The monsters have abated to oceanic glare
Of too many missions from lost ships
Glacial awareness atop of monuments of love
To find Me and the heathens who said no:
Because all they wanted was some rest
From the throngs afar of love in the wild nights.
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Sentences were felled like trees needed
They were cut down and people were stopped
So that Jai Santoshi Mata was not ephemeral
And majesty was matter while The Mad Hatter
Was astonished while in The Looking Glass
And the modern world knew confidence at last.
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Complements like the Third Way
Tell Me that nuance is not wasted.
The modern world is fragmented
Like a map ridden conquest needing ink
And ending up with lasers
Far from the maddening crowd of intellectual bliss.
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Joy to the masses for the coverings of markets
Free like the Americas to roam away from Islands
And Continents that balance time
On rocky indexes and sharp share points
With couples addressing marriages
For the price of their own Rocks and Diamonds.
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As the music played the Woman watched over the waters
And the people argued who was the best
So she whistled for the fortune men
To blare the differences again.
The elders settled that they were welcome to it
And the masses were cheered to find themselves included.
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Returning from the seas
Mademoiselle found herself empty
The gates needed to be locked behind her
And her own hands were used instead of the guards,
Who had left her unattended for just one night
And time alone to remember friendlier times.
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The lamp remained on
In spite of being alone in the room.
This misery was helped by the balance of woodbeams
Leaving hope that the letter and pen
Would be married to a candle one day
For the contentment of the content speaking of Love.
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Familiarity was not welcome to the Indian:
He was so tense that the modest mood was ire.
Then the Pavilion was offered and some wet condiments
For an afternoon of travailing the London scene
And an actor’s glance at what could have been
Had the ladies written more and the Hats spoken less.
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The sailor was sure
The demonstration had finished
The denizens had become accustomed to the waves
And he saw the Red Dress again
Accompanied by mute eyes warming him to Hindustan
The compass was not telling the evidenced Doctor the same proof.
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The Egyptian was not asked of the Greek
How to play in the forests.
So too the Vedantist was invited by the Babylonian
To invent investigation of Israel
Until the New World had been discovered again
And America admitted Enlightenment
And had come to an End.
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Education was not this way formed
For competition to be known by brothers,
Who then need Vedic injunction beyond Mata’s intervention
#CainandAbel many times over
For The Mind and love from The Buddha
For what cannot be said.
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Ask me a question and Postulate less,
Then address the nation with more than irritated Stress.
Don’t you know these things are for Me?
Has the Age spoken to you better than that?!
Come. Be undone. And let the mirrors accentuate the Newness
Of commercial restraint and too many buyer at the auctions.
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What is the way forward?
The wife of the best dressed men in the market was asked to ask
The asker asked again and the asking was polite:
This was remembered.
The Wise were then found again and sounds were balanced
Like the Dao needing no more than that.
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The traveler was Wise. The roads were quiet.
This way the Fates asked him of passwords
And the horsemen rode on into the future
To open their wide worlds into Stargates
For the Apocalypse to enquire about why
Today would be any different online?…
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The confidence of The Writer was stolen
The Banker had invested in the Medical Complaint
The offering was online and the demonstration was quaint
Of all the words the individual had seen go by.
Time was wiser than that and the payment was made
For Sufism to find the Key to Life again and pay with royalties kingly and queenly sums.
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When rhetoric was balanced by harmonies
The Parliament was motioned to spread Justice.
Then the names were known, again,
And the mirth of the Muses was mixed with feeling –
Grecian and Roman – so that The Vedas could listen
And practice some gaits for a while.
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The woman laughed at the man in the wild:
How he struts his arms in the air and stamps his feet!
Surely he know these words are for me
And that The Imagination was not made for youth.
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Silence was blazen in the fires of the lower realms
As Shamans warmed their glee to find The Friend
And the medic was watched for Schizophrenic attention
Notwithstanding the Schools of Thought near The Academy
Where the great Idea welched on tomorrow and fought
More than an hour of the Great Hand to blame politics.
