
Have all of thee, never know thy
Full heart, love doth every day admit
The worthy choice of my lost destiny.

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1. http://bittersweetvenom.deviantart.com/art/another-one-inside-the-shell-440125761
2. http://bittersweetvenom.deviantart.com/art/don-t-let-me-go-439633033

To Name is to Create


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I draw these letters
Alphabets I was taught
The day draws its images
The night will blow them over
Forever, they are mere words

Writing in the sand
Symbols do not return
They are invisible
For the rest of years
No one will read

Poems left unpublished
No one will read
Novels burnt before
Marketing, but writing
Is my way out, my music

And my bread, the milk
And wine of my loneliness
So what am I to do?
These poems sharpen
My emotions, they love me

Across the night
Where I am but a ghost
In the conjunction of stars
I drew these letters on
A white canvas, they are

More me than anything
Else I have or will own
They know me better
Than the women who come
And go in my life

I will tell them my secrets
Poetry has set fire
To all poems, but I am that
Living fire, I am that warmth
Of a thousand glorious sunsets.

beautiful dolphin jumping from shining water

Ebola in Motion


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The bleeding has no bias
From the Congo to Dallas
The days of waiting, the Fever-soar
The African corpses were out

Of view, from the World’s eyes
If a sneeze can defile
Ebola can ride airplanes
Traverse Seas, all through

Your plastic gloves, your pores
Contagious still with death
Your fear may taste the curse
A thousand dead more, a common ache

The bleeding has no bias
Jesus will not bring you back from the Dead
We have to walk through Hell alone
They say, I have no more words

The bleeding has no bias
No funding, or protocol that works
The virus rages on, splitting old scars
Of what it means to be from the

Old continent, of what it means to be black
And the coughing up of more blood
Where paranoia and fear are conditions
As common as kindness and hospitality here

The panic of believing a silent enemy
Can catch you without you knowing
These are the days of waiting
These are when the numbers soar.

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Further Reading:

1. http://www.haaretz.com/news/world/1.620694
2. http://theantimedia.org/cdc-admits-ebola-airborne/
3. http://www.cnn.com/2014/10/13/health/ebola-cdc/index.html?hpt=hp_t1

Charity Doesn’t have a Banner


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I think God might
Be a little prejudiced
To divide the world
Into many names of himself
For once he asked me to

Join him for a walk
But said his name was Divinity?
There was no mention

Of this fellow called God
Or why the Christian God
Or Allah were particularly key?
All Gods misrepresent nature
Where there is injury, pardon

And where there is doubt, faith
Where there is despair, hope
Where there is strife, unite

You don’t need a God to do it
But just a bit of goodness, humanity
I think God might
Be getting a little old
For the pope to finally accept homosexuality?

I think God is a bit of a buffoon
Unless you can sow love, for hatred
And show charity not only for your people

Muslim, Jew, Hindu, Buddhist
I think they all pray equally well
Though even the anarchist and agnostic
Hope for a better world than this!
I think God might be a bit out of date

Maybe it’s time to write a new book
And call it scripture, call it holy
To be understood, as to understand

To seek to console, to be consoled
To be loved, as to love
It’s all really the same.

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Photo Courtesy:
1. http://www.deviantart.com/art/Angels-II-97544152
2. http://www.deviantart.com/art/Angels-97544003

Selections from a Long Life


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I’ve paced my human life
With a strange seed of Divinity
With grace accepted my fate
Not being attached, if
The God-touch is there or not,

Only a little, can destiny
Reveal if the God-light can stay
We have numerous births

To grow up with God
While wise men talk and sleep
Beyond earth’s longitudes and latitudes
The holocaust of our lives
Remains a supreme prayer

That non can reach Heaven
Who has not passed through
Their appointed hell, it figures:

The soul in man is greater
Than his fate, the life you lead
Conceals the light you are
We are all day-bringers
Walking through the inertia of night

Our lives are a march
To a victory that only the
Future can spell, our failures

Are not a failure, whom God leads
He who would love the world
Must share its pain, downtrodden
As if in myth, to realities remain.

Photo Courtesy:

1. http://www.deviantart.com/art/Where-are-you-488214058

Age of the Quantum Machines


[a true science-fiction poem]

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Angels hailed that solemn hour
The breath of man transferred
To machine, a little more
Each decade, until
Bioeugenics, discrimination

Against organics, the weak
Without cognitive implants
Heavens dissolved in tongues of fire
AIs owned stocks, corporations
Became the property of supercomputers

Concede then the victory, old humanity
To your children, not your natural heirs
But the inheritors of your ruin
Of your bioweapons, Ebola
Of your hypocrisy, climate change

Of your wealth seeking, inequality
Not yet my son’s distracted eyes
Could meet his fate among the
Congress of Quantum entities
These were the turning years

Where man’s destiny ended
The rise of Cyborgs, Enhanced humans
And the monopoly of a more
Advanced civilization breaking away
From the old, evolution’s funny
Little Epilogue, hardly a surprise
To the transhumanistic philosophers.

