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 !

There are good death
And there are bad ways over
Mundane or momentous
Closure is a pain bipolar

To lovers, family, friends
Or old habits and memories
Our hearts of roller coasters
Point always the longest ways

All dressed up
No one to go

All dress-down
Nowhere to go

All dressed for
No body to go

when did good reason become the permanent excuse
when did stepping stone become hurdle rock
when did the great leap become blind faith
when did education become conditioned
when did simplicity become complexity
when did innocence become cynicism
when did reality become an illusion
when did advice become criticism
when did habit become havoc
when did when become why
when did how become now
when did I become 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.

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

Man builds purpose to
reveal the divine purpose
of the Universe.

Man spends most his time
fuelling furnace of progress
--  by fighting fires.

at the turn of road
much has unloaded
fountain ebbs n flows
eve and an unknown
the endless abodes
a seeking soul dwells
one shell for another
much stories to tell
a little plastromancy
and live life chancy
or settle thy roots to
fold up the parachutes

teach a kid to tie
a shoe lace is harder
loops and crossings
over and under
tricky little fingers
trying to master
then they learnt
and move on
another feather
in the cap

When the body gets
so tired of the way it feels,
renewal next life

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

It feels what it feels
No attempt to manipulate
Nor contrive of issues
Not winning or losing
Non judgmental
It leans for integrity

She hears beyond ten,
the sound of one hand clapping.
Nothing comes to mind

Business of being
is busybodying self,
needs no false witness

Mental o' pedal
tormenter love to meddle
what a nomenclature  

Left behind, acres
of forest writings. None
the wiser on walls

This life's an empty
breath.  A garden ain't here to
impress or placate.

Dumpty the great fall,
silent while branches grew tall.  
Come hear, creator

where love lays weeping
not every sleeping dog is
mine to wake, from lies

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

pure materialism
physics biology chemistry
can't explain consciousness

science and spiritualism
not imminent in converging
and remain greatly dark

math and quantum physics
spooky action from distance
the ministry of human blind spot

reductive material of science
neither instructive of spirits
nor speaks ethereal souls

with defiance we let
drill the blackest holes
in the oneness of all beings

First forgive the silence
       That answers prayer,
Then forgive the prayer
       That stains the silence.

Excuse the absence
       That feels like presence,
Then excuse the feeling
       That insists on presence.

Pardon the delay
       Of revelation,
Then ask pardon for revealing
       Your impatience.

Forgive God
       For being only a word,
Then ask God to forgive
       The betrayal of language.

Good teachers teach that
to each his own lessons learnt
at times too, unlearned

The East also teaches
one cannot lose the teacher  
til lessons are learned

Also, when the student
is ready - a teacher appears
one stores it for years

Blessed the teachers
students and pathways
with truest minds uprear

Author of Cosmic
play is so hidden behind
scenes, man writes their own.

Two in her upper
Another two, the lower
No practical use.

Three dented cars when
a tree fell in the forest
- No one was hurt

I rather wake up
to headache than to a heart
that aches without you

I rather drown in
an overactive mind than clarify
that assumptions made about you

I rather live in denial
of a mistaken love than bravely
terminate a toxic one with you

I rather escape to
a world of make-believe than
create a real one sooner for you

I rather pass out to
a state of palpable stupor than
chart to a clear future by you

life's constant journey
always tooling.willing.bleeps
precision mapping