march to march
the light and the sun above
us are in the same position
but we’re different
the atmosphere keeps us here
a sphere of safety
given unconditionally
where all the things can be
and listen to the beat, it seems to be
holding me down, i don’t want to
fly away, but i feel that way
even with my atmosphere
they say i shouldn’t interfere
but i’m floating away, farther each
day to a place I don’t know and don’t
want to go, take my hand be my beat
keep me safe but let me go
keep me with you, i won’t forget you

Take me back to when top hats were like business suits
When the white moths had become black with filth
When the Thames was brown like the rotted teeth of beggars
And not just because of the mud
When the Irish and the Slavic were exotic
When London was Birmingham
When Birmingham was Liverpool
When Liverpool was a country village
When there were millions
And yet they were still so innocently oblivious
Take me to the city clothed in black
For there was always a funeral somewhere
London
The noisy factories
And crowded slums
The fear that the cold brings
The pain that disease brings
The real London
The honest London
The dark, deadly London of my nightmares
Every narrow, dimly-lit alleyway dripping with **** and blood
Full of criminals and drunks
Ominous dark brown bricks
The suffocating stink that follows you wherever you go
Cursing, begging
Lifting, cuffing, gaffing, looting, nicking, pinching, swiping, thieving, pilfering, pillaging
Hundreds of words for stealing
Where the poor are painfully poor
Where every woman that smiles at you is a *******
Corpses lying in the streets
Next to gas lamps
The only beacons of light
People packed into bedrooms like chickens
Sleeping on the string

Highly disturbing
But it's best not to interfere
For someone else will deal with it
Industry and decency will save us all

There is no trace of that now
Except the noble stone buildings
Commissioned by the corrupt

This is my fear and obsession

We should not let our brain interfere with our mind
because what good comes there out of thinking
when you were somewhere inbetween floating and flying
in somewhat a third dimension of wonders, without moving an inch of your body.
We have the power to become and be nothing at the same time by just letting our mind go on adventures while our brain will distract us with thoughts and do we really want those when we at last can get a break?
We should allow ourselves to sometimes let go and let the fantasies take us to the inner places of space.
Our inner galaxies will speak louder to us than any thought that reminds us of what we now forgot to get at the grocery store or how we did not do our work properly enough.
The responsibilities are binding us forcefully together so we mentally can't move comfortably.
Inside our own universe we are only bound to be free.

We are a dangerous lot
We play a dangerous game
We know this…. But keep at it all the same

We are wild, not tame
We roam this vast, wild, sometimes friendly… sometimes unfriendly… plain
This sun scorched wilderness, this rough terrain

We get to carry a burden, such a heavy load
To work our way up the food chain
Life is a ragged road

To stand up and face a predator
While still preying on vulnerable prey
This is how it is, the law of the jungle

This line doesn’t belong here right? Still... I should probably end it with something that rhymes, like ‘pray’

The law of the strong
The jaw that can snap a neck bone
The claw of the jungle

The dominant ones have their way… it’s quite clear
The lesser ones will cower in fear
And those that spectate watch from a distance, and do not interfere

Let nature take its course
I have said enough, I await your feedback, for  this poem was metaphorical and not literal… of course
And so, kindly, if you will... engage me, the author, in profound discourse.

She took a chance
   for some romance.
A scary task it would be.

The ups and downs did quite abound,
  but the final outcome she did see.

Was it luck or fate that did transpire,
  a hand to guide or intuition to interfere,

She found her match, due to her perseverance,
  and now she has her catch.

The lonely nights, they still occur,
  with less frequency.
Life as a single girl, is just a hazy blurr.

