Travelling I see too
There are things that the world can do without
My self is one of them.
The passage of time leaves me without despair
I am longing to be there
But can wait,
Time.
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The mirrors are too much
There is too much confusion
The house of Scorpio has not been properly addressed
There is broken glass on the floor.
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I wait
I am high
My hiatus means I can fly with the Buddhas
They can see
I can see
It is with them
They are not the crowd in the world down below.
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It seemed to befit me
The crimes against passion
All that reason
The machinery
The robots
The self-awareness tests
The cults
But I could not see myself
And I fell over, awkwardly, and they laughed at me like I was a fool.
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Travelling I see the meandering ages of man
Tell a tale far richer than Whitehall
Or Madison Square Gardens.
I am free
Free from the search
The Superbowl is on somewhere
All time is marketed to them
And I shall not return to animal or livestock.
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It is not what it seems
The fanfare and the bandstand
The celebrity still rings in my My-ness
The popularity is affection from the Highness
I was too soon
And tomorrow it will all be gone.
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Through the photograph lens
Beyond the fires
After the wars
I am still sentient of who I was
Though they said nothing.
Was it me?
Was it the time?
What was the horoscope?
Maybe there is meaning over there…
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Their social scene
The seances
The senses
I need them.
I need them to patrol the vicinity with the emptiness of shadows
There may be some good borrowing.
Your voices of history are good for me
I can make sense now of what It was trying to say.
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You have me
Examinations
The before and after yesterday
When the world knew what it did before the walls fell
And oceans welled up with Godly tears.
Connectives.
Your years.
Experience.
The Superficiality of a life lived since the 1980s
Oxford (boys and women).
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I recollect
Life before the medical debit
Credit cards
The American showdown
Little Tokyo.
There was so much to go
Life had it’s fair promise
Those who can, don’t show.
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I was right
The after-shock of experience
And mental time
When before you did not mark my school works.
Medical jerk
Reactions and the Olympic way
There will be stern recollections
When no pills are available after the benefits of so many dead.
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They tale the East
Travel to the margin
Isolated they are poor
Yours is a good version.
Spied on
Eyed on
The many views of Brahma
Are kindness and karma –
I can see what the Buddha sees
But nobody told me what to now see.
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The race was more important
The time before the table was left out
The chase after the ball
I am with it all –
The one and all.
Seeing is so important
When is time?
Will life be mine again
For the love of The Buddha…
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Many years I wanted
The red saree and the golden bands of my special day
Why?
Trust.
The legal land
& what they had planned
Weddings and the marriage of what was impossible.
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To make a crime
And then not find
The legal time
For time and mind.
Only the Buddha could revenge
Empires and human kindness.
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Lift me to kind Lhasa
And share with me tales of new Taj Mahals
Where Mumtaz will see it all
As I have seen it all before
A deigned Asian.
Pacifist
Medium-ist
Loser in the Christian war.
These are calm waters
Before The Flood.
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I saw for the last time
I was not the Winner
I was not the Beauty.
The Beast was denied a final Fall
And all I did was before me
(In English).
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Life was not about being on the TV
Those that dined on TV
There were times for TV
I was a TV for a time with the Great Sea
And the Ocean of Compassion –
Whose name:
Avalokitesvara.
(Learning).
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What did not come at no cost to me
Settled The Ramayana with all families
This will be the last
There is no more incarnation
For a rose in a desert without imitation.
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What is Maya?
What is the world?
Why is your life so?
When will it make sense to you?
These whispers you have heard in your life
And they were medicated into transcription
By the surgeon with a knife.
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The love was not worth it
Time spoke of Modernism
There is a place called The Tate Modern
Time is so random
There will times tomorrow
(far away)
Where the journey of love will not be about your youth.
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Cinema
Fractured lens of perception
Continental rejection
I want to be at The Cannes Film Festival again.
{a croissant brain}
There is more to life than the peremptory reflection of your own dejection before the light of Goddess Tara
And more to life than drugs and film
And more to life than drugs and film
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When I saw time
Regret made sense
The denial of time
Had made times tense.
The poet
The narrator
The voice:
All these things The Buddha did not judge.
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Meteors
Comet showers and Astrological ivory towers
Waywardness and giddiness
I could tell myself apart from the human race below me
Follow me: Said Tara
& other Devas were there
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Don’t be greater than your mum
There is no need for shallow matter.
