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2014-07-30T05:57:00.000-07:00

Fracking spread.
Pollution rise.
There is no mind if brain dies.
Matter matters in sublime. ~Buddhasoren

Surendrapratap Singh - Google+

2014-07-30T05:54:00.001-07:00

Surendrapratap Singh - Google+

2013-12-28T15:58:00.001-08:00

Surendrapratap Singh - Google+

2013-12-28T15:55:00.001-08:00

Surendrapratap Singh - Google+

TIME

2013-09-21T08:01:00.000-07:00

Time is a funny and a strange thing, if it is of anything.

It is a wobbling universe, if it is of anything.
Life is a short dangling thing, if it is of anything.
Life in a wobbling universe is what it is: a wobble, if it is of anything.

Life and the livings are never aligned, if they are of anything..
Whatever it is, if it is of anything.
Life ends as it has been ending in a forever time, if it is of anything.

Time is a funny, and a strange thing, if it is of anything.

Abrogate Thoughts

2013-09-07T13:15:00.000-07:00

Words are smashing
to abrogate thoughts.

Life is
making it's pace in a paceless place
in a thoughtless race
like a stone
shinning
in a sunny
sprinkling
mesh
to abase
the connect
in a planetary
debase,
a thoughtless trace.

The matters
are scattered
around
making
sounds
to abound
for a meaning
in a meaningless
world of
warring, and
consuming
clowns.

Words are smashing
in a meaningless
thoughtless sound.

The Beauty Lost

2013-07-22T07:15:00.000-07:00

there was a time
the beauty of ocean and it's misty sprays were plentiful.
the land and it's prairies were wide and open.
the springs, the bogs, the marsh, the lakes, and the rivers were alive and clean.
the hills, the mountains, and the peaks shined.

times change, and the fracking came

the oil pipe ran through the heartland turning the beauty of the land
into dark, dusty, murky spew.

it was a money game that killed the ocean and the plain.

the time was no other time than our time, the beginning of the end time.

Silence

2013-07-14T06:08:00.000-07:00

Beyond words, and beyond any say?
What can I say when I am in wobbling sleep, and in disarray?

Matters wobble and sway in a wobbling disarray.
There is nothing that matters beyond the matters streaks and sway.
So, what else can I say when I am in wobbling sleep, and in disarray......
Wobbling in matters of disarray, beyond words, and beyond any say.

History in Real Time

2013-06-21T06:23:00.002-07:00

There was a time, and the time was no other time but our time.
Emperors, Kings, and Sultans had new faces.
Plutocracy had established it's place.
Democracy and freedom were the names of the game
Corporate might controlled the democracy and freedom reign
Democracy and freedom were the names to fool, control, and to rule,
to spread the plutocracy in the name of freedom and democracy.

There were global spy masters riding internet hi wires.
Democracy kept the masses in control.
Freedom and democracy were neither free nor liberated.
People were enslaved by "freedom" and "democracy" reign
Humanity was conditioned and controlled in every game, and in every name.

There was a time, and the time was no other time but our time.

Don't Waste Your Time

2012-11-04T07:43:00.001-08:00

Don't waste your time..........
Political politics is rigged.
It is an artistry of falsehood "Gig".
It is an illusion, and a mirage
to fool, control, and to rule.
Don't waste your time.........

There is no love.
There is no care.
There is no freedom.
There are rules
to keep humanity controlled and fooled.
Don't waste your time.

Turn the time to be
in a universe to free
the minds from the
plutocracy and it's swine.

Love is not afar.
It is at the door.
Open the door and let it in
where it belong.
Drift away from fears of minds
that controls hearts of HUMAN DIVINE.

Don't waste your time.
Political politics is
for the swine nor for the HUMAN DIVINE.
.

Cats, Dogs, And Hogs**

2012-11-04T05:52:00.000-08:00

11/04/2012

It is a world of cats, dogs, and hogs.
You go and figure who is who, and what?

A morning chat that fills the heart
is all we need to lift the particles of hearts.

There are no needs for plans and charts.
The hearts are filled with life and
romance.

Trail down the paths of life with no regrets and wraths.

Living by the moment is not a fallacy,
it is a life's delicacy...sweet with the fragrance
of hearts free from minds and their thoughts
in a world of cats, dogs, and hogs.

There is a life to be lived.........
if we let our minds to go to sleep to listen to beats of hearts
free from the world of cats, dogs, and hogs.

___________
**No offence is intended towards who love the world of cats, dogs, and hogs.

The Ultimate Fix

2012-10-01T11:20:00.000-07:00

October 1, 2012

A perspective:

Humanity is being played.

The ultimate Fix is November six.
The "liberals",
the "conservatives",
the "political players", and
the "leaders" are in.

The donations,
the packs,
the emails, and
the calls are in.
The plutocracy is in the air.
It is a game of political affair.

The "debates",
the television "dramas",
the "commentaries",
the "pundits", and
the "polls" are here.

