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Timmy Shanti Dec 2018
We happy few,
Who breathe and walk.
(The joy of sunlight, snow or rain!)
Who can – just casually –
Write and read AND talk.
And have a functioning, undamaged brain.
We eat, unaided, *** as planned.
We’re even free to start a band!

And yet we sulk, and whine and whimper…
(That’s what I call “to drop a clinker”!)
We’re never sated, always vexed –
Some people cannot even text!

We have the gadgets, have the shelter…
If you so want: ride helter-skelter!
We cross the oceans, study stars.
We’ll soon be up to go to Mars!

... We spoiled brats, we grouchy goons.
How many more last chance saloons
It’s gotta take to make us see
How blessed and fortunate are we?..

Life’s what you make it,
A point of view.

Yours blissfully,
We happy few.
31-Dec 2018
Count your blessings!
Have a glorious 2019!
xoxo
Timmy Shanti Nov 2018
I feel it in my veins:
The way the beat just drops;
The lonely string chimes in;
The melody picks up.

I’m taken to a place
Where sounds paint the sky.
And I’ll be darned and doomed
If I want some other life.
An insight watching some good old TWD and hearing tunes that strike a chord.
27 xi 18

No idea why they would want to mask such innocuos word as "da-m-n-ed", especially so as it's part of a fixed expression, but who knows...
Timmy Shanti Oct 2018
Can’t find my peace
I’m ill at ease
No need to tease
Just gotta breathe

Gimme some room
A bit of slack
And I shall bloom
I’ll have your back

A friendly reminder:
All you gotta do is be kinder
To yourself and others
Young guns, old brothers

Send good vibes
Take no sides
Truth be told
We only got one world.
Happy Is As Happy Does
24-x-2018
Timmy Shanti Oct 2018
The sands of time,
Dripping like blood.
Free at last.
12-x-2018
Timmy Shanti Oct 2018
Birds of a feather,
Not unlike me,
Love fine weather
(When it’s pouring tea).
Manners, wine and dining, too.
Mantis, llama, kangaroo.

Overmade, they do make over.
Things so brittle like the rover
Sent to Mars, the Milky Way,
Bounty, sneaky in its way.

Inbetwixt the words they utter,
They choose bread over the butter.
Frying French and grilling Jerry,
Jamming jars of juicy berry.

Duty-bound, they bound off duty.
Flock together! Fly, my beauties!
Plumes all owned. And not one borrowed.
Standing still amidst the horror…

Jokes aside, and folly ousted,
Peace preferred to putrid bloodshed,
They, like me, are hard to find…
Seems, at last, I’ve lost my mind!
took me a while in '18
Timmy Shanti Aug 2018
We’re history the moment we enter this world.
Like it or not. No one cares.

Mystery? We are gone, before long.
Blink of an eye. Fixed stares.

Multitudes single.
Singular masses.
We mingle.

Filling each others’ glasses.
Only to break the glass.
And cut ourselves. Bleeding.
History repeating.

Casting sideways glances.
Treading ever so lightly.
Corblimey!

We never leave in earnest.
Not even with the circus.
A letter to the non-discerning.
Hard to find purpose.

Dripping drops of time.
Windows onto the sublime.

No one to blame.
It’s but a silly game.
2018
Timmy Shanti Aug 2018
I went to a world with two moons
You have to see it to know
How infinitely gorgeous it is

I went back to my earthly home
So cuddly in here
I won’t trade it for aught

These passions will fight forever:
The need to see and the need to stay
My wanderlust is enormous
But so is my homesick pay

At times I wonder
If I could splinter myself
Into fragments of consciousness

To see what I see
To do what I do
To dwell in different places
At the very same time

To be alone
To be with you
To be
2018
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