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Having to fill his time with aloneness
And the repetition of Naam,
The Saddhu went to the Hospital for help
And came back so answered with 0-9.
Why Guru? Why?
Because the good strain time so that I have things to get on with…
…. “Namaste” : Namaste 😊
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What was it the Shaman needed?
What date had he made the Friend late for work?
When was the Shelter denied some traveler?
How could he cut off a loan to the newly released from Jail?
These questions accompanied some Spiritual Guide back home
To watch with Mother as the Doctor made his Tea and broke Bread.
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Sapphires were the lady’s first choice
When the merriment was betwixt Hello and Good Evening
So that the passage of time was sweetened
By being given to more than it was admonishing guilt.
The newcomers were all talk
The windows were open with the tree stalks
Nature stood by and always knew what to do.
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The Guides came by again and did not see the same thing.
There were no Horses on Oxford Street
No singing in the streets when action would bring
Balance for foreigners to trade with whistling
While the ladies streamed on their men’s arms
From the airshow of technology they now had to proof.
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The Islamist entered the country like a Siamese twin
To the Babylonian misinterpretation of Knowledge
And that somehow, he was wanted for more commitments
Then a Trader and Traveler known to the morose Mother
Concerned of her child how he shall eat at the end of the day of Prayer.
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The Sea Horse was brazen before the camera
To tell tales of a life that the child had not seen
So the Scientist ventured forth with his Poetry books
To investigate invention again and panic for the umpteenth time
About work and employment for souls in distress on the Ocean of Samsara.
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Laughter filled the Radio room
The outside world was benedicted with Silence.
This was the passage of Time before Comedy
When the Royal world would be intruded on
And the fair farmer would say fields worth of thanks.
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In the old age, same as the wry times
In the young age, different to the dry times
Then when were the tears to come of loss
And shadows of Commerce spent in wasted regret?
This was the passage of growth for the old women
To loose their dependence on men some more.
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The watch was handed over to the Gatekeeper
And he twiddled the Rocker with his bony fingers:
Was this the ‘Could Be’ moment of the Aeons
When man had discovered the perfect balancing machine –
Or was Eve to find herself regretting her role on Earth
And how Jehovah was made up to follow here down Hell’s path.
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The mystic did not know
The Time did not tell him
There was no capital strain
And the markets were dull again…
Fellow man had not been kind to his needs
They were not met until help arrived from foreign shores.
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The brother was unforgiving
His hold on the world was The Real –
He offered a chance for Enlightenment
Down the alley of The Medic who frazzled hairs with wires
And spied on mirth with angry assistants against Unity.
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Shopping was not admitted in Athenia
It was bare dressed for the Yogic absence of thought
Far from the horseplay of carriages and cloaks.
Rulings were made so that passion was displayed
Humble and restrained before Zeus to contour Time.
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Weather told the Shaman that he was accompanied
But He could not cope.
Those Angels needed some distance
For the road ahead was longer than Time
And The Flood was not yet upon the Earth
For the Sins untold that He had endured because of Medicine
Today and yesterday trying to heal the Healed.
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Racial slurs were all he had one faded day
To return overconfidence and his ruined hand
At the Poker Tables with Death
And some unstable O.T. comeuppance to be better than The Other(s).
So Science was awarded control of the language
While the Ghosts stood still, stared and laughed.
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The Healer was asked what time she was Love?
Then the Medicine was not working when she worried by racial times.
This way the Shaman was moved to the new language
Of another Doctor who complemented her fashion
And knew her address.
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Film Stars were adrift on the Ocean of Time
High in the School of Thought of localized consciousness
When the Great Storm broke out and glazed when looking
How adroit their position was to The Mind.
Buddha –
Then there was Confucian organization.