The affairs
The yellow lights
The traffic in your modern age
The lack of turning pages
The modernists came true.
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They wandered far as Israelites
And found the settled land was not far
India and the Tibetan Temples
Is where Emerson shook his fists at from afar.
Himalayan ranges
Bhagavad Gita pages
The computer and human resources
Rhymes for Lakshmi’s golf courses.
…first things first…
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They yelled at me
Voice, Vermouth and Vote!
I saw those decades
Ranches and Oil
There is not much left now
Why is the TV so?
…just wait until they are old…they are human too, “Black man”
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The devil never wore a blue dress
He wrote Native Son
…if this is where your literary travels are beginning
then just wait until the end…
Books are my friends
Now
they will not always be so…
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The grand luminosity welcomes back wisdom
The shallowest part of a human being
The sentiment of meaning something to someone
Give it to me!
… let Krishna be free…
Not until some debts are paid
The way to Calvary is laid.
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We are the collective consciousness
We are the sum of One.
We are the ones who think of God all day long
And not where the loin cloth belongs.
You torture with Why do we do it?
You include with It is all ours?
We are the collective consciousness
You are the summation of Suma Theologie.
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It all seems so much the annoyance of the sameness
The way I used to know things
Sadness
The joy of money
Tomorrow brings warnings.
The weather was false
{No nation ruled}
Those were just people who made mistakes as well.
Narrator
20th Century telling Hell.
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I was the first to depart
So the story stayed with me
There was no Brahmin
Able
Watchmen
Ahead were Aeons of pleasure
Beyond that, was more of the same.
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A world without their myths is no travellers den
The unreal seek themselves in the real
And the world moves to the planet so that the earth can give the wise rest
From the weary who do not know
And always show
Peace
Suffering
and Dharma
They will build a path to it soon
And then they shall write letters.
Communication
Warfare
Lovers.
That was who I was.
It was who you always were
And it was who you were always going to be
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Sorrow has not place
Wind has no race to win
Candles are not lit
There is no life that is worth the most for a few or the many
Yet, Buddha’s jewels are treasured more than all the oil paintings on earth
Of those…
From those…
WITH those…
Nalanda.
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In the afterlife
The life
Naming life still
The Renaissance
Oliver Cromwell
Charles Darwin
Adolf Hitler
Still.
that is why some are called hard-headed
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There was no use
The century was too more than before
The noise of Guru
What was all before his Victorian houses?
These are the spoils of man
This is the same India as before
I am learning of the devil in minute matters
I seek the refuge of The Buddha
Only in the afterlife will you see the Christ he was not.
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My writing went to Asians and they recommended it to Academics
I was in Alcoholics Anonymous with people I thought it helped more
If only the mobile phone had let me use my body.
Sex
2100s
The morbid future
A world with “China”.
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Seeing the future did not mean being the future
Distress
Disembodied state
The search for meaning
Let the Black Man have his soul
RnB
#RnB1990s
That was how they did it
Dislocation
The world of the five senses,
And no religion mattered
#TheBeatles
(Cheer)
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She cheered for you like a groupie
Rock Star
Film Star
Paid accomplice (with child).
The children come every time.
School is out.
I was ignorant of the High Street.
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All of George Orwell’s little children
The past
Greyness
Jealousy of Americana
A great cup of coffee
*Bliss again*
They were there to annotate the pain
Criticism.
Journalism!
Criticism.
The News.
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In the end
It was in the beginning
One lifetime was enough to delude them
England
Quantity and Amount
I was not an Accountant
You will be by the end
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The past is not behind you
The future is not ahead of you
The Mystic is not hidden from you
& Revelations make sense by the toe of a Buddha
Therein is Christ the most reverend
And my story makes sense by his side.
Differences
Nowness
The Jews
Divide and Conquer
Linear Time
I understand so much
The Father
(The ‘not-Father’)
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I was swallowed up once before by the flowers of India
The decorations of the Dharma
Promises of showers of enthronement and leadership
The ability to mean well
Kali and the singular truth
Renting Colonialism is the same I felt after 1983
The photo & Dancers
Too much to turn my back on as Maya.
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Fullness
Wholeness of experience
The act of marriage
Emptiness and Politics
Watching man talk about anything but that
#Forget2047
Remember Socrates, Plato and Aristotle
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I read the Greeks in the past
Before they were translated {in English}
For the GBP
Against the Dollar
The cradle of Western Civilisation was bankrupt
Brexit happened
…nobody noticed I existed either…
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The story of English society
Civilization
Retelling
American Invention
The Japanese invented I.P.
