everything you said is true
everything you say we believe
everything you do is right
but none the less you are wrong

you dont even know what is right
not even listening to what is happening
all you think is that you are right
but no! again you are wrong

its not what you say they tey believe
since you are a mockery of truth
a disguise of a eccentric liar
yes that maybe right for now

you never see whats on the other side
you only want your side to be listened
never hear what other say but boast that you are right
too bad since all you do is wrong

you are nothing but a fox
lying trying to be right when you are wrong
its not envy its insecurity
you are not even sure yet you say perfect

you think everbody hates you
but you only hate yourself
you want to be heard thats why you shout
but never the less more will stil say Insecure

you dont want to be wrong since its not you
but to think what you say to others reflects to what you are
it shows what danger you are to them
what kind of a person you are. Insecure

dont have to be deaf not to hear the words
since insecurity be gets envy
when you envy you are insecure
not know which is right and which is wrong

dont be a fool when insulting others
you might be insulting your self
not knowing the words you say
what is a person is in words of what he says

Christmas is here
Santa's been
Listen to them
Excited screams

Racing down the stars
Jumping on the spot
Excited giggles
Shouting out

Santa's been
Santa's been

Tearing open presents
Shouts of Delight
Lots of hugs and kisses
Smiles on everyone

Family gathers round
Chatter never ends
Laughter fulls the room
Kisses under the mistletoe
Raise a toast

Santa's been
Santa's been

Tucking into turkey
Hiding Brussel sprouts
Pulling Christmas crackers
Making people laugh

Merry Christmas everbody

Santa's been
Santa's been

when Noah told god,
He, was gonna save the world,
from his **** flood
(the sorry storybook, in fact, got it wrong),
god mystified, Noah well versified
how he was agonna do it,
the man with the plan
how to salve the world


two by two,
Noah replied, and that's not lied,
see below, see below,
two poems,
sorta side by side,
but not

                        

read down, across, whichever

One                 Two
           starts two,                   is multiplication,
one X two                    equals two
one boy                     one girl,
or girl                       whatever,
needs you,                       one boy
get a room,                     in an arc.
everybody just get a room
            no god,                           universal remote
one tongue,                    inside you,
misinformation,              miscue negation,
miscommunication,       no care about divides,  
                         miscegenation,                           the house rules,                    
black asian even,           white, red and blue.
got wolves,                     deer, making hay
got The Eagles,              with The Beatles
sleeping with the,          gone feral, loving
zebras,                           the lambs,
bunk mates,                  making the cutest babies.
everybody's singing,    we can work it out  
even the cats,               the dogs,
lovers of the K-nine,     loving them feline sea lions,
and now everybody loves the snakes for their
long tongues, physical abilities and the resulting
****** prowess.


enough of this two by two ****, were a bad divinity idea
to begin with.  Everybody get a room, learn to fit,
whatever parts you got, just stick 'em in.

The Hunans I had to segregate, cause they be another type.

but whoopee if the white boys can't get enough black love,
the asians explaining the karma sutra and the Eskimos are curling their toes,
yada yada how come when it comes to ***, everbody loves the other side.
When all were aboard, Noah got a beer, and said I sure hope there is some football on tv, cause everybody loves football.
If anybody sees a zebra striped pigeon, give me a holla!

...Dead bats and
rats and a hat to
cover the blood
We all dream
like whispers in the
silence of despair
Trying so hard pretending not
to be hypocrites
Laughing
when everbody else is
smiling
So we could deny the
pain and blame it for
the rain
We are people
strangers
gathering stones for a miracle
But when the hunger strikes
we feast on soil and
remember that we
all
bleed...

this accidental status, we are all very busy
to be on the lookout for, the odds are not
terrible compared to the lottery, a modest
1 in 300 million, but it’s an easy buy and bust, just a two dollar bill, two lousy singles,
for a legal purchased fantasy that’s
cheaper than a cup of coffee

but finding love is miserable murderous
murmuring mess, can be very expensive, and
exhausting too, physically and mentally,you’re swimming in shallow waters tween razor rocky coral, begging for a slice of your double sized portion of anguish

