It's been used on the street.
Used outside of the medical
profession.
Y'know, it's an altogether
new thing.

It can be even more important
than reading the bible.
Children as young as nine
are enlighted with ritual
consumption.
Student priests. Brainchildren.

A moshing chapel, a bouncing
church.
Holy orders have volunteered.
Five groups of four. Four groups of men.

With his eyes, he asked for
water, as deep as wells.
Brain unrooted, profound psyche.

What matters now? Dawns on me.
An experiment, an experiment.

What comes back? What expands?
Everyone that you meet.
The man, the man, the man.
Your duty is not over.

The surprise is:
the cross is the drug.

Sitar sounds and biting.
Chewing and *******.
Swiss lips and big trips.
Explosions and headlines.

Brighter colours, paisley skies.
Giggling teens and sighs.
Spare ribs unite, yellow sweets.

All to do with round.
Monochromatic world turns to
dreaming and doing it all.
Everything, I can do it.

But It's all too much.
So many ties and looking to
your eyes.
Love shines and trombone slides.
Social liberations, my friend.

Feminism, it's for the doers.
Taxes, real worlds, living on it.
Escape is far worse.
Easy actions and breaking
through windows.

Use it proactively not as
recreation.
Same effect as a man getting it.
He feels it going.
Terribly uncomfortable, alone.

Escape is suicide. Lies, lies,
Exagerration, laws, again lies.
Too many idiots, not enough cooks,
Too many chefs, not enough books.

News is what has given particular
concerns with the true risks.

Mr. Illicit tells us the risks.
Accidents and Supermen and flies.
Don't believe in the invisible
trains and cars.

Mental Breakdowns are wonderful
only when it's dependant
upon the setting. Too much again.

Vortex of fear, darker sides.
Rolling and sadness.
Initially the experience was
as advertised. Ancient fossils live.

A new green, a new blue
New sunlight. A new shape.
Terrifying proportions if you
camp in the wrong field.

Lethargic pigs sliced and green.
Cartoon kinda monsters.
Hahahahahahahha, we've GOT YOU!
Negative, feelings, never again.

Secrets of the mind, they chase.
It's the mis-use. It's the bad.
It's the guilt, it's the right way
Only without respect.

The larger group,
it ruins everything for
everyone responsible. Why?
Why cant't you just ******* make
drinks illegal?
Why not cancer sticks? Sickening.

Leave love alone.
Afraid that there is more to
our doors, that haven't been opened.
Out of control? You are out of control.

As I sit upon my throne.
I enjoy the unselfish love of you.
You're not my pleasant.
Or beneath me.
You're my equal.

As I look toward your way.
I enlighted by your smile.
You're my lady.
A remarkable one at that.
A great catch.

My Queen, My love.
You're a wonderful one.
My love, My Queen.
Who gives her love to me?

You're my inspiration.
You're my heart.
You're forever be the one I love.
My lady, My Queen.
Our life is simply a living dream.

Bailful fairness sudders one
From reality and fantacy...
Wanny visage enlighted:
By eyes of a cockatrice,
Never, to judge nor protest against.

How I have love thee?
Soon, to be forgotten by,
Leaving to be languished and,
Purged of love.
Love?
Never releases thé flying White Dove

Acts of Diana, knowingly brought me
Down like Juliet
For love is not love,
Without sacrifise?

Left, bewitched for amercing time,
Left, with the conceit of bestowing one's prescence once more.

Only,
To find the gall will,forsooth,
Gallop forth the next life...
For I have loved you always.

just wait here
buddy
mr officer is speaking now
and do you wonder
with all this first person second hand third generational
talk do you think
i am who i say i am?
i could be
a dog in a suit
barking but no one cares
a man in uniform
beats rock paper and scissors
to a point
where you think there'd be a problem
with society
and it's reasons for religion
like it's just a myth
this true reality
when it's obscured by the light of the supposed enlighted
and yeah
the rules will break
like a fracture in a cast
and they'll laugh
because it's embarrassing
to be human and all
when all else
appears giftly
magic
grab a mic this show's on the road

Have you ever fallen from no height,
Heard the angels lie,
Broke at babies eyes.

Risen like the sun,
Settled like A storm,
Had skin burnt by the moon,
Stayed awake dusk till dawn.

Then you must find the middle path,
The enlighted way that will last.
Find the balance of your mind,
Worry not of your time.
We must share what we know,
Then A peaceful future we could grow.

Listen learn then go onto teach,
Your mind has no limit of its reach.
Leave behind any extremes,
Moderate all of your needs.
Act upon love,
Speak for tranquility,
To fulfill your true capabilities.
Think of yourself and think of others,
To finally unfold all of life’s covers.

Until then we must witness our own down fall,
Pledge and join him when the changes call.

I Lament and Cry ,

Why FAther, Why ???

Does Your Creation March to the Drum Of Death and damnation

Automated machines of A New Age Nation

Prosperity , wealth, instant gratification
lets not forget
Status, health and fornification

Dont upset the apple cart
and Dont burst that bubble
Dont Share the Word cause that just be trouble

Science and Technology have the answers
they are enlighted beings ?
a superior consiousness of the hive mind
they are plugged in and jacked up

Their eyes are no longer windows to the soul
but mere reflections of a certain type of flickering screen.

