Dead Thoughts

During poignant thoughts and vacant moments,

What do we do?

We practice self destruction with expertise!

Refilling the half empty vessels in the mind ,

With foolish thoughts that overflow from the brim,

In times of perpetual nights,

Do you refuse to see the sun?

Refuse to see the distant birds and rivers that flow?

The river flows between us like a song,

I on one side you on the other,

I hear the bustling joys and laughter, what do you hear?

But, only drowning shrieks and moans?

Our thoughts and pains and past already dead and gone, we refuse to bury,

Why? Least we feel guilty of being happy, again?

And there we go again…,

Exhuming the dead past and examining it, over and over again like an autopsy,

Sifting through the dirt and bones, like a madman, till the Bones cry out!

The Bones cry out: ‘Oh Please stop! Let me rest in peace, will you?’

Still, we continue like Vultures, circle and swoop down, pick out, and

feed on the rotten flesh and bones,

The Dead Flesh cries out: ‘Oh !Please stop! Haven’t you had your fill ,till your juices churned with revulsion?

‘Let me please dissipate into the morning sun and the blue sky!’

‘Stop feeding on me!’

The past, pains and memories want to let go off YOU and so thus YOU must let go of THEM too!

Set them free! And so shall you be!

Will you?

Tell me ….NOW.. do you hear the birds sing and the bubbling river in its course?,

Feel the sun and the magic in the sky?

Or are you still hearing the shrieks and groans and feel the dampness in the air?

Two Hands Together or Two Hands Apart?

Did you pray today?

Were you thankful or did  you ask for more?

With two hands together or two hands apart?

Did you give today,or did you take?

With two hands together or two hands apart?

Did you lend a helping hand,

Or did you cross someone’s path?

Did you trip over your lies,

and held yourself from falling?

Or is it that you tore yourself to pieces?

With two hands together or two hands apart?

Did you stop and listen to someone’s pain in their laughter?

Or the hurt in someone’s nastiness?

Or fear in someone’s bitchiness?

Or the insecurities in someone’s nod and a shake of hands?

Were those two hands together or two hands apart?

Did you hear the storm coming?

Or hear the winds blow and see the lightening strike?

Did you hear the leaves sounding like the waves of the sea,

and the Sea sounding like the leaves on the trees?

Did you try and put your hands into the Ocean to reach the bottom?

Or grabbed all the sand into your fist, which slipped on to your toes?

Did you raise your hand to stop the setting of the sun?

Or tried to grab and hold on to a beautiful moment as it passed away,

With two hands together or two hands apart?

With two hands together or two hands apart,

We can hold hands that show us the way, the way to a better start,

It is up to us now my friends,

We walk hand in hand together or tear each other apart?

The Fool's Philosophy

The Fool's Philosophy

On the jagged edge of sanity,

To go this way or that?

To take the easy way out or take the laborious brittle path of truth,

Some do step aside to take the tumultuous tracks of treachery,

To trample over smooth rocks, stones, grass and waylaid thorns,

Fondle the vines and pluck perfumed purple flowers of deceit, from the very base of their nasty shoots,

To share some with others, and, to keep few for self,

To tear apart the flesh of the forbidden fruit, and out spit, like seeds, the bitter truths.

On this steep road of truth, that merges into the lofty green hills of happiness,

Stop! See the way, lest the perfumes of purple flowers draw you to a euphoric play,

Halt, and see the vines tangle your legs, and scuttle the right step,

Fend, as they slash your chest and pierce your heart, ensnare your senses.

‘I go this way or that? I go this way or that?’ You chant in a trance.

And to answer that is a humongous maddening task.

And then The Fool steps in,

The words of the mad speak the words of the truth,

Spoken without fear,

Spoken to spook:

‘Fool of the wise sane world! Hey ho!

Fool on the way!

Hit on the head! Nay no!

Steps of a cur stray!

Knock on Wood!

Bury the black cat!

Walk Away!

And remember this mad cap!’

‘Why did you leave the grass so green?

Why did you take the paths that gleamed?

And thus the vines pulled and pulled,

And thus were your senses poisoned and lulled,

The mind, the thoughts went into a twisted play,

 Turned your intentions to sway! Hey! Hey ! Hey Now!

Cut of the vines and shake of the mud!

Crush the purple flowers the moment they bud!

Jump over the fence and cross over the thorny twines!

Keep to the brittle path of truth as it winds,

Goal to the horizon and with an eye on your soul,

The path to happiness will slowly enfold,

Remember, sanity is standing on the edge of a thin line to be cruel,

Never forget, dear wise man of the world, the wisdom in the words of this Philosopher Fool!

Broken & Undone

A stab in the back,
What is done, can't be undone,
A straw breaks the spine,
An axe in the foot, and what is strewn
behind are severed remains,

Once broken, remains broken,
You are never the same again and 'They' are never the same again,
Life, Love, Friendship,
Once broken, can never be the same again.

Will & Success ( Part 3)

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With a will as a rock,

A desire a deep ocean,

Mind like the sky,

Spirit of the sun,

Starts the success in motion

The flame now roars,

Now having reached the world shores,

Many defeats,

Make the success a sweet lore,

An enormous feeling even the more,

But......

To be continued....

Will & Success ( Part 2)

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Gritted teeth and clenched fist

Fighting all odds

Ones own destiny to be made

With some help from God

Race against time

Walk against wind

Penniless nights

Through hell and partly singed

......to be continued.

Success

Gleaming cars and marigold showers,🌻🌻
Red carpets and ivory towers,
A whiff of success,📸💰
The poisionous perfume,🍷
Ignites the flickered spark to flame and fume.💣
   ...To be continued.....

Rough Cut Life

It is a tad bit sudden, for the others cruel,

To be discovered  that you were no fool,

So, silently opens the blooming flower,

Preceding a fragrance, form the dredges to the high towers.

From the jagged black rock shines the sparkling stone,

If one had not seen, none would have known,

Out from the darkness of others where it appears, it beams,

To the jewelers eye it catches ,it gleams,

To have risen up separated, from being blamed for ways of others,

Why jealous do others feel ? And envy others feel? You can try and appeal,

Are we to know when to rise and fall?

Who to support and whom to stall?

But ,

Support we must ,stall we must,

Rise we must and fall we must,

And such we fall that we turn to ash, to turn to dust,

yet,

 Then the time goes, wind blows, and tumbling white water flows,

The dust rises in throes, scattering and compressing,

 Funneling, caressing and shaping,

Turning into statues, monuments ,and tall buildings,

Tall ,strong ,hard ,set in platinum and gold,

Magnificent, unique, superb and splendid,

Articulate and candid,

A rough cut stone ,a rough cut life.