And yet,
can’t be that hard,
it is a mega billion busyness,
with no cure or satisfactory vaccine,
and the randomness can drive you
mad, make panting to-pack it in,
until your spidey sensnses tingling,
a ketchup and bitter herbs mixture,
and you’re sweating, and it’s 100% anticipation of the well known (!)
unknown risks, this easy
walkway~path in the woods,
leads you on, with marvelous views,
even babbling brooks, till you find
you’ve climbed halfway way up a mountain and to make it to the top,
it’s a rocky boulder strewn,
ankle and heart twisting road that
takes you to the grandest place and plan

oh but, boy,
where the view of the worldscape is only
fantastico, but the only way back down involves throwing yourself into a
quarry pit, full of dangerous chemicals,
that burn scars into your inside parts, invisible wounds so untreatedbly unspeakably bad and incurable
again and again,

and you say stupid things like
I can’t help myself,
what’s a matter daddy,
just want some sugar in my bowl,
and when your neck gets broke,
and it’ll take incredible processing
to just get you to walk again,
and yet
the single
odiferous scent, that amuse bouche on
your lips, and you’ll do it all again for
once monte carlo throw of the dice,
because the odds ain’t that bad,
everbody lives somebody
and given the billions of opportunities walking in just this planet,
even one in a million sounds
pretty good,
even,


very…fair

Never thought she will leave me
But I want her to like me

She know me  
But Why she left me

Will she come back to me
Or will she doesn't want me

Why everbody leaves me
And why should i think them as they are meant for me

It's lonely at the top and it's lonely at the bottom.
'Cause everone has their ups and downs.
Life isn't easy we all know that, but someone up above is looking 'round.
You gotta keep your chin up, you gotta keep a smile.
Everbody's got to have someone to love and laugh awhile.
Looking from a distance you never see alot.
You dont know what is there until it's not.
This is true my friend you really wouldn't know,
until you feel your heart break, then you feel it grow.
Treat your loved one with tenderness
and tell her that you care.
'Cause you wont know what you had, until she's not there.
There comes a time for all of us, our feelings turn apart.
We think that it's the end of love, but it's really just begun.
It makes our hearts grow stronger, and we must carry on.
We will live and love and laugh again,
because it's written in this song.
As time goes by it mends our hearts,
that's what we like to say.
But really deep inside of us it never goes away.
So I think of all the good times the two of us have spent,
and that alone will mend my heart,
'cause it's surely heaven sent.

I was just wondering how's everbody doing? The introverts, the extroverts and people not included.

Hope y'all doing well and doing some fun things.

Keep yourself happy, loved and creative.

Cya lads.

Gautam buddha was travelling a village. When he was about to pass the village , he saw many children were standing in a playground but were not playing. Out of inquisitiveness Budhha went near to them and asked them the reason for not playing their game. One of the child replied that they were not playing because their ball had gone to that direction. The boy pointed towards a big Bunyan tree and said that there a dangerous snake was hiding under the grasses of the tree. Whosoever tried to go there, had to die because of the snake bite. This is the reason why, the boy said ,not playing our game because our ball had gone under that big Bunyan tree, where the dangerous snake was hiding.

         Having heard this, Budhha started to move in the direction of big Bunyan tree. Child tried to stop Gautam Bhdhha but no body could succeed. Ultimately Gautam Budhha approached near to big Bunyan Tree. The lucid hiss sound came across his ear and within few minutes the King Cobra appeared before him.
              
           With Red Eyes King Cobra made loud hiss sound to intimidate Gautam Budhha , but of no avail. The snake was surprised with the calmness which was appearing on the face of Gautam Budhha. He tried many ways to instill fear in the mind of Gautam Budhha , but remain ineffective. At last the snake asked Gautam Budhha what was secret of this calmness and strength.

             Gautam Budhha replied he was calm because he was not looking to acquire anything. He was fearless because he never intimidate anybody. Budhha asked the snake why he was biting people and there by creating hindrance for his spiritual growth. Snake requested Budhha to teach him the ways to lead life as he also felt useless in leading such life. The snake said he himself was afraid of every body that's why he was trying to bite everybody. At last Gautam Budhha taught the snake , lesson of love and non violence and left the village.
                 The snake turned out to be true follower of Gautam Budhha. He stopped biting anybody. He started to live on only dead animals and dried fruits. He never killed anybody. Graduallay everbody started to realize that the snake has become harmless. Now any body could throw piece of rock on the body of snake. But snake never retaliate. Even children started to ***** needle in his body , but the snake, instead of biting them, used to run away. Leading the path of not harming others and non-violence costed dearly to the snake. Ultimately the body of snake became weaker and weaker and was about to die. The only desire ,the snake was nurturing ,was to see Gautam Budhha become his death.

