You asked me if I
truly believe in freewill
I replied 'No choice'

O : glass is half full
P : glass is half empty
R : glass is as big as it should be
B : glass and water, it is what it is

If
Youth is wasted on the young
Beauty is wasted on the beautiful
Agedness is wasted on the aged

and everyone goes on and along
with a gleeful acceptance that's life
so flip over the hourglass of time
and be so really glad, you the aged
ones are keeping the buoyages,
plus 15 doctors and nurses so
gainfully employed!

removing the crutch and being here
slowing down all the best-laid plans
seeing the ***** life had none as such
grabbing has turned a soul untouched
prisoner of a rusty heart, I confess as much

East of the Equator on 1° 15' tropics is an old pirate isle
Irate *****-wavers are set to meet, I repeat, on Santosha
where, if you know it by its sanskrit, they might reconcile
Wishful leaders play symbolic. To us are none, but frenzy frolic.

Rudy doubles a pretty sight when smart cookie crumbles
to his knees.  The apprentice,  a fake gansta has capitulated to
Trump who's  known to expostulate his lot of twitterati
oh, the wizard of sentences,  cut the circuit and paparazzi.

Rocket man says read my lips, so Dotard threatens bigger drips
Both gaga over trigger hands, like-a-****** on hot dozen buttons.
Ain’t it a saga, they goatherd each other on,  so call in Dennis to
get us out of the funk. Just maybe, a remote chance, a fun slam-dunk!

The world awaits with bated breath, the immovable anchors to a
bad romance. We're stuck for answers to translate two gyrate minds,
singing hits a-capella under nuke umbrella.  No tanning spray and
pray please or death-from-behind us all, the wrench of humankind.

At 34, Prince has just begun life, to see his people starving to die
At 71, ****** has a life doing what he does,  while waiting to die  
Chasms miles long, but cookie cutter share tall man phantasm
94 stories high towards disarming God in their own ego suites.

Gurkhas and gazetted city blocks, the people in uttered groans
All twitterpating over a hermit throne dancing to a jailhouse rock
Two bright like buttons, so zero sum bargains may cost an arm and
an earth - nuclear glutton! Not a far gains from your usual Target?

At St Regis in gather,  string theories of riddles to Lord of the Rings
Towkays at the table “Order! Order!” no one absquatulates at all borders
In shambhala, will it be “Big and Bold” or “Beg and Hold”, who knows
Except Goldenhair, in first minute - Upside or Upset of an F1 ride!

Of the 364 un-birthdays, best occupied by your craziest , unthoughtful and refillable teaports, who rather like to celebrate year round with you, though uninvited, it would be wise you decline hosting the party too.

"Well, why not? What's wrong with a Thinking party everyday?" 
 
I hear you asking.  Is what they do best by default afterall -- one is naturally invited whether one likes it or not.  

My reply would be "Mad Unthinking does not a party make!"  

Unless you like going on hater shooting rampage.  Otherwise, battling the twinkle little tea trays hovering in your delusional sky is rather, shall I say, a pointless endeavor.  Far better you meditate on that.

Luckily too, the only day they wont be celebrating is that one day on your special birth date.   Since it's the single time of year you're more than likeliest the happiest by design, among friends and families!  

But why just limit it to a day in the entire calendar year?   You should "happily uncelebrate bad-everything " or "celebrate happily good-nothing" for the 364 days in your mind.  And all should be well.  

Just remember, lift the tall hat and check under the hood, you may discover mad party always get you plenty of room.   But they merely recycle as a visage.  Chances are, you'd love to gate-crash and bring your best butter and bread knife to spread it all over time.  There's no "while" as they "mean", so to speak.   Especially when you are hangry and you had "nothing" yet, taking less is far healthier than filling up a buffet of nutrionless bad food.    Like clouds in the sky, let them go.

About that Raven too.  They are just cryptic messenger going backward and forward with unintelligible riddles that will spin your too clever head to a nevar resting point.  The codename is analysis paralysis.  

Akin to a kite in the sky, you can break the thread.  

Otherwise, you may end up like Alice to steal time, beat time, pass time and may get lost in a treacle well with much surgarcoating and sentimentality. Only to wake up 2 hrs later than you should have, to reality around you.  

