It is not a game of Hide and Seek
rather it should be considered at peak
Yesterday those were secular
today have become rightists
Amazing game is Indian polity
Having not any type of quality
Representative of more than thousand millions
have no any party loyalty
What role do you expect to play
from such members of parliament
Who change their faces within moments
Every party promises laptop,cycle and cash type temporary toffee
But don't have firm plan to curb
unemployment, inflation and corruption seen in abundant quantity
Voters are helpless in selection of right candidates
Where there is self-interests clearly visible to their daily updates
It is for great indian voters to
learn them right lessons
To safeguard indian democracy and cherish youths passions.

All of us
We all just
SCREAM

Please help the last dying
man
Caress me gentle maiden
Stab me loving Brute
& destroy me
Ninth Crusade

Between all of these deeds
I’ve seem to be just a tad shy
on the pleas  provided by
We, the people

I just want the freedom I get
from preaching my internal
monologue
to be shared
amongst the gods and devils
on my left & right shoulders
The shrinks and pill-poppers
on my back & streets
Even to the minimum-waged
coke-heads over at the convenience stores

When a clear-conscious is crafted
and often misinterpreted
The mischievous misfitted maniacs
begin to adhere to the thoughtless
criticism and go forth to self and peer
destruction!
The man of non-discretional
flaccid progression stands high and mighty
before a crowd of unrestrained deplorable
rightists that never seem to get it right
Yet
We let it happen
We think it is a sitcom!

All of us
we just
scream at how funny it is

Yet none of us will be smiling
come the day of the last man’s death
The gentle maiden’s true intention
The limbs of Caesar and The Crusades
as they all prevail

All of us
will just
scream

Old Communist Movie Director

From the Criterion Collection

The object now of film-school interviews
His gravelling, decades-gone voice echoing
Into a recorder his decades-gone news
How wonderful he was, and all-knowing
About Thuh Fascists, Thuh Workers, and Thuh Jews
Hugging his resentments, and loudly crowing
About the Blacklist through his smokes and *****
How bravely he defied the Rightists, going
In exile to England on a luxury cruise.

Three Pages A Day

Like Leonardo I am mad for everything.
Like Leonardo, I like clothes.
Word, not art, the heart of me, my character.
I am a little Leonardo.

Not born in Vinci but in Brooklyn.
Interested in anything I see, touch, smell and taste.
Knowledge, love, and nature;
Cause that leads to happening
That leads to cause again…
And so on.

Curious from the mundane to the profound,
From the concrete to the abstract,
And of course from abstract back to concrete.
That, the sweetness of my thought.
Forms, patterns –all fantastic!
Looking always for the underlying.
Not content with the apparent, the ostensible.
Expanding then contracting;
All a Maya – an illusion.

Institutions do not know this.
Rightists, leftists,
Churches, unions.
Countless eons of reshaping -
To accept this is the art.

So I write, rewrite and edit.
See a science in the holy,
Holy in the scientific.
Aim for fame but not for ego,
But for what is left for Them, the future.

I, no genius; I, but Pooh of little brain
Dare compare myself to Leonardo.
Only,
Quintessentially
More plain.

Three Pages A Day 6.27.2016
The Processes: Creative, Thinking, Meditative II;
Arlene Corwin