          The sincere desire of snake shown its fruits and Gautam Budhha visited that village again. When Gautam Budhha was passing the village he saw group of children, playing under that bug Bunyan tree. The memory of the dangerous snake flickered across his mind. Gautam Budhha inquired about the dangerous snake. Children replied that the snake was no more dangerous . In fact the snake had become teeth less and harmless and was lying in his death bed. With sympathizing eye , Gautam Budhha searched for the snake and after much effort he found that snake was hiding himself in a cave near the Bunyan Tree. When Gautam Budhha asked the reason for such a condition , the snake replied that he had stopped biting anybody. He has stopped hiding anybody. Now everybody could bite him, could throw stones on his body. This was the reason how his body was injured. The snake further said but he was happy to see Gautam Budhha again.

         With tears in eyes and love in heart , Gautam Budhha said the snake that he could not understood the true meaning of non-violence. Gautam Budhha stopped the snake from biting others but not from hissing. Meaning of non-violence never warrants a person not to protect himself. While biting was prohibited but not hissing. By hissing you could have saved yourself. Gautam Budhha then advised the snake the true meaning of non-violence and left the village.

                After that the snake began hissing. Though he never bitten anybody after ward but was able to save himself.

                  In a similar fashion in our daily life also we should not harm anybody. We should not rebuke any body. But we should equally be careful that people should not take us lightly. We can hiss and not bite others. We can act to be angry without being angry.

When the red wooden floor
Meets the white cold wall
And the wheel in the ceiling hears my call
The bottle on the broken brown table
Listen to the stories of a broken mans fable

And I call and I call
But nobody answers
And I call and I call
But nobody hears

Staring down the ashtray
Looking for answers
Through the ash of yesterday
The candle and it's fire stirs
Emotions of a soul that I can't remember
It's lost and it's late november

And I call and I call
But nobody answers
And I call and I call
But nobody hears

Everbody's calling and it dissappears
Drowned in the voices and the tears
Hidden from plain sight, but oh so real

And I call and I call
But nobody answers
And I call and I call
But nobody hears

Drawing crowds
I'm the painter in the park
Where no one is around

I'm painting the trees
     In the silent sound

            And the breeze
Under the birds wings
         Is wondering
Where everbody is

I sat there brushing fades
                       And texures
In the nature of myself

   I stared at the canvas
And saw the big picture
                       With my signature
Insignificant to how it would sell

          Drawing crowds
The skinny of invisible
  Scribbled in spirals
Downward falling up

      I painted so equivocal
With an assidous passion
That oscillated
Back and forth

Yet I couldn't draw a crowd
      With faces homeostasis
In any need to stick around

    It appears it's ineluctable
I'm a fruit that's a vegetable
Someone planted in a wound
               That wouldn't sprout

   And I'm a cartoon
Animated in a cell
Of pomegranate and pale

                                I'm a hotel
Thats sleeps on the weekend
When everyone comes to town

I'm the street when your knees
       Fall and scrape the ground

                                  I am the crowd
Assembling at the foot of my doubt

I could never draw anything
              With a hope to help
              Anyone out
              Drawing crowds

Dear friends,
I’m sorry I left you in the car while you were still dreaming
I know I shouldn’t have done something like that
But the air was getting cold
And I felt so lonely

Dear friends,
I know I was a ****
blame you for everything ‘cause I was too small
and everbody was always laughing at me
and you were never there

dear friends,
I know I should call you right now
but I don’t know what to say
and I don’t want to hear what you say
and I was too angry to myself
and you make it worse

dear friends,
do you know what i’m talking about?
Of course you don’t
You aren’t my friend
You are just an illusion
And when the truth comes out
I’m the only one who gets hurt
And you were still dreaming