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!

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

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.

Doctor Strange said to
Spiderman “Don’t bug me”in a
multi-spider-verse.

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!

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

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

In soul and solitude retires
the wheel of life takes a pause
to see what have we admire
and to choose in our renewal
letting go of old compulsions or
caught up in the ruts of old desires

Do we step out of hungry minds
or retreat into mindful oneness
the tree of life that grows inner
a divine law that guides thus
to our inward journey, is the
spiritual exodus that awaits us

Accept the transcendence of
the experience, we will yet
discover new life buried
secretly and vagulately in us
truly, that breath we are 
a freed-om leads to freedom.

Twelve kids plus monk coach
Caved in for meditations
Survived the ordeal
Kentucky fried chicken and
Less homework. Happy birthday!

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

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

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

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

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

Mark him, carefully
He's the face sucker expert
VR cyberian

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? "

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

Equality is treating
everyone the same
Equity is giving
everyone the same
chance to advance
society's severest test

Sometimes sighted
ones has to be given
the braille test
including the jury
for a wrong righted
affrights no one

Past is the fetter
that's kept my kingdom tethered
says Prince Kim Jong Un

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

I don't lie
to waste my time
Proving something that's
easy for me to do
If you can't catch me
when I still care
You won't have a look,
a call, a text
That's fair
Once I exit of our
common thread
This makes it easy for us
to move on  
sans sentimentality
For I always give my
party every chance fair
to make  
dancing decision
Once all's said and done
it comes from deep
inside a wise heart
Unless yours aren't
in which case
you shouldn't be
mine

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

the god reaches the height of outrageous
and all flee cradles are now in cages
wrap with america's love in all this foil
add zero tolerance, vinegar with oil
nevermind papa are lacking the wages
baby ******* diapers in ops pied pipers
so humanity rage pages to teach all ages
as super agent dancing on loopholes table
just act savages, break'em up like marriages
mother of all separations and isolations
not a **** to refugees let alone day give
drown in this cruelty or tour of its duty
goodbye sanity, welcome cry to show reality
trump the wall, let contagious truth be its fall

Is Galileo, Einstein
or Hawking the cleverest?  
None knows everything

city changes fast
ferris wheel and taste of steel
all the repeat deals  
dumb pretty says committee
keep citizens unhappy

the origins of unhappiness
and all sufferings are from
human psychology
going inside you
forgiveness

the origins of happiness
is relinquish all mind made
commentaries to what's
going around you
acceptance

The children howling
for refuge seeking parents
lovingly foiled

How long, how long, in infinite pursuit
Of this and that endeavor and dispute?

From the Rubaiyat of Omar Khayyam
a recurring theme that life is brief
never let autumn leaves pass in grief
merriment is precious,  love and beauty
bears repeating, is here in fleeting moments
they exist for us to appreciate, to live is your duty
it is never clever to be weighed down with woes
ask one who knows, go for rainbows as they rose

Better be merry with the fruitful grape
Than sadden after none, or bitter fruit.

Bull paused for strength in
querencia, matador killed
it, comfortably

Seek understanding
first, and most truth will reveal
is self preservation

picture ****, image
scam and body envy, like
pretty lined canals
of amsterdam, neither a
dam i give nor gram i take

you carry virus
that will spread and harm others
sorry, mosquitoes

The great light of Gibran once shed
Between what is said and not meant
And what is meant and not said
Most of love is lost
I say hundred percent
Be bold, timely and clear
Express intent and excess prevent
Make that part of life well spent
Sum of more merits --  I guess

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

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?

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

Leave things open to
happen, simultaneously
waiting to reject it  

Manipulating
the tools, to justify the
truth, twisted to deny

Pretend a happy
giver, but resent taken
without strings attached

Choice is up to you
but get what I truly want
my fiendish intents

Play overt anger
a challenge to test your care
madman's despair

Mental stilettos
best to watch from the bleachers
be a spectator

bring along your heart
face its fetters and fears
come to her, near and bare
turn to the moonglade, is there

what part has one played
of accountability and flight
lost in twilight and moment
that one cannot see, so torment

what is keeping you unfair
out of the love one deserves
be a master you love to serve
see how much of it unnerves

leave nostalgia of the past  
as glowing path never go astray
is just one fallen heart away
to a place calling one to stay

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!