The Wall Street,
the IMS,
the Sauds,
the sultans,
the religious extremists,
the military industrial machine, and
the multinational corporate minds
are laughing and playing the humanity
in the game of political politics.

The ultimate Fix is November six,
a play of political politics.

A time to ponder, and
not to be divided and played.,

EDUCATE, EVOLVE TO BE FREE
FROM THE TRICKLE DECREE PUT IN PLACE
BY THE DEMOCRATS AND THE REPUBLICANS,
THE PLUTOCRACY AGENTS OF OUR TIME.

A Robatic Time

2012-09-06T13:11:00.000-07:00

A robotic globalized design is shaping the human kind.
It is an ironic human design in a changing diverse planetary rhyme.
Never mind the brain that has fed the humanity and it's kind for a long time.
It is a digital age to digitize the human mind.

Minds are designed, digitized, polluted, and controlled
by the digitized platforms of all kinds.
Brains are deprived, starved, saturated, and
are kept fooled, controlled, and entertained.

The illusions and mirage rule.
The winds and the rains are darkened.
Pollution rule the sky,
the creation of digitized mind.

It is a digitized globalized initiative time
pacified by the "positive" psychology grinds, and
added by "freedom and democracy" rhymes.

It is a master monetary time
cooked and baked at feds and sold by IMS
to imprison the humanity in globalized debt prisons.
It is a master debt slavery time.
It is no other time but our time.

Life

2012-08-28T07:07:00.000-07:00

My dreaming mind dreams that shows of life are to glow, and
never to become sputtering flows that never flows.
Life is to grow and glow not to be sputtered and slowed.
The living brings the sputtering and the slowing games to reign.
The sputtering games are to be had for the living drama sake
never to be clad into life's grow, glow, and the flow.

The sky is clear.
Mind seeks the play of the year.
The cool brisk breeze rushed through the window
to remind that gifts of life are here to warm the heart and the soul.

I breathe and feel like a meandering mountain stream
never to be stopped by the rocks, dusts, and
the uphill drills.

Bollywood Karma

2012-08-28T06:31:00.000-07:00

I had some down time what rehabilitation has bestowed on me.
I opened my eyes and looked into the youtube, and
watched some Bollywwood creations of our time.

There are flickers with songs and dance, and
there are stories full of love anger aghast,
the Bollywood's karma of songs and dance.
Love and anger are in play, and passions are on display.

Bollywood's life lines of love and anger are in every screen play
repeating themselves like bodhi circle never to stop, and
never to change the pace.
The repeat circles and the remnants of the sameness remains
predictable full of melancholic song, dance, guilt, and the shame.

Dance and songs roar, and the actors make body moves...........
emotions rise, voices gear, the dancing begins, and
the floors circle like body groves.

love, anger, guilt, shame, and
melancholia are Bollywood's life lines,
it's passion, it's karma, and
it's money machine dharma.

The Politics

2012-08-27T05:40:00.000-07:00

08/27/2012

The politics of the state, the faith, and the race
are to control minds, water, minerals, and the land base.
The monetary system is the name that achieves "purpose" and the end games.
Humans are the pawns to be controlled and to be played.
Afterall, it is a game, the living game of the state and the faith
to fool, control, and rule.

Then came the arts, the science, education, and the human creative minds
that threatened the establishments of the state, the faith, and
their controlling, fooling, and the ruling minds.

The rest is the history of the plays and the ploys of the state, and
the faith politics that has expanded it's controlling mind to control
the arts, the science, education, and the human creative minds.

Nothing has changed.
It is the game of the state, and the faith
that continues to control the human minds.

Memory Loss

2012-08-10T12:40:00.000-07:00

08/10/2012

There was a time when America had lost it's memory, and
the time was our time.
Globalization sprung, prices rose, but America believed the other way around.
Cars the one's were sold for three thousand were sold for thirty thousand and more..
Gene pants the one's were sold for five dollars were sold for thirty dollars and rose even more.
But America believed the prices were lower, and were getting lower ever more.
The rationalizations and justifications were every where in shining media galore.
A case of nation's memory loss of this magnitude had never occurred before.

There was a time when America had lost it's memory, and
the time was our time.

Beauty

2012-07-30T13:31:00.000-07:00

07/30/2012

Oh, Kahlil your wisdom is great
though I say that I see the beauty differently than your grace.

I see the beauty in the eyes and in the face,
the gateways to the heart, the heavenly place.

* I wrote this after reading a quote by Kahlil Gibran on Marna's FB.

Olympic Games of our Time

2012-07-30T13:00:00.002-07:00

07/15/2012

Olympic games of our time.
Victories are celebrated and romanticized.
Losses are rationalized.
It is an Olympic time to build the body and the mind to shine.
Commercials are selling the products that kills the body and the mind at the same time.
Muscles and the minds are tethered, doped, and brutalized.
It is an ironic time.
It is a conflicting and contradicting time.
It is an Olympic of our time.

It's a global exploitation and consuming time.
It is a religious extremist time.
It is a drone killing time.
It is a race of parallel fake diplomacy time.