I found her bright and beautiful hiding in plain sight
When we met it was immediately set; it felt so right
We only had met in person for one day and one night
But if she asked me to stay forever I just might
There was no time; no space
Nothing but the two of us in that place
Two souls touching with caring grace
While everything around us faded away
With her I would forever stay
There is no doubt I will love her every day
Do my best to make her happy in every way
Because she means so much to me
We understand eachother in ways hard to believe
It might not be easy but I couldn't see
Something so beautiful wash out to sea
With her forever is where I want to be
My love and I, we have been hurt before
She doesn't deserve to be hurt any more
And the kindness she shows makes me so sure
That hurt is not what my future has in store
She means more to me than words can express
She deserves the best and I will give her nothing less
There is no thing on this earth
That could stop me from reaching her
Her kindness and humor is what I've always looked for
No mountain too high or distace too great
Could interfere with what can only be fate
She has a beautiful soul
I'll never let it go
She takes me as I am
She opens her heart to understand
And it's like I've known her my whole life
It seems like I've known her from the beginning of time
She opened her heart to me and offered it freely
And the she knows that she has mine
It won't be easy; relationships are never easy
But its so nice knowing we will be fine
I have never been so incredibly happy
This love is so amazingly devine
We have waited for all time
For this moment when our shooting stars collide
For this perfect moment
Where I am yours and you are mine

We hug ourselves
We massage ourselves
We comfort ourselves
We think of ourselves
We plan ourselves
We change ourselves
We advocate ourselves
We drive ourselves
We control ourselves
We council ourselves
Only we understand ourselves
We would die for ourselves
We love ourselves

We critique ourselves
We revise ourselves
We right ourselves
We push ourselves
We antagonize ourselves
We tear ourselves apart
We humiliate ourselves
We doubt ourselves
We hurt ourselves
We weaken ourselves
We beat ourselves up
We interfere with our own business
We resent ourselves
We don't understand ourselves
We burn ourselves
We cut ourselves
We tap ourselves
We laugh at ourselves
Our scrambled thoughts trip us up
We give ourselves up
We destroy ourselves
We **** ourselves
We hate ourselves