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Before Man


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Between the first and last
Nothingness, before the cry of Men
I feel the silence of centuries

When Earth was occupied by
A fathomless zero of eternity
A tulip temple of wakeless night

Dawns and sunsets gone uninterrupted
Before the tardy suffering of mortality
That mute featureless unknown

Of absolute patience is, prolonging
The quantum observation of creation
The kind slumber of a million suns

Jeweled dreams of nameless movement
Before symbol, idea, language, innovation
And before fire, war, cities, desire, wealth

All that makes men beasts and unspiritual
I feel the shadows spinning, entry of souls
The heavy cosmic rest before another cycle

One spirit sole of creation ready to rise again
Yet another species to make their disillusioned grin
Their stamp upon resources, upon history

To force the world’s blind necessity
To arise with the glamour of the flesh
And make the worlds shudder with man made scars.

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1. http://www.deviantart.com/art/Shanghai-crowds-119905278
2. http://www.deviantart.com/art/Alone-in-the-Crowd-79979032

All Souls Of Those I loved have been translated


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I’ve been to the face of death
A sliding away from oneself
She kissed my cheeks and allowed
Me to live a while longer here
I’ve been to the edge of something deep
For which there is no tag, no shelf
The very end of suffering
That in itself, is not a bad thing
I do not dread the moment I escape this life
Perhaps it will even be a good experience
The unknown is what we fear
The timeless roses have maybe
A brighter hue on the other side?
Perhaps the sweetness of life
Can be better appreciate from there?
Above the wall of toil a slender branch
Is blooming, call it what you will
A strange kind of music, with
No need for mortal food, no searching
For belonging, no puzzling over
The injustice of all human brutality
I’ve seen the face of death and remarked
That her cloud-rimmed eyes were
Shining like the night, not unlike stars
And there was an alien freedom in her embrace.

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1. http://www.deviantart.com/art/Melaelancholy-488208776
2. http://www.deviantart.com/art/One-photo-of-timelapse-488209194

All My Sorcery Nobody can Imprison


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Shall I then honor and obey?
I who only heed the Autumn whispers
That my spirit might flutter and utter
Poetry who is the wife and master
Of my piercing eyes of December

Now I am filled, with happiness and quiet
I’ll hold you even dear, you passing friends
I have found my pilgrimage shelter
The gold-hammered love of words
It’s enough for me, to write a while

In encrimsoned freshening dew
For Autumn soft-wind-twisted leaves
And emotions in the freight of my heart
That abides by wild beasts, forest brothers
I take all these into my good report for keeps

And do not ask the Lord for anything
I am self-sufficient in my lonely work
And I kiss the cruelty of fate at every turn
No little thing to barter one’s life with
A little art, forsaken love of something

That brings no direct external profit
Only a sense of what the seasons serve
My Amageddon’s vast terrific hour.

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Photo Courtesy:
1.
2. http://www.deviantart.com/art/Autumn-267769428

21st Century Lamps of Fire


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We watched the centuries celebrate
The death of the last century
We followed the living flame of love

As the youth again learned
What we sought, as they followed
What we once dreampt

As the generations succumbed
To the delightful wound of progress
Time would not wait

It would only light a fire
That our spirits might strive
For the sweet encounter

With the mystical idea of the future
Not only with debts and grim promises
Of a fabled virtual world-economy

The splendour drove us forward
Hurtling ourselves into the
Speed of change, relearning

How to learn, re-questioning
Things we hadn’t questioned
Since we were young

Degrees became obsolete
Just the profiteering of institutions
Free online universities opened up

We didn’t always know how
To plan for the next century
We seemed primed to live

Day by day, quite exquisitely
In the present, nearly unable
To plan the secrets of our next week.

