Hearts and Hands

Swallow your anger, and your lust, and your pride,
For their hearts don't rhythm but their hands do shake

Don't give an inch, a blink and you lose a metre.
For their hearts don't rhythm but their hands do shake.

Adventure for truth, but play the jester,
For their hearts don't rhythm but their hands do shake.

Evolution needs pressure, truth creates disorder, players play.
For their hearts don't rhythm but their hands do shake.

For a man need not indoctrination, but a tribe.
For their hearts rhythm and their hands shake.

Questions

What is growth other than a foundation,
What is fir other than ornaments,
What is sloth other than unanswered questions,
What is servitude other than not knowing why,
What is openness other than vulnerability,
What is love other than accepting vulnerability,
What is personality other than knowledge,
What is the truth other than an adventure???????

Forest

There's a storm in the forest
The Devil walks

The Parrot says Devil,
The Fox escapes,
The Elephant calls God,
The Lion imagines dinner.

And then there was a lake.
A fisherman there sees the devil.
The lake was ignited with fishes, yet
The fisherman sews his nets.

The parrot calls the fisherman a fool.
The fox is calculating to steal the fishes.
The elephant's busy praying.
The lion roars.

The parrot gets caged.
The fox is injured.
The elephant is gracious.
The lion scares.

The fisherman.
He catches the Devil.

What a freak!

Not much left that I can respect from my heart
Pretend to bow, pretend to play my part
Poor soul has no muscle and so tricks
And yet, above all, creaks call him a freak.

Country, people and culture, a change
Nature, physical and human, the same.
Which authority to choose,
Dilemma remains the same.

Outgrow the heads behind the curtain, and the puppets.
Enlightenment- it breaks all the sockets.
Warning, beware of the risk.
As creaks call him a freak.

Revelation

The mind does all the calculation
Eyes the windows, smile the revelation

There's a gesture of a chameleon,
Oh, you have a cause, a manufactured rebellion.

Do you understand, my dear visionaries
Not you Spartans, my dear missionaries.

Candle

I was sold a candle,
Was told that it shall lit bright,
I bought into it hoping to see.
All I could see was unshuffled decks,
And dead rats, and dead flowers,
And the puppeteers want me to respect them,
By saying,
Oh yes,
I am blind,
I cannot judge,
I cannot see the puppets.

Night

As the night goes by it gets darker.
You ask, how much longer?
It follows thunders and storms,
And when you've thought you've
Seen it all, Felt it all, Travelled it all.
Your loved one dies,
In agony and in cries.

Still,
The Sun,
Is yet,
To rise.

Windows

One only knows to the degree
Of the windows one's exposed.

The vastity of these views
Makes it natural to miss the trivial.

The acuity of these views
Makes even the petty, crucial.

The eagle, The Sniper. The Master.
Sees the vastity and the acuity.

People call it divine intervention
I call it the grandest intuition.

Plastic Ring

A golden colored plastic ring,
Was said to be made of gold.
And was thus sold.

As years go by,
Stories unfold that the ring's not gold.
The ring's not gold! The ring's not gold!

The brave and the bold,
Recognise the ring's not gold.

And was thus sold,
By simply saying,
The color is gold!
The color is gold!

Poet

A lion in the jungle,
A Joker in the Circus,
Are both Kings!

A lion in the Circus,
A joker in the Jungle,
Are mere Beings!

And the truth shall ring,
And a poet shall sing!

Soul

Wrinkled and expressive,
Playful yet deceptive.
As the depths come to play
There lies an ocean gray.

Gray eyes onto herself, and
The owl moments shower.
Mirrors and counters,
Moments of sorrow,
Moments of laughter.

Eagle Intervention

One step at a time, and through the storm
We reach the mountain top and stay calm
And the folks I see, I imagine myself young
Playing with clay, and no sight that very far

I still play, but with words and smiles
And the play serves me or my purpose
But not as deep and wide as my eyes
In laughters and cries, I see crafted lies

From the top, I can only stand still
I hear an eagle that intervenes will
Hands are tied and eyes go blind
Right place, Right time, Right mind.