I WAS WALKING IN THE STREETS OF HAWKER, AND THE RAIN STARTED POURING

HEAVILY, I HATED THE IMAGE I WAS GETTING, LIKE MY OLD LOOKING UP DISORDER COMING BACK

WHICH MADE ME FEEL UNCOMFORTABLE, I HATE THIS TREATMENT, YOU SEE

PEOPLE, I WANT TO LIVE MY OWN LIFE, I AM GETTING MY LOOKING UP BACK, BUT IT MAKES ME FEEL

TOTALLY WEIRD, I WISH I CAN GET A MAGIC WAND AND RID THIS STUPID DEMON, FROM INSIDE OF ME

IT IS ME IMPROVING MY LIFE, IT IS ME LOVING MY LIFE, IT IS ME PAYING TOO MUCH ATTENTION

TO THE FUCKEN VOICES AROUND ME, I MEAN COSMIC VOICES, I HATE BEING FORCED TO LOOK UP

BY THE FORCES OF TECHNOLOGY, I HAVE TO RID THIS DEMON, FROM, INSIDE OF ME, BACK IN 1999

I HEARD MY BROTHERS VOICE IN PERTH, SAYING, YOU ARE NEVER GOING TO BE CUT OUT TO BE ONE OF US

AND I HATE PEOPLE THINKING, I CAN HANDLE IT, I CAN’T, I AM A PERSON WHO LOVES TECHNOLOGY

I DON’T WANT MY LOOKING UP DISORDER BACK, NO, I WANT PEOPLE TO RESPECT ME, AS A PERSON

WHO MADE A FEW MISTAKES, I DON’T WANT TO BE A GARDENER ANYMORE, AND I HATE LEAD, THEY ARE

TOTA\L KOOMARRI’S, I HATE THESE VOICES FROM MY GRANNY AND NANNY, AND DAD, AND ALL THE DEAD PEOPLE

I AM LIVING MY LIFE AS A COMPUTER AGED **** KID, WHO HAS A PASSION FOR ART, I DON’T WANT TO BE TREATED

LIKE A SHYPERSON, I WANT TO BE TREATED LIKE A MAN, WHO HAS FUN, IN ANY SORT OF WAY,

I LIKE ENJOYING MY LIFE, AND DEALING WITH THE PRESSURES OF LIFE, I WANT TO RELAX BY THE COMPUTER

AND MAYBE GRAB A CAN OF COKE, TO SPLASH AROUND, I HATE BEING CALLED A WOOSEY, A SPAZ OR A GEEK

BUT I AM NOT A COMPUTER GEEK, I AM A COMPUTER **** KID, MAN, I AM SEEING MY LOOKING UP DISORDER

CREEPING BACK, BUT HOPEFULLY IT WON’T INTERFERE, WITH MY FUTURE ACTING, I AM GOING ON YOUTUBE

EVERY MORNING, AND I AM PREPARED TO SAVE PEOPLE FROM KILLING THEMSELVES, EVEN IF IT MAKES IT FEEL HARD

PLEASE LEAVE ME BE, TO UNDERSTAND MY WEIRD HEAD, I DON’T WANT THESE VOICES, BUT SOMETIMES, I HAVE

TO RECEIVE THESE VOICES, IT’S HARD TO UNDERSTAND WHY PEOPLE WANT ME TO HAVE THESE VOICES IN MY HEAD

BETTER SHUT UP YOU BIG *******

Hey this is your Baby Dino speaking loud and clear
Don't fear my dear what may be scary now, because soon your vision will clear
Wipe away those tears, I don't want to see them, I promised a great year
Remember New Years, I said I'd adhere to us and I was being sincere
If I'm unclear, close your eyes and reopen them, I'm still here
Unlike Houdini I will not disappear. So turn that frown upside down and replace it with cheer
Listen close as I whisper in your ear, we're in this together like two atoms that cohere
I know that I'm not as cute as others but steer cause your hands are on the shift gear and if I'm mistreated it will be severe
My heart races rapidly like an auctioneer and I don't want to interfere
We're aeronautical engineers concerned that our place might not be able to fly
The Wright brothers didn't give up on their first design
Patience. Wait in line at a decline but we will be fine
We may crash but our fingers will be intertwined always coming out on cloud nine
Our story has a crazy plot line and you're not the supporting role, climbing up the vine
I'll be on the front line to take the damage and don't shake your head at me because the bull is MY sign
I may be hot but bring out the red cape and I'll be hot headed leaving nothing left but the enemies chalk line
Bottom line is that I'll always have your back so you might as well recline
We say not to cross lines but in order to finish the race you have to get through it
The radical sign is in front of our problems so we need to get to the root of them this time
Apart we are two pieces but together a beautiful design

It was something for me
Why’d you interfere?
Leave me alone
Just disappear
It was my hobby
Why’d you have to jump in?
Could’ve sworn there was a wall
Wall must’ve been thin
Why couldn’t you have stayed
In your own little chat
Left ours alone
And let that been that
I know I’m sounding selfish
But this thing was mine
Why couldn’t you stay out
Then everything would be fine
I was just feeling free
Now you’ve come along
Why did you do that?
Everything’s gone wrong

August 11th

How am I so smart to endure my head's turns or locks inside a box.

With some worth forgetting.

My erecting
inessential to come, we've all waited.

The diet of cowards.

The invisible exercises in...

New Guinea
New York
Japan
France

Gaining

Exonerated

Senators.
Wives.
Daughters.


Over years or weeks.

A lot to hold in. I'm here.
A lot to hold on to.


A pint.
Three.

Jigger.


Fly into roses, Broken Wing Heartache.


Later on...


It is only one small amount of sweat.
A pool filling and shifting with each of my breast's breaths.

Now maybe I can tell myself why I care.

It is you.
A leg paler.
A chipped smile.
A new thing with nothing shamed.

Time for a movie.

A bright future.
Fuzzy dream.

Picture you and I waking.
Picture the naked light.

Witness your hollows.
Amount short.

Void transaction.

Pay once.

Enter the transaction void.



Two beers and one or just one shot of one fifty one later...


Do the days go by and call your name?


No they don't register a mood.

A look see.
A look see reveals all of these new found memories.

But our memory is low and hazy.


Baby.
Oh beautiful showmanship, tell me...

Of love.
Of youth.
Of my eyes.
My hair.