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In the retirement was not betterment
The Fates did not win the lottery
And the Ghosts did not leave town.
Stress and petty distress continued
And the children were no good for The Mother without God
Now that all the illusions were illustrations in The New Age.
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Then they sent for the Chinese to mediate commotion
And the fields told of the cities where they spoke well
Without the Burberrys of well to do men
Loafing with the Commoner about farming
And the debt to rhetoric owed by Jesuits
Seeking and finding the Tax on the Land.
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Through the loneliness of Thought
The seeker knew Naam
And was adrift on metaphors and similes
Until he came to his senses
And found the Love of The Lord!
Was no longer blessed in the 21st century.
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Spirit was moved beyond Form
Dao was addressing Formlessness
God was empowered to use Mirrors
Angels held the balance of Time:
Man was returned to thought after 2012
And The Mayans had seen where they had been.
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Islam had been back to the court of popular appeal
To fine Satan for messaging the clues
To laundered cleanliness about how to escape conviction
For Time and Human Rebirth
If the name did not fit the right time of Fallen Soul.
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The Bhajan played on and the Community organized
So that new things could be heard and some old friends
Could know The Friend : Allah and some Godly remains
Of a language before The Computer spoke
Of feelings for a phone smarter than man
And contraptions needed to extract information with Revenge.
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Guidance was not enough to convince Hollywood
Acting was too much amongst the Heavenly Realms
Dancing had stretched Bollywood too many miles
To return with Kindness the Writer’s debt to Gratitude
For the hours spent inactive and too close to Madness
For Comfort to be shared with Rich Society.
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When did He alienate?
Before the two friends were contrived repetition
As Adam and Eve overcome with grief
In despondent Wars in Heaven
For games they did not play.
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The long Light was shortened by the need for a shotgun
As the infirmary spoke without words of its structure
To anticipate any argument
And be the best rationalizer : Clairvoyant and Seeker.
They are all here, at the best, in the Hospital chosen by Gods and Goddesses.
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Is the perfect story Conflict?
And this is the Writer’s aloneness
To balance temerity with timid times lost to the world
When he is sometimes populated by his Imagination
And The Self with many selves sieving Time
For the odd hand with chance to know success, sex and some fame?
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Downwards spirals the contrition of the Realiser.
He is the one who is the many after he is one again.
His hand had typed what yesterday was written –
And tomorrow was his yesterday he could have taken back, to be one again
Awhile with many who want to know who they are,
When he has forgotten the School, the Playground and Parking Lot
To Work no more with fellows and felines
And yet to get from them attractive things for the dishonesty He still prays (pays?…) for.
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Leave it alone.
It is called Social Media and must travel Oceans.
There in the night it is on the waves
And this is the wavelength of You and I.
Trust in this tryst as time goes by
And India will forget Her destiny in years to come,
Travelling friend sailing by, one more time…
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Stop awhile and find out from Time instead of Sports
Why is the Writer’s body weak?
What is it he is asking for?
Where is there water on that farther shore?
For all the medication you provide,
To stop him to ask?
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The road is ignored as the wild Writer falls in love at sea
And the paving is abridged to muddy grass and stones
He is unattractive with identity
He is lonely with belly fat
He is unwanted with ADHD
This is the reason he flees abroad.
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How much did the Dr want to know
From all the books that had been written
Before The Writer had come to task
And not page numbered the exact counter claim
For the person the Dr knew was suffering.
The balance of Justice spoke of More and Less
And Time was witness to more Injustice again.
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The heart renders what the hand can hold.
That is why The Maker compliments dust,
If it is well used The Poet will be power
And the Time shall pass with flowering of formation.
Creation will be in the room awhile
And some words are needed to describe time.
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The woman wanted to ask of the Writer one thing:
How is it you know the words to the wanton Lust I am not solving?
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Time and the right medicine from the wrong people
The Will of the small Hand that makes some things possible
Including my own demise.
Wild Stage 