Our time is no different than any other time.
It is a time of framing the narratives of the old times.
It is a time to control the human mind and the soul in a "new" frame mold,
the multinational corporate mold, the emperors of our time.

Olympic of our time.
It is an everlasting game of power and control.
Control of freedom to be bargained, and bestowed.
Control of water, food, and world resource to be marketed, and resold.
Control of human mind is the goal of our time.

It is an Olympic time.
Building of body and mind, and killing them at the same time.
It is a McDonald and the likes time.

Particles Flickering Mind

2012-07-28T06:58:00.000-07:00

07/05/2012

Time creeps, and the destiny reaps, so it seems, hooray for the living streak,
the fantasy of human imagination.
The particles enumerate the mind in time, the unchanging time, the ironic time.
Subatomic particles seek only to not to be found, or
there was nothing to be found in a static time.
But nothing stops the fantasy imaginating minds of human kind.
.
The words, the thoughts, and the consciousness slip away
in momentary times, a rehearsal of a kind, the fainting of the conscious mind.
Is it a crossing of horizon, or a closing of a horizon that not to be?
Consciousness returns to it's momentary living
to dwell the knowing and of the unknowing conflicting grinds.

There seems to be a contradiction in what I think, and
what that surrounds the particle, and it's mind.
My mind is a rotary of particle design, or it is an independent
singing subatomic rhyme free from the particle mind.
Time creeps, and the destiny reaps, so it seems in particles' playful chimes,
the particles flickering mind.

THE FREE TIME

2012-07-08T06:52:00.001-07:00

Shake off the colonial spirit and themes of our time.
Free our hearts and minds from colonial enslaved minds.
Colonial living has been with humanity for a long time.

Evolve to be free from the "faith" and "blessing" minds.
It's time for human race to be free from colonial enslaved minds.
Be free from the needy and the greedy minds that breeds the controlling,
fighting, and warring minds.

It is our time. Make it a free time.
Oh, how I wish the dream to turn into a real time, the free time.

HEART POUNDS

2012-06-25T07:23:00.000-07:00

Heart pounds to hear it's sound.
The sound submerged in pollutants of our time.
Heart pounds it's beat in synchronous with the moments,
so it seems.
the mysterious moments of life, love, and it's feat
comes with it's sweets and deceits.
Heart pounds to hear it's sound.

Oh, how I wish the heart to sing, dance, and
keep away from the prance of the controlling and fooling political beasts,
yet I find the freedom slipping away to slime political rhymes to render
security, minimum wage, and a dime.

It is our time when wars had taken a mass murderous incline.
Atom bombs compete with more treacherous killing machines, the human minds.
Heart pounds the mind's sounds in the color triage of thoughts
enslaved by mass media hounds of our time.
Heart pounds, pounds, and pounds in search for it's sound.

A Sleepness Night

2012-06-25T07:00:00.001-07:00

In the darkness of planetary sight, it is a sleepless night
bringing memories the ones have come and gone by.
The silence is out there in the thickness of forest.
Mind is not silent.

It is a sleepless night.
There is no flight.
There is no plight.
There is no blinding sight.
Nevertheless, it is a sleepless night.

The blinks of eyes,
the heart's beat, and
the thoughts pleats
are keeping pace with heart's beat,
making the night,
a sleepless night synchronous with delights of passing time.

THE TIME

2012-06-18T05:31:00.000-07:00

Our time is no different than any other times.
A time is the time of all time, nothing but time.
Time has no color, sect, or shrine.
Humanity is born in time, lives in time, and
passes by in time.
Time lives in all time.

Humanity is circling a constant conflicting beating time.
Conflicts of minds, and the conflicts of souls
reflect humanity's uproars, and
the the political whitewash galores.

Middle east burns and turns.
Drones fly and churn.
Europe forgets the economic dark deeds, and
scales and sells the austerity beat.
Rodney King is dead.
The history of brutality simmers, and lives.

It's time, a time, nothing but time.
Conflicts of minds, and the conflicts of souls
live in a time warped rhymes, the time sublime.

THE PARTICLE SUBLIME

2012-06-10T06:15:00.000-07:00

06/05/2012

The particle sublime:

It is a morning bestowed with a smile from the sun.
I am awake to see the sun and it's steps and turns.
Sun had Venus at it's door that had passed the sun's glaze,
giving the sun a rotation fun and the pun.

Sun, Venus, and "the others"
like human imaginations are on a planetary scroll
mapping the universe as it comes and goes.

Planetary scrolls are the folds of life.
Depth of ocean, and the heights of mountains
are life's play of darkness, surface, and the light.

Life is racing and pacing the planetary sight,
moving and stopping at the same time.

Life is not dancing though it may look like.
Life is neither happy nor sad though it may feel like.
Looks and feels are the momentary blips and slips
in planetary clips roasting and coasting the moments of
delights and sadness of minds, making illusions of all kind.

Life is no mystery to life.
Mysteries are the carvings of minds,
the made up minds of thoughts and rhymes.
Life is no mystery to life.
Life is one and all, the particle sublime.