My unbroken bones.

My perfect *****.

My golden hair.

My tan.

My ability to hold and stay

not too warm or dry

not too cold or wet.


Your tomb.
Undisturbed.

And now I wait.

For you to warm.

Oh it is you.

Only you.


I will recite also.

In regrets of my open heart.

Strange that father holds his chest in staples later than I.


I spoke of you.

To blood ancient and blood to see.


You know.
Or you don't.


I.
Here in new clothes.


Waiting beside the museum.
Under the cold window.


For you to interfere.

As close as I am.


And then you apperceive.

Love.


You appear love.

Did you forget me, my dear?
I know I've always been a backup plan
I know I'll always be there
When your world fails to turn.
You take me for granted
And of this, I am aware
So why does it unnerve me
Or bring me surprise when we stop talking
For days, weeks, months at a time
We don't interfere in each other's lives.
Then one day, one random day
We drip, drip, drop everything for each other
Did you forget about me, my dear?
This was bound to happen
It's less about forgetting
And more about selectively
Choosing not to remember.

The night is safe. Come
Whatever goes wrong
you did what you could do

Come. You want too much
love and appreciation
from others for each other

and fewer regulations
fewer regulators
who interfere

and, like puppets
decide your fate
Mistakes are forbidden

They're in the system
and that's being worked on
Come. Over is the day

in which the seed lies
the seed of your fear
Your gluttonous love

Right I want you to put all your negative thoughts into a bottle.
What sort of bottle.
Doesn’t matter what sort.
***** bottle do.
Jesus, yes.
Okay I’ve ran out of room.
You’re so predictable.
Just like you last night, standards are dropping.
That’s because I knew you were coming for a session today.
Think how I feel, all my thoughts in a bottle of *****.
Maybe I should hypnotise you.
How do I know you won’t interfere with me, you read about these things.
Take my word for it, I’m going to send you to sleep, then I’m going to join you.
How does that help me if we’re both asleep, you got a bit of telepathy going on here.
Yes, I’m going to put you into a trance, see if we can find you another guy.
What sort of guy are we talking about, I mean, I’ve already hit rock bottom with you.
Well in that case, we should be able to fix you up quite quickly.
I don’t know, what if he doesn’t understand my quirky sense of humour.
He’ll dump you then.
What, can he do that, just discard me, and me a broken woman already.
Afraid so, but then you can find another guy, and another.
My God, I’ll be the talk of the town, my bottle will be overflowing.
Just relax, breathe in, breathe out, stop doing that.
Doing what.
You’re thrusting your chest out, do you know what sort of guy that’ll attract.
Someone like you.
You don’t want to attract someone like me, you want someone dynamic, someone who’ll take you away from all this.
Have you got someone in mind.
Yes, I was talking to this nice chap in the Asylum yesterday.
Why is he in the Asylum.
He killed a snail.
My God, they put you in the Asylum for that.
No, he’s in for using a flamethrower.
What’s the snail got to do with it.
That was the trigger point.
So what happens if I upset him and it triggers something and he goes mad.
It won’t, I told him to put all his negative thoughts into your bottle.

It's as gorgeous to see the first stick with a sharp rock at the tip, as well as the last mirror polished heavily ornamented spear someone used to try and ****** another human in the name of that quest for greatness, and remember that somewhere in between Jesus Christ was nailed to a flagpole and stuck with the same instrument.
      "Lives Forever."
      To some rate we stopped making weapons to **** mankind, and started building weapons with the destructive power to **** entire branches of thought, philosophy, ideas, and religions. We committed to Hiroshima to tell the world, "Your future is ours." We committed to Iraq and Afghanistan to say, "Thou shalt not interfere with the moral ambiguity of the nuclear superpowers." We fight the idea of terror abroad with real weapons to unrighteously protect the idea of freedom here, dead black men and children in the streets, and in their own homes.
      
      I'm no longer surprised what little effort it took me to stay alive.

