One day the birds will sing in honor of the ones who brought them where they are
The trees will be recognized as the ones who continue to give me and you life every day
That the bark itself can heal your wounds
Stop your bleeding, and keep you breathing
It will be known that the beetles have more knowledge than your friends
That the bears are protectors of the Earth
The Earth itself has bones called stones,
and a fire inside that keeps her heart beating
That her heart beat is literal sound
Music is her dance,
And you and I are the ones who get to sip off this romance
We are her children, and we are her eyes
We are her, Her that fell from the sky
Creating a Him, and creating creation
We are in awe of the stars, because we can not see ourselves
She is crying inside, because you can't see your own wealth
One day it will all be known
But only for those who want to go Home

Back to breath
There is nothing left
I meant what I said,
and I said what I meant
My soul is free
One hundred percent
I am an angel
This is what I have found
We work together
Intertwined we make sound
Movement serves momentum,
And holds me to the ground
Soul breaks into light
Pulls my body out of sight
But only to those who can't see
I am here to reverse your misery
I made it once,
I can do it twice
Follow me throughout the Night

Push
What it takes for such movement
Momentum
The forward progress of everything
Constantly in motion
I am pushing for my own brightness
I am searching for my way out
I have glued myself to this place I have labeled as a home
I was born here, but I do not live here
I did, once upon a time, but now
That time has passed
It is time to push
Time for me to push

Todays golden setting is a facade masking danger that lies in waiting , there must be a Bobcat from a treetop preying , voracious raptors diving in the glare of the Sun , a Water Moccasin ready to strike for no reason
Coyote's strategically blocking all avenues of escape , an alligator moving quietly in the everglade
Tiger mosquitos with innumerable disease , well traveled Deer runs racked with fleas
Wild dogs running the moors , Government agents behind closed doors* ...

an amazing
nostalgic
5th grade photo
my friend selveyn
a great runner
ran away from life
heard
lost his legs in accident

My classmate  geetha
sat next to me
calling me "idiot"
she died few years  back
Is she hates
living among Idiots??

Rajaram wanted to become
Scientist....... but became
Doctor for animal
call on me
to show my ***

Ravi always sat
in last bench....... joins
during intervals
Now lives 10000 miles
away........ But promised
to join in heaven

Manju my first love
refused my love
due to her parents
confessed her love
after 26 yrs
Now hospitalised
and counting her days

Enough
No more strength
hidden my
School Groups Photo
inside my dictionary

Whatever sympathy you playing?
You need to place justice first.
And remember your calling.

Too many kind gesture for crime is being treated harmlessly.
When victims are suffering.

****.
What message you sending?
When white males get handshakes on crime they admitted too?
He worthy of probation cause of his mistake.

Well, are you gonna make this your justice purpose concerning others?

People , pay attention to all judges messages and decision.

Men, locked up for child support.
But rapists treated like prince for crimes much worst.

Obviously, to avoid prison for committed crimes against the law.
Become an appointed police officer where you admitted wrong?
But, get off if you resign from the force.

Everyone knows, most judges operates around seeking that vote to stay upon the bench.
Unless they appointed and have no worries about election.

So judges act accordingly to laws on the book.
Justice, is created for all to be applied fairly and accordingly.

Quiet now.
The children are dead.
Do you understand?
The children are dead.

Words you see,
Just words, you see, you hear.
But do you understand?
The children are dead.

We are responsible.
Do you understand?
The children are dead.
Shot.

We have loss our right to speak.
Quiet now.
Tonight in Newtown
Children are dead.



© 2016

My easel, has been asleep
for a while, like a whale
on the lost deep seas
finding a prey
to victimise
to sate the belly full.

Your easel, sees in my eyes
the robbers on the blink*
of an unruly end
finding recognition
in social media
to favor ego
to sate the belly full.

Your easel, is a mellow fine lens
Hands in line holding a gun
set a trigger, to silence the crowds
the doom in the public cruise
trollers and vipers with wipers
to sate the belly full

What have we come to dear friend?
we seek fame and lose our self
to the shadows of the masses
who denude our dignity
to gain their sanity
to sate the belly full

What have we come to dear friend?
in the spaces of the contours between
dehumanised by the social media
the medium of the century voice
the armageddon of currency
*that sate to fill it's belly