Unicorns , Dragons and Third eyes

These Automated machines of A New Age Nation.

I’ve lost my aspiration.
The bottoms fallen out of my foundation.
To the extend I can measure
I’ve had more pain than I’ve had pleasure.

People rain on my potential.
They have reasons, spiritual and existential.
They’re high-brow and dogmatic.
They frighten me when they become fanatic!

What’s the point in conversation?
There’s no free speech when there’s dictation.
I won’t answer to any buddha.
They’re mouths, the size of a barracuda.

Pointing fingers as they question.
I won’t be drafted in someone’s obsession.
The meek are the sorest.
I’ll live my last days out in the forest.

I am walking in a garden of roses
They are beautiful, as they are blooming filled with color and life
They could take anyone's breath away
But not mine
To me they are all the same
To me they are just flowers
Because i am searching for one rose
The one that i can never find
Being in the depths of the dirt
Maybe some new roses has grown out of her
But they can never be as breathtaking as she was
The most beutiful rose of them all
She has withered many years ago
I remember when i first saw her
She was full of sharp thorns, yet she was enchanting, almost...
Almost inviting me to go there to take a bath in her mesmerizing blue aura
That day she was as blue as the sky in a fresh spring morning
I dived into her sky flooting all over it
Without even my recognition i became enlighted as never before
Then Nüx has blessed the azure with her captivating, yet dangerous kiss
But i promised her to come back once every month
The next month when i saw her she looked like a river in the deepest woods
Then one month later she looked liked a small lake on the top of a snowy mountain
Then she looked like a never ending ocean
Then she looked like a stormy night
And everytime when i saw her she got a bit darker
She was still fetching but she has changed
She wasn't that playful and lovely anymore
Then one day when i went to see her all i could see was her black petals and her dead flowers battleing with the old pictures in my mind of her blooming with turquise clarity
So i got my self a knife
And i cut her blackened throat
I was bleeding all over because of her spikes but i didn't care
I digged her a grave in the middle of the garden of roses
Put her in to the dirt and covered her with my tears and blood
It was exactly ten years ago
Now i am free again and i came back here
And yes i am sure
The last time alive she was just as black as the dirt around her now
As the garden of roses surrounds us i can feel their jealous looks
But i don't care about it
I just lay my head next to grave
Next to my beloved one
And now i am just as black as the dirt too
And i will stay here with her
Forever now

And so the creature spoke.
So beautifully clever he was,
So willingly and undocile.
Carring within a death body
and a beating heart.
And so the creature talked.
So pleasent his voice was,
So smooth and vile.
He was aiming so hard,
for the love to have.
And so the creature waited.
Screaming and hating
for his creator, making.
And so, she suddenly raised,
So demonly enlighted
So deliciously enchanted.
And although he wanted her
She will ever hate it.

I love you because I do not know how not to.  I love that you have merged between my heart and my soul and how you continue to melt there. I like to imagine when we are at the most gentle of ease, but then I just picture as, doing whatever we please. The gifts of warm, radiant of heat that roles off to you to me is what I crave at night. Just like how you linger through the corners of mind, I want you. I need nothing other than you. To break down these stones and grow with you. Intertwin within your vines. And yet Your shadows are always be hind me and I am not sure weather to be scared or enlighted. I gues we will see.

The lesson in a book
I have read,
the journey
across the four corners
to refresh
the saddened soul
that always
stayed hollow
a big gap
to fill....

for the time unknown
this gap widened
as I tried narrowing
with my futile efforts
I learned
from all the books.

then, I read
a book
that
the nature publishes
on each branch of a tree,
in the soul of a worm
hiding under a pebble,
and a sparrows' search
for such worms
for stomachful meals
for the day
before joining a flock
to present a scenic beauty
on sky's canvas.

And in its each word
decoded
a feeling of lightness
enlighted
the sad soul
giving a feeling of ecstasy
and I sang a song
of  the fullest enjoyment
playing a flute
of my imagination
disconnected...
from earthly matters
..........................
yet connected
to away and away
beyond
where
beauty reighns
both in thoughts and actions
when cosmic energy,
in its glitz, is
unparalleled, unrivaled

Narinder Bhangu

A Thousand Voices

Create a symphony of solutions
(confusion.)
The fearful friend
(misery loves company they say),
exclaims, Don’t do it! You’ll be
lonely the rest of your life.
The spiritual guru
(enlighted, so listen, right?)
peacefully proposes, Just
observe, the answer is within you.
The realistic pal
(reminding me I still have work to do),
proclaims, You’ll be wishing for
what you had once he’s gone.
The conniving critique
(you will hear what I have to say),
shouts, You’re such a failure!  
No wonder you can’t be loved.
The spokeswoman for the quarter-life crisis
(my potential!)
whispers, Get it right.  This is your
only chance in the game of life.
The satisfied sidekick
(change is harder than comfort),
sermonizes, You’re happy enough.
You need to count your blessings.

There was a loving being
I bet you my heart I liked her
Her way was to smiling always be seen
To be for her was an art enlighted

The way of life
The one good God
Ended what she had
Ended went to God

Now she is gone way for pain
She'd the tears or go insane

Voice not to be heared
An economic of her laughter in my mind
The way she stared
This leads me to believe life isn't kind.