So let it be known, and shed light into, the unknown parts of the 364 unbirthdays.  If you manage to go out, have some social bake and cake among humans now and then, you'll soon forget to uncelebrate them and lose all the over-muchness anyway.  

That's my wish for you !

The path from Tauts-to-talks
are paved with food intentions
Four -piece meal for peace has
nothing to see here, you scab
Chilli crab - ain't your usual crap
are good gut check with no mishap
Bourbon and Sujo cocktail blend
beats sermon anytime, we'll show you
Summitwich - both sides have agreed
on buttermilk chicken and kimchi
Don you miss it, is Un-believable!
gimmickers seal it with their kisses
oh, and don't forget from the host too
Pandan cake to pudding on the table
no details are too minutiae, they're able
those circling the summit must march
to disarm the hunger and overcome pride
of King-me Dotard and Lil'Rocket Man
Now that's plenty to deal with it, so get real.

The imprints of the leaves
Are wrinkled on my skin
Both sides of the wrists
When I awoke this morning
How it got there I know not
But pointed signs to note
The power to leave the old
Is entirely in my hands

Cawing crows' calling
They try to gather but fail
Attempted ******

9 to 6, used to think that's life
cling to the smell of madness
over the taste of earth's vastness

did the desert ever feel alive
if that was someplace I knew
I have forgotten she existed

the appetite of misery it provided
voices inside the moonlight
says beware, they are un-free

drifting out into rising tide
go on - ride and collide
so am I satisfied

Something in me has untied
heaven knows I've tried
battled, broken and cried
now I take the rest in stride
just quietly sat by his side

The morning light wanes
out on open plains
my belly debates
croissants have to wait  

All the nylon fliers
like crayons palettes
festival of spectacles
So many favorites

Up Up and Away
a hundred balloons
above lagoons and chimneys
below valleys and alleys

In one strong forehand
a spectacular descent
it looks unplanned
a landing on the grandstand!

There was no flaw
only the applause
at dawn, champagnes flow
I stand in awe

The past gonna walk right past
Present catches up thick and fast
Future threats are always in bets
And any pills for man's root ills
Are roads lead to the Bastille
Come healing of the minds

Light shines on unjustly nice
Dark goes revenge all in spite
Grey dove takes its flock away
Fireworks shake off its promenade
All sights, sounds and souls parade
Come healing of the bodies

Love is only a humble guise
Hate loosened the tumbled guys
Peace is a beast that never ceased
Truth slew neither with pity nor ruth
Spare your prayers to life that's snared
Come healing of the souls

What does the good heart ask
Who are still remain to compete
When a disease remains un defeat
Where on deathbed at the feet
Will I waste my last words so sweet
Why  "Do you see, I won? "

Is hard to share further
if i don’t know
what you look like

Is the mind anxious of not knowing
  it wants control
Is the heart anxious of knowing
  it wants guarantee
Is the ego anxious to know
  it wants preemptive rejection

the first meeting I sense
is the edgy note he carries
a whistling kettle on the burner
a survivor needs a screwdriver
to makeover a cabin glamour
but meets the hammer

come now and take over
pear or plum afford him some
he drums off frenzied impatience
for a man of steel situation
a fast deal is better than
slow healing that's overdue

the mother and child
sailed home to mountain penny
an empty hall didnt get as many
to rearrange deck chairs of
a twenty twenty titanic
hindsights aplenty

Night's falling
Sepi all around
Sun earth forestalling
New moon drowned
Darkly strife call-in
Army of stars in town

Minds' seeking
Cowered in light
Hearts sneaking
Shrouded in delights
Calmness Seriousness
Flames at height  

Time's flying
She never waited
Words are trying
Desires unrelated
Eclipse satisfying
Souls illuminated

What good is there to carry one?
She lives rent-free wherever you go
Any ironed out issues, or just a
Laundry list from weeks past
No socks full of understanding
Namely misplaced trusts
Few mint paste for clean tooth
Or broad brush your mean truth
Sweater to keep warm or
To sweat the petty hearts
Is it packed full of tender tales
That bid us joy or pleasure to annoy
Do you still weigh for sympathy
Or out the door with apathy
Fits of wits has gone the pathetic nit
Filled with gravel to help unravel
For all one sees has lost its zest
Who can lie in some vulture's nest
So check-out from the wheeling box
Ask who you'll be without the tests
Nothing like the miles of distance
She can travel in smiles to unpack
Your whole ****** existence!

