I am king of the world, universe and everywhere,
But I have only a hint of power.
So all I can give you is attitude.
Just pointing out injustice
Where I see it.

Classes and castes and religious divides
I see as evils
To be opposed
With all my might.

For sure I’ve little might
Of course,
But I still have the right
To say that it’s all wrong.

Classless society is what we want:
Well anyone who’s worth his, or her salt wants that.
Religious discrimination is another thing
We need to remove
From our way of life.

There are many more evils in our world,
So we must do
All we can
To obliterate them
At every opportunity.

I can’t put this any other way,
Poetic or not,
We have to stand
And fight
Against all that we see
As bad.
For the Common Good.

Paul Butters

Know this- I do-
Not everyone will like you.

And why should you care
for there is beauty in the rare.

Enjoy it- love it.
For you divine misfit,
Is just what the world is questing for.

Existence
That’s The Thing
Not The Universe:
A mere detail,
If somewhat huge!

Logic dictates that Existence
Just came into Existence!
Or always Existed.
Eternal Existence.
I cannot see how a sophisticated God
Could exist
Before Existence.

You may call this an Accident
But what’s in a name?
Existence either sprang into Existence
Or Existed
Always.

Does God exist?
Irrelevant.
What matters is that Existence
Exists.

And for me
What matters
Is that I Exist.
For only I can live my life.
And only my life is what I know
To be so.
Even the Queen, or Putin or Trump cannot
Know what it is
To live my life.
Only I can know that,
Which makes me The King
Of Existence.

Paul Butters

ज़िन्दगी का सफ़र बढ़ता चला गया,
हम रोते रह गए बीती बातो को सोच कर,
और एक वक्त है जो बिन परवाह गुज़रता चला गया,

वो हमे ढूंढते रह गए प्यार के गलियो में,
और मेरा प्यार उनके याद में खोता चला गया,

न मंज़िल का पता था न रहने का कोई ठिकाना,
पर ये कम्बख़त दिल है जो उनके प्यार में भटकता चला गया,

मुस्कुराता रहा दिल उनकी मुस्कान देखकर,
और आँखे मेरी उनकी ख्वाब में बहता चला गया,

हमने सोचा था की बड़ा हसीन होंगे हर पल मेरे उनके साथ,
और एक उनका "साथ" है जो किसी और का होता चला गया,

आज तो गज़ब हो गया हम ढूंढते रह गए प्यार के पन्नों को,
और मेरी कलम है जो उन पन्नों में लिपटकर रोता चला गया,

ज़िन्दगी बहुत आसान है यारो अगर आप चाहो तब,
आपने लड़ना छोड़ा,और ये अपनी कस्मकश में हमे डुबोता चला गया,
हमे डुबोता चला गया......|




Zindagi ka safar badhta chalo gya,
Hum rote rah gye biti bato ko soch kar,
Aur ek waqt hai Jo bin parwaah guzarta chala gya,

Wo Hume dhundhte rah gye pyar Ke galiyo me,
Aur mera pyaar unke yaad me khota chala gya,

Na manzil ka pata tha na rahne ka koi thikana,
Par ye kambakhat dil hai Jo unke pyaar me bhatakta chala gya,

Muskurata raha dil unki muskan dekh kar,
Aur aankhen meri unke khwab me bahta chala gya,

Humne socha tha Ki bada haseen honge har pal mera unke sath,
Aur ek unka "Sath" hai Jo kisi aur ka hota chala gya,

Aaj to gazab ** gya hum dhundhte rah gye pyaar ke panno ko,
Aur meri kalam hai Jo un panno me lipatkar rota chala gya,

Zindagi bahut aasan hai yaaro agar aap chaho tab,
Aapne ladna chhoda, aur ye apni kasmkash me Hume dubota chala gya,
Hume dubota chala gya.....