The Chinese were aware of Marketing
The 2300s made no apology
The Environment recycled things so the Black Man could know history
Circular Time & my life mattered again
…Vedas…
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The Kama Sutra was superimposed
Layers and Minimalism
Marilyn Monroe
The Beatles (again)
The shutter speed was too quick
Man could not handle invention
The gun
It was too late.
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They came from the past
To tell me my future
Before it was the present
Of the richest Celebrity.
Nobody
No-one
Nothing
Where was the book Telling me?
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It came so fastThe1960s
And the race was won
Space will never be the same again
And I was there to televise my own success
Mind
And The Buddha will win
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When I left the laws of the land
I was hurt in my head
The foggy density of a wild forest
They knew better.
The Police were the intellectual class
The Scholars just worked on their pass.
Automation.
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Libraries
The TV Wars
Opulent faux pas
The policy of turning
My life is the same again
…the politician knew what books would do…
The years 2200 are ahead.
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If you have something intelligent to say
Say it with regret to Newspapers
That’s all I can see from up here
{Them}
Photographing the world
Spacemen
…the Buddha in Tibet would have been nice…
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When the realms spoke their truth
Accents
The familiar disgust
The territories and the frontiers
The Frontier Men
War by another means
Give me another name
Celebrate the Self
#Medicated
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And then they said it never mattered
All
All is all
He was All-Powerful
All Knowing
All Seeing
All Present
All
…all…
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Many times I walked down the same road
They said it was sanity
Institutions were …
… Categorized
Sanitized demographically prioritized
Celebrated
The Word
became
a literary delight
Turks
Marriage is a Corporation
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The mirror broke
And there was another
The possibility of understanding
The rhetoric of 20th Century success
“He never said”
{Know thyself}
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All the misery of life told simply truthfully to me
Made me convinced I did not want to smile
Was that The Maker?
Will I reach the goal?
Are the books arranged there, the way they are meant to be?
Ganesh was wise to shadow Shiva’s Mahabharata
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The line of the mind was narrow
The gates were illumined by Great Bear
Bardos told of time & simile
The way to truth was different there
Forgetful
I can see when my legs are wide apart
The gates of Greece are nationhood tomorrow
… Buddhist Monastery’s will have filing cabinets …
Socialism
Media
Leonardo da Vinci
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I shouldered the burdens of history
Unpacking the presents of Santa Claus
The nations were providing legal clauses
Nobody stopped for tomorrow.
These were the causes of my sorrow
Unhappiness led to depth
Depth was followed and mocked
The leaders sold the example
Nobody stopped for the hollow.
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Like a snowstorm the memories came to me
Then there was stillness and bliss
I recalled the promises from Sages and Wise Men
I was at the market stall at the time.
Fragmentary
In an allegory
The afterlife still exited reality at the same door.
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Evolutionary trajectory
There was so much slowness before the acceptance
Mind Body Spirit
Witness
The differences from the past
Being there and free at last
Brahman and the deceptive opinion
That all was one all of the time.
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It was not until I was dead that I was dead
And death was the party of the political scene.
Where have the English been
Why did the Americans let it happen?
What will happen?
Where will they export the rivers of blood to?
Dib Dib Dib
Rub a Dub Dub
Sail Away. Dreams!
…censored…
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Some souls live
Some souls strive
Some educate
This one dramatized.
There was nothing left for me
The British Empire
It made up Colonialism while I was educating The Other(s).
It was too late,
There was nothing I could do
And I could not go back for them…
…#RememberingVietnam…
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When you photo’ed
When you screened a parade
When you where in Charade (IMDb)
Where you Audrey?…
How fair is that?
{Rat-a-Tat-Tat}
What were your rates for Heaven and Earth?
Head of the Church
…all the Churches…
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It was human nature
There was so much illness
State Sponsored
So I joined in
Pressure
Stress
Tension
No school tomorrow
Days off and getting out of work.
…Jai Om Namo Shivaya…
{& Cassius Clay}
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From the beginning
To the end
It was not my end
That was not the end of my life
{Time}
They run their routes
They tease in their suits
They use the Firemans’ boots
The ambulance’s are in cahoots
Technology & The Police ruined the country
How complicated does a crime need to be?
L.P.C. & London Met
…Schools must shut down…
… is Home Schooling safe?…
“With them around”
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