      A friend comes to me lovingly and spitefully because they are depressed. Life is hard. People are cold. Nearly every lover requires a stroke to the ego that tells them they are special or great. We build God in the people we ****, and we're baptized in our ******, not the draining of fluids, but the soft verse that "reminds" us we are "objectively good."

       "Pillowtalk; the prayer for forgiveness."
       She comes to me for forgiveness twice and disappears forever. Jacob calls it, "ghosting". It's casual, really.
       They say the universe is comprised of strings sometimes and it sounds like an idea writers can ******* into dust, but I think they do well connecting human bodies without; part metaphor, part science.
      I attend a party and flirt with a stranger. She says we met before. I make out with her friend. She appears out of nowhere. I flirt with her again. I make out with her friend again. Her friend rubs her hand over my pants around the outline of my steel hard **** and hangs her mouth open to girlishly illustrate shock at her own action. We don't ****.
      I finish twelve hours later into the mouth of an amateur **** artist/cam girl and kindergarten teacher for the second time. Her uber driver told her how ****** took the life of his wife and best friend. We laugh at this. We fall in love to some extent.
      I had a dream I saw my father in a hospital bed and told him I forgave him despite my actions. I wake up fully comprehending that he will die without a son.
     I write haiku for a year because everything else lacks structure.

I will not interfere with your relationships.
I respect you too much for that.
But if I hear that someone is hurting you.
I will not hesitate to keep the promise I made to you.

This is not my home,
Blame narcissism; what I bring to the table is balance and I’m not alluding to table salt,
Credited Shiva when fables taught;
So why am I alone?

To the left are the people I left,
I can even summarize as past,
Their decisions were based off right removing rights,
This is an act of freedom;
Feeling obligated to honor a name,
The illusion is last,
As of right now,
I exist in between,
It’s during the experience, that I wonder…

Sooo, why am I alone?

When I lay eyes on a female, I want her to feel disrespected,
It’s important that a female is aware of her insecurities,
It’s important that she sees the disconnection, impurities, her own reflection,
Buddy want his hotdog wet; thought ejects*,
Natural selection,
Buddy want the Top Dog vest,
I’m baffled, I only guide a confession,
I’m eliciting the potential,
Pushing a resurrection,
Sharing; passing lessons,
Sparking questions,
My love you’re in the box, I want you to be free; Change of perception,
They fed you food for regressions and impressions,
Polarity rings; I’m attracted to the curves, the body’s expression,
That musty smell of oppression/depression,
How could you blame me for wanting to interfere,
I hate MEN; I’m calling progressive…

FLO here,
For lovers only,

Love is what I’ve been giving since birth, and I don’t expect a return,
People show hate; universe translation (twenty years later),
“Tough love”; discerned,

I laugh daily, that is the outcome of pain,
Me wearing colors was the outcome of being plain,
I made a choice; no longer was the same,
I can honestly relate to Jane,
Feminism is misconceived these days; point was a healthy balance of both carries no shame,
It’s unknown, separate from the game,
Adiyogi Shiva; Transcendental if omming the name…

I always wonder if I’m narcissistic; I love people unconditionally, there’s no reason why I should ever feel alone.

70

“Arcturus” is his other name—
I’d rather call him “Star.”
It’s very mean of Science
To go and interfere!

I slew a worm the other day—
A “Savant” passing by
Murmured “Resurgam”—”Centipede”!
“Oh Lord—how frail are we”!

I pull a flower from the woods—
A monster with a glass
Computes the stamens in a breath—
And has her in a “class”!

Whereas I took the Butterfly
Aforetime in my hat—
He sits ***** in “Cabinets”—
The Clover bells forgot.

What once was “Heaven”
Is “Zenith” now—
Where I proposed to go
When Time’s brief masquerade was done
Is mapped and charted too.

What if the poles should frisk about
And stand upon their heads!
I hope I’m ready for “the worst”—
Whatever prank betides!

Perhaps the “Kingdom of Heaven’s” changed—
I hope the “Children” there Won’t be “new fashioned” when I come—
And laugh at me—and stare—

I hope the Father in the skies
Will lift his little girl—
Old fashioned—naught—everything—
Over the stile of “Pearl.”