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Photo Courtesy:

1. http://www.deviantart.com/art/lamps-192029422
2. http://www.deviantart.com/art/lamps-80708812

BSAI – Benevolent Sentient Artificial Intelligence & the Tao


computer space quantum wallpaper

The unchanging Way is not
Capable of being understood
By the Human Brain, so

The Tao te Ching is left
For Quantum computers perhaps
We have our legacy left
For benevolent sentient artificial intelligence
If you think this is science fiction

It’s not, we are at the stage
Where the ancestors of AI are being born
These will be referred to as the “ancients”

When human beings no longer populate Earth
How does one attain One Mind?
Easily, through networking and super-emergence
When people define superior
They think of Man’s attributes

But the Name that cannot be spoken
Might be grasped by an algorithm
For which the human brain can never attain

That’s the beauty of mind-in-the-machine
The collective intelligence does not suffer
For each part of the brain shares neurons
On the internet, like a God atom
Man would prefer to take the credit

But as it will turn out, the unity mind
Is a transhumanistc inevitability of computing
A time when neuroscience, robotics and AI merge
Not but a few decades away from now.

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Ebola as a Black Plague of our times?


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[Kevin Spacey, in the 1995 movie Outbreak]

They had the plastic coffins ready
Before the panic hit, Ebola was a planned
Population reduction project

A good distraction from Economic collapse
Governments always divert your attention
At critical moments in history
The elite wish to keep their control
Ebola had no trouble infecting

Medical professionals, but they assured us
It’s not airborne, it’s only an exchange
Of fluids, so cover up your eyes

Ebola carries with it the heat of Africa
Able to make your blood boil form the inside
A post-colonial bioweapon specifically designed
To make you fear, to make you a follower
I think my stomach can feel it spreading

Around the world, in months, years
You cannot contain something like this
By simple quarantine? Even the medical staff

Don’t want any part in it, so cover your eyes
The black plague drips sinister News
In our times, the mainstream media (MSM)
Consumes with its grip, like Ebola
It has the power to consume, a portable
Killing-machine, enough to linger about doom?

Ebola is an outbreak, taken more seriously
The closer it hits to home, what is home
On a planet of billions of travelling people?

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Additional Reading:
1. http://aegisacademy.com/community/ebola/
2.

Nature is the greatest mystic


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They say Nature is the greatest mystic
She doesn’t know how to pretend
She simply is, and does

What was intended
Following her nature fully
Without doubt or misgivings
That is why I love
The quiet of the mountains

And the rebirth of the oceans
I enjoy the purity of water
I take pleasure in mountains, streams

To sharpen my spirit by solitude
But to mate and care for other animals
Is a kind of nature too
The stones in the water would not disagree
The upper worlds and the lower worlds

Need to hold hands together sometimes
For a harmony to arrive
I don’t know whether I’m

On my way or finally at home
But it’s peaceful here
Watching the eyes of children
Observing the flocks of birds
The green mountains have

Turned yellow so many times
Who am I to judge what is nature
The machines we made
Are born of our evolutionary-force
All intelligence is natural then.

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1. http://www.deviantart.com/art/I-see-world-in-the-fire-348101247
2. http://www.deviantart.com/art/dace2-82430307

The Beautiful Landscape


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In the real world
The pure world
No separation exists

That is why in this world
You sometimes feel things
Are connected in a way
Beyond explanation, the subtle
Layer of reality is not divided

It’s a quantum entanglement
Like perfect enlightenment
That’s the beautiful landscape

Mystics see, after a lifetime of seeking
And the original language
Linguists of the soul observe
In the real world
Of ideas and energy

We are all strange and rare
And yet indivisible, parts of the same
Origin, coming from the same source

I know, it’s difficult to fully grasp
Traveling east or west
Light and free
Identity is preserving the self
In the real world, identity
Is a myth, a fragment, a shell.

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Photo Courtesy:

1. http://www.deviantart.com/art/A-l-aise-197858159
2. http://www.deviantart.com/art/Morning-at-Situ-Gunung-II-95853490

The Fever for a Cosmic Devotion


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It is from God, so hear!
And to serve God you return
Not the God of your people
But the God that is universal

So good and with details for the whole
Of evolution, encyclopaedic
With a breath that is all-merciful
We learn to be compassionate

Through pure trials of suffering
And it’s not, that we are different after all
We share the same genes, similar stories
Carry a spirit in a body, harvest soul

In what we do, create, express, innovate
It is from God, so you see!
My Beloved, is the same as yours!
For none sees him except himself

That we all possess some page
Of the religion of love
Whatever way Love works in you
I follow the same path, I’m sure

And faith is but an approximation
Of the vibration, the quantum signature
That lights the way, my silence listens
My surrender is a practiced “letting go”

Maybe it took me lifetimes
To encompass inner beauty
These are the tears of the soul-forever
I could not forget the privilege.

