No one calls me smart
They all check my grades
Mockery of the success
Shameful of the less
Trophy for being a disappointment
I try my hardest
Just for the attention
The approval
Is what keeps me going
I want an A
But I’m labeled with a B, C, D, or F
The attention is all wrong
The ridicule
Not reward
Nothing feels retained
I want a place to post
To show I’m more
To feel seen and liked
To see mean and nice
To share what I do with a brush
What I can do with facepaint
See others
Share songs
But it's about **** time
That they see it isn't
The showing to others
That ensured my demise
The help they would give me
The eyes and the ears
To feel seen and heard
The spotlight again
It will shine on my face
As if everyone cared
As if I wasn't so scared
And I would feel cured
But the labels I gain
Seem to be retained
Without a constraint
Of worry and pain

Keep listen, attentive all
Be helpful, keep up morale


Odd Fever, you feel a Cough
In your Throat, feeling Sour, Rough


Give defeat, to Pandemic
Keep distance, use tool n trick


Stay   at   home, to quarantine
Be helpful, to soul     refine


We solute, Philanthropist
Staff, Nurses, Doctors on List


Stay at home, Be Patriot
Play with kids, Feel bliss  a lot


Keep us safe, Bless us O' Lord
Keep us safe, Bless us O' Lord

The devil divides
Pangea broken
the ancient sanctum

careful honey, careful
he's holding a gun
you got the fire

both of you carry on
a lethal game

he might snap
you might burn

Find me
inhaling the smoke of summer dreams
blown in from somewhere far afield
breathe deep
exhale
deliberately
observing the mountains of ash
dust on the periphery
recently undisturbed
from the beasts ever lessening visits
once, they were ravenous
a force unbound
now bound by force
consummately conquered
intravenously consumed
tamed
with cold inattention

Find me
immovable, unmoving
as artificial flowers in spring
copy of a copy of a copy of
a
delusion of heart
where wistful winds
erase the path once tread
breathe deep
exhume
inexorably
the ghost of slanted seasons
here, in the autumn of all things
where the dead come to rest
you'll find me
still
and still

Literally within 30 SECONDS--not minutes, not hours, not days, not weeks, not months, not years--when **** Trump denigrated Rosie O'Donnell before a worldwide TV audience during the first Republican debate of 2016, I realized instantly the **** Trump should be immediately disqualified from holding any political office at any level in the USA. Within 30 seconds! But for over 3 years now, we know categorically that **** Trump is a pathological liar, a cheat, a ******, and, worst of all, a virulent racist. And--I'll say it again--anyone who votes for a racist is also a racist.

Now comes the pandemic. First, **** Trump called it a "Democratic hoax." Then he said there were only 15 cases in all of America, and within a week, there would be zero. Then he called the governor of the state of Washington "a snake" for trying to contain the coronavirus in his state. Then he said there was nothing really to worry about because everything would be fine by April. Today, when he said all this would be over by July or August, the stock market dropped 3,000 points, thereby erasing all the gains for which **** Trump personally had taken credit for during his ignominious three years in the Oval Office.

My most recent assessment of **** Trump as a human being is that he is, and always has been, a dumb ****. I'm very good in sizing up people. I should have realized this over three years ago, within 30 seconds.

(When I'm not so enraged, which obviously I am, I know why **** Trump is the human being he is today and has been every moment of his life: **** Trump has never been loved during his entire life, so he unconsciously compensates by accruing lots of money, political power, ****** pleasure with **** stars and the like, and fatuous fame. His problem is that he is trying unconsciously to fill an emotional abyss, a Greek tragedy if ever there were one.)

if you’re so used to goodbyes, why does it ache different each time?

For every happy spiritual moment that we ever celebrate...
there's thankfullness and its always so great...

For every miracle that a devotee keeps on telling...
I open my heart and listen to him saying...

" There's always someone by your side...
just keep your eyes far and wide...

He is the creater of this world whom we worship...
Always showing the right way for a sailor in a lost ship...

So great and so sweet is his name...
Who has got all wealth and fame...

Everyone call him Makhan Chor...
He is none other than Lord Krishna...
who wants us to know about him more and more !! "

Underestimated
A sidekick to an ally
When can I become a leader?
For my own life held inside a cage
for the blind eyes……?
A war criminal
Marked as an invalid
An undervalued bright mind
Weighed in Economics
A strong soul
A powerful nuclear force
A simmering Slow cooker ready to explode its lid
Spoken for…
His  ideas are  deemed “illogical :
A "Vulcan”  in despair
Cast Away from His “Home Planet.”

Does any other soul notice your value?
As you stand beside them…?
Is this true Care?

A ghost who cannot be seen nor heard
I’m standing in two dimensions at once

The value of gold which  they fail to let shine
As the surface simply needs a dusting

Of the coverage of the afterbirth
of a war to fight
People’s Conceptions of Your Past Mistakes
Underrated Accomplishments
Pathways blocked by their forced “parenting”
of this “child”
Trapped in an Adult’s body
Who simply wishes to be a shining Somebody?

I become trapped in a void
Enraged like an animal in a cage
A soul who Wishes for equal judgement
Freedom to roam
and for Creative  Expression
No longer suppressed by those who “judge”
A convicted life where they never opened up their eyes
to be seen as equal
He needs to be free to roam
Away from the Blind ones
to his suffering…
He plans to break free
From their *******
The road he must start walking down

A twisted, dark, barren and lonely road
He must carry, onward, through his lone strength
To prove himself a warrior
silent and strict followed moral  codes
Ethics of battle he follows…
Never to  lie down to die for the ones who limit him
He has his eyes wide open


To his rightful success
to  his future
He shall win.

Underestimated
A sidekick to an ally
When can I become a leader?
For my own life held inside a cage
for the blind eyes……?
A war criminal
Marked as an invalid
An undervalued bright mind
Weighed in Economics
A strong soul
A powerful nuclear force
A simmering Slow cooker ready to explode its lid
Spoken for…
His  ideas are  deemed “illogical :
A "Vulcan”  in despair
Cast Away from His “Home Planet.”

Does any other soul notice your value?
As you stand beside them…?
Is this true Care?

A ghost who cannot be seen nor heard
I’m standing in two dimensions at once

The value of gold which  they fail to let shine
As the surface simply needs a dusting

Of the coverage of the afterbirth
of a war to fight
People’s Conceptions of Your Past Mistakes
Underrated Accomplishments
Pathways blocked by their forced “parenting”
of this “child”
Trapped in an Adult’s body
Who simply wishes to be a shining Somebody?

I become trapped in a void
Enraged like an animal in a cage
A soul who Wishes for equal judgement
Freedom to roam
and for Creative  Expression
No longer suppressed by those who “judge”
A convicted life where they never opened up their eyes
to be seen as equal
He needs to be free to roam
Away from the Blind ones
to his suffering…
He plans to break free
From their *******
The road he must start walking down

A twisted, dark, barren and lonely road
He must carry, onward, through his lone strength
To prove himself a warrior
silent and strict followed moral  codes
Ethics of battle he follows…
Never to  lie down to die for the ones who limit him
He has his eyes wide open


To his rightful success
to  his future
He shall win.