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The stars sing their way to man with a silent cry;
The stars sing their way to man with a silent cry, While the man full of song, singing, longs to die. From beginning to end, our journey longs to find, A voice that, longing with love, annihilates mind. Our journey … Continue reading
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we long to breathe pure air and drink sweet water,
We long to breathe pure air and drink sweet water, Cook and warm by clean fire, and eat good tucker. There was a time the sacred elements spoke of god, But we forgot that language with a passing nod. We … Continue reading
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krishna was married but loved his consort with a passion;
krishna was married but loved his consort with a passion; his love for her was so much more than the current fashion. lovely radha was the divine lord’s supreme beloved; she loved him with a love that all the others … Continue reading
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The master most of all loves simple honesty;
The master most of all loves simple honesty; Love without sincerity is clever travesty. What you believe has little to do with pure song; Feeling can caress like water what’s right or wrong. Balance between mind and heart is always … Continue reading
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Big Fist packs a punch with a plan to scare:
Big fist packs a punch with a plan to scare: keep the people afraid with ugly hot air. Politicians love fear because it works, to fool the people into electing jerks. The chauvinist loves to stand brave and tall, by … Continue reading
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Rain, wash away fear and revive our lives;
Rain, wash away fear and revive our lives; we need to lift our feet past tired, old lies. We have come to believe in our own doubt: we chew on rage and stifle spirit’s shout. The mind desperate to proclaim … Continue reading
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the breaths count down to the appointed time;
the breaths count down to the appointed time; gasp or aria, the number remains the same. shut up, my friend, and prolong your quandary; maybe, sir, you have time for your laundry? go watch your fate spin past your careful … Continue reading
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The theocrats are appealing as fragrant shit;
The theocrats are appealing as fragrant shit; The smug and self righteous are always a big hit! Politicians who preach in the name of their God, have fat cheeks full of foul crap instead of the Word. The dull and … Continue reading
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Freedom is just another word to break…
Freedom is just another word to break our teeth upon; Mouthing such marble slogans insults the downtrodden! We are so thoroughly brainwashed of all intelligence, Politics has nothing at all to do with common sense. We must admit we have … Continue reading
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We are crying to our Lord and Master without peer
We are crying to our lord and master without peer: all but his long curly hair is small and cheap beer. We have lit a candle to his blazing presence, and written many a ghazal about his essence. We can’t … Continue reading
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