मनीष कुमार श्रीवास्तव

rock smashes scissors
break our swords
Scissors cut paper
tear up our poetry
paper covers rock.
shielded by policy

we have our voices.
all rock, all scissor, all paper.
all spock, all lizard
we do not play games, we Speak.
We throw spock hands like Gang signs
spit parsel tongue at pride haters
we write love letters to revolution
We cut red tape with our long fuzes
Hit rock bottom, more bass in our
Voices than god knows what to do with
So we tell him exactlly where it should go.

Rock Paper Scissors Lizard Spock

They hold their pens like scissors
carving history books into erasure poems

We would swing our pens like swords.
But no leader we trust has been elected yet.

We would have a leader to guide us
But snakeoil salesmen plague our trenches.

There would be no snakeoil salesmen if
we had a stable government

We would have a stable government
but the stability was sharpied out of our history books.

And To history, loud voices sound
like the fires of god.
And are we not the voices with more bass then God knows what to do with.
without words on the wind,
There is no flame
so aren't we fire.

We all have tealights waiting in cold oven hearts.
stone hearths begging for Ignition
eager for bootleg promises of warmth
The orange rhetoric of our future
no warmer than tinders logo.
or a video recording of a fireplace
flickering on a flatscreen at best buy.
We are distracted constantly.
misdirected by Houses of paper cards
origami swans we don't dare unfold
Staying ignorant of the tire track liner inside.
origami swans are so much more beautiful
when they have secrets, right?

I have a matchstick
watch me strike it lit
flare this paper swan into a pheonix.
And hold it in my fist.
there will be fire.
and it will not be a metaphor
But It will be a revolution
And it will be a pheonix
and the pheonix WILL be a metaphor

The Rabbi at Temple Beth El
said when a mans consumed by gods fire
it is a severance from faith, a spiritual death.
what have we done
if not lost faith in our government?
Been consumed by the fires of god.
and why not tattoo pheonix feathers
on our backs?
at least this death gave us warmth.
a home in the world's ashes.

I stared at the dragons fire that stormed towards me
thanked it for the oppurtunity
to walk out of this world
holding dragons eggs
Like Daneris Tygareon
and they will be real dragons.
incubated by REAL fire
despite this crumbling cataclysm
you call a great america.
Spock handed Lizards larger and louder
with all the rocks
paper and scissors they need
to set the world on fire.
To Finally see something beautiful be born.
A Home that keeps them warm.

Everyone attempts to put a price on everything.
From jobs, to going on vacation.
Fluctuating gas prices, the necessities we can't live without. The cost of everything is going up.
There really isn't too much that people haven't put a stature to the almighty dollar which constantly diminishes everyday.
We barely have enough time as it is without hustling trying to make time for the things that we truly care about and seem to neglect, having to constantly look at the clock.
It robs us of the sincerity that follows.
A genuine smile that is very courteous but is also rushed at the same time.
Somehow we've come to the idea that we need a certain amount of money to truly enjoy ourselves.
Big businesses know this very well.
They expect us to cling on to the vast images that we see flashed in front of us in subliminal advertisement.
Via television, social media, or word of mouth without realizing that too much time has already passed.
About the only thing we truly take for granted are the moments that we finally remember to breathe and cherish the very same moments we remember to smile.
Forgetting who we are in the process of trying to make ends meet while maintaining the perception if it's ever enough.
If at all possible, today I want you to press pause on the things that make you smile
And live in that moment for as long as possible.
As it doesn't cost a thing to smile, it doesn't cost a thing to greet someone with a genuine embrace.
It doesn't cost a thing to sit back and breathe for a second or two.
Set a limit to how much you give of yourself.
Because those whom take, will only continue to take

You either struggle or you don't
This is your own decision
The way you look at things along
You build up your own vision

Please tell yourself that nothing ever
Should make you worry in this way
No one should ever get the power
To make you sad and not okay

It's hard sometimes cause we believe
This one is the one out of many
But do we want this person still
To make us feel really unhappy?