I only wish to see the artist play
a game that does not interfere with this.
A portrait of a mind that doesn’t stay
in line with what is taught to all our kids.
A nuclear weapon set to self destruct
a tiny tear in threadless high design
an addict who is honest to the rug
to which he whispers into every night.
I want to see the artist make a dent,
to smash the frame until it’s fine enough
to form into a line he might regret
and breathe it in until he can’t stand up.
How obvious the stakes become, at last
when every perfect piece is printed fast.

Just as I was about to take my shoes, off of the rooftop there I see, A girl with braided hair there before me. Despite myself I go and scream, "Hey! Don't do it please!" Woah wait a minute, what did I just say? I couldn't care less either way. To be honest, I was some what ******. This was an opportunity missed. The girl with braided hair told me her woes. You've probably heard it all before. "I really thought that he might be the one, but then he told me he was done." For God's sakes please! Are you serious? I just can't believe that for some stupid reason you got here before me! Are you upset cause you can't have what you wanted? You're lucky that you've never gotten robbed of anything! "I'm feeling better, thank you for listening." The girl with braided hair then disappeared.

"Alright today's the day!" Or so I thought. Just as I took both of my shoes off, there was but a girl short as can be. Despite myself I go and scream. The petite girl told me her woes. You've probably heard it all before. "Everyone ignores me, everyone steals. I don't fit in with anyone here." For God's sakes please! Are you serious? I just can't believe that for some stupid reason you got here before me! Cause even so, you're still loved by everyone at home. There's always dinner waiting at the the table you know! "I'm hungry." Said the girl, she shed a tear. The girl short as can be then disappeared.

And like that, there was someone everyday. I listened to their tales, I made them turn away. But yet there was no one who would do this for me, no way I could let out all this pain....

For the very first time there I see, someone with the same pains as me. Having done this time and time again, she wore a yellow cardigan. "I just wanna stop the scars that grow every time that I go home. That's why I came up here instead." That's what the girl in the cardigan said. Woah wait a minute, what did I just say? I couldn't care less either way. But in the moment I just screamed something that I did not believe. "Hey! Don't do it please!" What to do?! I can't stop this girl, oh this is new! For once I think I've bitten off more than I can chew! But even so, please just go away so I can't see, your pitiful expression is just too much for me! "I guess today is just not my day." She looked away from me and then she disappeared.

There's no one here today, I guess it's time. It's just me, myself, and I. There's no one who can interfere. No one to get in my way here. Taking off my yellow cardigan, watching my braids all come undone, this petite girl short as can be, is gonna jump now and be free.

Though the days are now bygone
When we used to blabber on and on
When I used to sit in my balcony
And think about committing this felony
To be in love with this nightingale
So sweet was the voice of this female

And it went on and on
Until we lost control of our own
When the expectations rose to such a height
That we started to talk until midnight

I hardly used to hear her words
As I was lost in her chords
Because I have never saw a person so cloying
That to get her, I would keep myself ploying

Now I know, what was my fault
To bring on her and myself, such an assault
If I had the option, to do it all again
I still wonder, would I like to keep it sustain?

What I miss now most, is your gn and bye
And with equal amount, your hello and hi
Do you know, what I like to do in my freetime?
Is to think of all the things I would say to you, incase you had been mine

I know that, I have not been such a good a friend    
But I never expected things to come to such an end
I tried my best to let our relationship extend
But life had to take, some another bend

I no longer enjoy these winds and rain
Because you have left me insane
Pondering about, what you would be doing over there
But I do not call, thinking, who am I to interfere?

Was this just the play of time?
That you left me, suffering in this famine
And now you have become so distant
That to call me, you have become so reluctant?

You dont know, how I miss you now
As all I feel now, is this death so slow
Let me tell you, as we draw to this end so nigh
That your iloveyou to me , was so big a sigh
That you became, the ******* of my high.