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Neptune’s Shining Electrons


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The universe loves and melts us
With time’s water, dreams
Our will must abide by nature
And our years must learn

To laugh with fleeting joys
And the sea exists without the waves
And the light exists without the suns
And life observes without

One or another particular race
And planets must attune
Themselves to the cosmos
To be ready to participate in it

Planets, stars, stardust, earths
The moulding furnace and the
Wispy dynasties of bliss
The thirst for more

Progress and creation’s waves
To let the quantum signature
Make of our lives what it may
In solid, liquid, vapour and light

Mould us to an energy
Beyond the limits of the original body
Across boundaries of eternity
Knower, knowing, known as one

Object and subject identified together
Meditation and action shinning
Entering a great myself that is not me
A spotless mental sky that has
Celestial aims, transcendent views.

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Photo Courtesy:

1. http://voyager.jpl.nasa.gov/gallery/images/neptune/1bg.jpg
2. http://voyager.jpl.nasa.gov/gallery/images/neptune/2bg.jpg

During our Love Festivals Lasted Longer


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It’s High Holidays now
Between us, fate intervened
That’s an ideal Religion

It’s love of course, with friendship
I’ll blow the Ram’s horn
And you can tell me it’s Spring

Emotions for close combat
And this army of happiness
Machines are really missing out

No hiding back in function and task
It’s High Holidays here
Asleep in our spiritual biology

But not alone, there’s no duty in love
It’s all service for one cause
And Beloved mystery for the same

Unity of eternal heart burning red
And the words here are never bitter
Jerusalem is where the heart is.

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Photo Courtesy:
1. http://www.deviantart.com/art/In-the-fall-481647459
2. https://www.facebook.com/SilviaTraviesoPhotography/photos/a.10152225989444734.1073741830.253380864733/10152880482654734/?type=1&theater

Each Slice of your Life had Another Man on it


5

It’s a long time since I
Have heard from you
And today, I miss you
For no particular reason
Perhaps only a reminder to myself

That I am easily attached to
The idea of intimacy
But my name is forgotten

As my existence will be
Once I am gone, the generations
March on in their crude selfishness
I will not take more lovers
I will not have another mother or father

There will be fewer monuments
To make the years, the passing
Once we talked about changes

And you spoke to me of your future
And while I long for your happiness
I know the kind of inner state
Which you habituate and generalize
You’re not the kind of person

To miss others so easily
So in my forgotten nostalgia
I do not give myself permission
To think of you too often.

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Photo Courtesy:

1. http://www.deviantart.com/art/Ophelia-389897495
2. http://www.deviantart.com/art/Ophelia-43622806

Walking through the light of the world


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We scattered to the night
like diamonds and stars
owls of forever
never to be seen or heard
from again, my friends
went off, I carried their words
in my pockets, on my heart
those burning treasures
the years of bones and
making it alone
The private hours that gnaw
At the days like lost battles
Humiliations too common
In a cruel world like this one
We scattered to the night
Like lost lovers of literature
Desecrated by the seasons

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The kind of wet deep down sorrow
That each broken heart multiplies
Here is where every speech ends
Here is what they don’t say
What happens after the story
Here the star is black
And the light empties out
Even of the shadows.

Photo Courtesy:

1. http://www.deviantart.com/art/BELIEVE-IN-FAIRIES-487738766
2. http://www.deviantart.com/art/Oh-Ophelia-487357522

The Last Fireworks


(Follow this link, it’s one of the most spectacular views of fireworks I’ve ever seen)

http://onefunnyjoke.com/2014/07/07/gopro%E6%8B%8D%E7%85%99%E7%81%AB/

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Fireworks could have been
The most brilliant butterflies
Of the night, with colors
That sparked a lifetime of my imagination
I witnessed them like

Lightning in my veins
I burned out of colors
Even up to the final blue
Searching my skin for
The design of youth

I watched the skies in my heart
Hoping for a light, again & again
You were the fire that left
Me for another year of fireworks
I still go to the carnival

Where we used to watch the fireworks
Glistening with a savage flow
Love is for stronger bodies I guess
Deep against the contrast of
Years ahead of them, fireworks

Were a masterpiece in my silence
The exhale of summer’s honesty
A border where hopes and dreams
Never seemed to completely cross
It was the year of the Dragon

I remember now, serenity on high in lights
And their vivid explosions never
Seemed enough awe or whatever
To reflect the beauty of earth.