Man's love for you is mighty
   deep like a chalice of gold
   never knowing you're gonna show

Ever since he had a hold on you
    like alice's soul, living beneath shadows
    only in modesty, you identify

When the shivering warmth breaks
    warriors contorted and gibbering
    you don't stop their withering.

The mind profaned by arrogance
    same mistakes we salute
    man's intelligence, natures refute

Flick of an absolute switch
    ego like engine ditch
    all going out like useless tricks  

You question his durability
    the importance of schemes
    till it falls apart at the seams

Flaxen man hasn't washed in weeks
   for a tiniest pie in the sky
   can he now kiss the peaks

Oh please permit him to cry
    and when he finally breathe a long sigh
    allow your silence to speak



@copyright2015

alone together
we travel far by cars, boats and planes
so intense notes may unravel a name
only to fence up with remote pretense
entirely misfed in an asylum of social disdain

gravity is so long farthest
no matter the shuttle climbs its sharpest
beliefs and feelings have no downtime
virtual thoughts ebb across in bytes of prime
conscious uncoupling, our present no longer chimes

we play saint to inner longings
yet only acquaint in outward belongings
illusion distilled can bring godly divine
and blissful reality sometimes entwine
but rewinding old drills is dismally unkind

would not we shatter one forty to bits
rearrange this sorry state of earthlings' orbit  
mould it fast before the deranged propriety
what loss to not awaken to a safari of sobriety
altogether one.

Pablo wants to do with Matilda
what spring does with cherry trees


He longs to perfume the room
with a lately-opened bloom
when life gifted him lemons
not having, but making heaven
the best of everything's given

The milk in the fridge will whip
into smooth china silk
soon licking the dry lips
She didn't cry over the scalded milk
like he had with his love spilled.

She chose to chocolate fudge it
those essential ingredients
expediently leftover in the grudging shelf
pairs so well with plain vanilla
chemist says it is pure medicinal

Fella won't know what he's getting
from life's chocolate boxes
hidden beneath few good rocks
birds, beauty and not a beast
If only enough is as good as he feasts


Paula wants to reveal with Matthew
what autumn does with maple trees

The body has life and death
True self does not
Attain true self

Attach to the head, hand
the face, bone, looks
they are body, not “I”

True “I” has no life or death
only pure broth of essence
Simmer it

Man throws a bone  
A dog runs away with it
Truth is within sip

When the moon shows up
and the tide comes around
wild waves hit upon her
blinded sights and sounds
she gasps for lifelines
bobbing in whirlpool  
he didn't hear the breathless grasps
for crying out loud!
nowhere for righteous strife
he dug his graves with
immature misbehaves
drunken dreams has sunken  
even if compassion has cooled
she remains the great recliner's tool
loving herself
so she could never hurt others
time to put him out of source
and cast her last remorse
for mortal of his fate and force

What would he live for
if not for the letter to the customer
that he's forwarding the quote to
for a happy client is a happy profit
that he brings home for bacon
is he less of a father if there is not
a duty to perform for his family
is life meaningless if he didn’t work it?

what would a student live for
if not for the exams she's to ace
reading papers on her own volition
for quaint mathematical equation
that she may bring home a graduate  
is she less of a daughter if there is
no honors returned to her parents
is life meaningless if she didn’t learn it?

what would the couple live for
if not for the dreams they’d backpack
into future unknown as flights await
to enchanting a relationship
that brings rejuvenation to ruts
are they less of a couple if there is no
time away from the humdrum
is life meaningless if they didn’t travel it?

what would the barista live for
if not for making beans behind counter
to gay customers delighted by beverage
for which he is paid a salary to stamp his
tuition by an overworked single mom  
is he less of a barista if there is no
fees and books he’s to strive hard for  
is life less meaningful if he didn’t brew it?

what would a baby live for
if not for mommy’s milk bottles, hugs
kisses and adults’ gazes to nurture them
to crawl, walk, jump, hop scotch and cycle
to witness a blossoming  into full adolescent
is the baby less of a child if there are no
9 months to cross and milestones to check off
is life meaningless if it didn’t grow into it?