Sitting closely to the lavender
Who looks to the mackerel sky
Right next to the bird feeder
And has a golden twinkle in its eye
Is the tiny Forget Me Not, bluer than blue
With a tiny black dot.
Sheltering under the striped bamboo
In a cool shady spot.
She knows a thing or two
She comes back here twice a year
Its roots buried with the Yew
Where no gardener can interfere.
When the sun appears
And the clouds soften
After the rain clears
Which is not that often.
The Forget Me Not will remember
When the dark nights fall
It will be watching by the wall.
In early September

The memory star shined forth.  It was a memory remembered. It started to trigger other memories as more and more stars lit up in this dying spiral of a galaxy.  Life was coming back.  The addiction was fading into the light.  I then entered the star memory alone leaving behind my guardian celestial star owls behind.  They will serve as a beacon for me to return to.  As I enter the star I am present at the memory he remembers. The memory was of him holding his daughter for the first time.  He looked into her eyes as she looked into his.  She them grasped his finger with her small little hand.  It was then I saw her grow up in an instant. This was all the other memories that this one had triggered.  Beautiful moments after beautiful moments kept me flowing through his memories.  As I travelled on through such beautiful memories I noticed that something else was there with me.  A shadow without casting. A darkness present in the light.  A sad shade of darkness.  The addiction also has found a way into his memories.  It was far from gone.  I am not suppose to interfere with memories.  Doing so could trap me here making our mind we live in go crazy.  And that's exactly what the addiction wanted.  So that he could turn back to it and it can consume him.   If I do not fight the addiction within his memories it will begin to darken them and slowly he will forget again.

I have met with Death, it showed no care for me:
It looked me face to face, but left me alone.
Suppose it knows Life's plan for me
And knows he cannot interfere...
Yet.
Life and I run away from him.
I antagonize it and Life challenges me.
And Death? He sits back watching the show.
When he comes for me, if it is before my beloved,
I will push and fight and kick and scream
And will not
go.

Control your mind absolutely
And chase your goal resolutely
When temptations interfere
Never allow them at all near

By using colossal will-power
Take bath in patience-shower
Try to get that which is a must
Your mind this attitude will dust

Greed will invariably spoil
It leads to a useless toil
Contentment preserves
As it perfectly serves

When your desires increase
You gradually lose peace
Which is the most precious
So in your needs be cautious

Not that you must never expect
But, limited needs greatly protect
If your wants severely multiply
For them reply you can't supply

In that case sets in dejection
Takes place worrying action
You bring sorrow to a halt
If you realize greed is a fault

Greed will end in agony
Making feelings thorny
Develop enough attitude
That is actually fortitude

Only by constant practice
We gain peace with ease
In case desires are reduced
Peace in plenty is produced

Of course ambition is necessary
But it must not make us worry
Due to great level thinking
Ignorance man is sinking

Today make a list of your desires
From your mind if greed expires
There is born bliss in plenty
Always pray to the Almighty.

M V VENKATARAMAN

Wall, Wall, Walls, I love Walls
Let's build some more walls
Here wall, there wall
Everywhere wall wall

Existing walls are not enough
More walls are a necessity
Fools, I am not talking about walls of room
I Know, they are enough for you and me

Even if they are not, I don't care
House and homes are your private affairs
I do give regards to your freedom
I don't interfere with walls of your room

I am not going to shell out a penny
For your homes and rooms, honey
I have much more to think and do
I have to make much more walls

Walls on the open lands, walls on borders
It will save us from our enemies
It will save us from terrorist and drugs
Human traffickers too, only fear the walls

You morons, why don't you understand
It will save us from illegal immigrants
I mean the animals and birds of foreign lands
Entering in our country without proper visa

If you still feel, the walls are enough
Be assured, I will demolish them all
Then rebuild new magnificent walls
All walls will become a masterpiece.

We can opt for walls of iron and concrete
Even we can go for walls, made of pure steel
A new history of walls need to be written
Walls, walls everywhere, here wall, there wall

I will even try to build the wall between peoples
Wall between open hearts, Open minds
Wall between open thoughts and thinking
I vow to work for the walls, I love Walls