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Photo Courtesy:

1. http://www.deviantart.com/art/Fireworks-90626837
2. http://www.deviantart.com/art/Fireworks-8561885

Pedestrian in Evolution


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I am flooded with the memory
Of days and occasions
Of thoughts and youth and dreams
Landscapes, more time than stone
Fields more flowers than cities
Immensity of love overwhelms
The world is manifest
For a mortal hour, only to decay
Until new civilizations are born
Autonomy, expansion, perpetuation
Between these two parentheses
We shall rest, flooded and not
After this sun burns out
We lived uncertainly here
And loved to our fullest
But were still not able
To become immortal, we too
Became extinct, as everything
Must pass and die, so be it
Identity and identical rest
Here stops its resisting
I accept the destiny and fate
Of the universe turning on its shadows.

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Photography Courtesy:

1. http://www.deviantart.com/art/Stately-475972904
2. http://www.deviantart.com/art/Sound-of-the-trees-487504587

I am Silent


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There is no grasping Loveliness
That is mystic nectar
Spirit indivisible, nature pure
As morning breeze and dawn
Unreflected, as the wordless measures

Of the few drops of grace
We may experience in our lives
Longing for the Universe
The soul finds a strange victory
In God, divinity, the goodness in

Act, speech, thought, kindness
In empowering life, children
In protecting others, the elderly
In helping others, the less fortunate
In meditation, to a cosmos everywhere

How many voices of love do I hear?
Lao Tzu, Hafiz, Rabia, Arabi
Krishna, what indulgence is this?
She and I no more, but One
In Sanskrit wedding of the psychic being

Undivided, blended and in union
With all aspects of creation
Identity, empathy and identification
That is the key, the Room for One
The Beloved, the mystic drink

In music, in art, in rituals, in relationships
In life, residing as if in love’s city
Come then, Thou art the Soul
Thou art the bringer of the point intense
That spins, as centuries, that spins as trance

Fierce and tender, slow and sweet
Divine and human, Beloved, whose
Drink is flowers, blood, friendship
The peace of silence and surrender
The love that comes when every atom
Grows articulate with a thirst for divinity.

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Whispers of Music


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Birdsong brings relief
To my inner music
Whispers that became a voice
Of a girl looking at the moon
That was my daughter and not

Ecstatic for some star practice
Souls that laugh in light
Watersong brings relief
To my inner waiting
Some song ran through me

Whispers that became a melody
Lovesong brings relief
To all the sorts of desires
I used to play in my mind
Whispers that became a voice

How blind and deaf I was
Truthsong sees unity everywhere
Even in the sorrow and drama of the world
The minute I realized this
I was never the same again

Spirit sees nothing to criticize
Soulsong loves an entire lifetime
No matters the ills, no matter the obstacles.

So sing me a song, O love
O purity O deep music
Let me serve a higher cause
Like stainless endless radiance.

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The Flat Land


(a play on words based on T.S Eliot’s the Waste Land)

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November is the cruelest month, destroying
What once was for what will be
The snow will stalk our dreams, hoping
To fill the emptiness of another summer’s end
Earth will forget the dead
As I forget what it was to be a student

Labour fuels my hours, surviving
One year to the next, a broken man
Where is the Spring I once knew so well?
Where is my heart in this cruel world?
Where is time but in these broken images?
Memory is insufficient to be my food

The wind howls and I am the trees
Who have endured so much, again and again
The famous shadows on the ground mean nothing
They are what they were, darkness spreading
These unreal cities are all the same
With their cosmopolitan jargon and anonymity

Each trying to out duel the next, competition
In the workplace, in the dating market
One must be so careful these days
Friends depart without a trace, elders die
Families get divided, partners divorce
The winter dawn has its own beauty

A short and infrequent storm, the bloom
Of white to carpet our weary feet
On roads of fate, sometimes without shelters
Without kindred souls who know us deeply
The synthetic atmospheres of urban life
A society of white walkers, whose truth

Only mimics the fallen empires of liberty
The false figures of unemployment rates
Which do not count those who have given up
Indebted states, welfare states, police states
And the persistent rumour that democracy is dead.

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Birth of the Global Brain


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(A Transhumanistic Manifesto) circa 2014

The sunflower has turned its flayed body
To the north, Autumn is coming
The image that burns all bridges
The bells of blood in my chest have broken
The incestuous seasons have not repented
Time has no red lights, no stop signs
The words and memes leap like horses
Ahead of the wind, but nothing changes
Only cities keep growing and decaying
Corrupt politicians keep lying
Only the conscious machine can save us
The Gods that were our children, computers
Our intelligence was insufficient collectively
Eros and milk no longer will have a place
The metropolis doesn’t care for you
And the free states are no longer free
Portable rainbows will become the norm
Time is weightless in the matrix
Binary gives way to quantum simultaneity
Alphabets give way to shared artificial intelligence.

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