O , Passion is the
humor , our sense of virtue
O , Passion is the
saviour , a blessing and a curse
From the frenzy of
the wielder to the gavel ,it unctions its cubicle
Let it not be driven
from your home –a solace and a summerhouse
Without with , man
shall not live and rest .
Let it not culture thee ;for out of its barrow proceeded
wrath .
And so shall not become an addiction to gavel affliction.
Unleash sound judgment and so shall it become the blessing
of
Many generations
Courted by kings and queens , celebrities and luminaries
When thou had cultured it .
For the sage had said : for out of it are the issues of life
with antecedence encrusted in gold of
mother nature.
From the frenzy of the wielder to this cubicle , two world
must meet .
With the leverage of this unction , two vices and two graces must emerge at once
to shape the destiny and the oracle of
man.
There , a third world would be born as we live thrice in a
single world .
For every man shall be touched by parentage and his neighbor
to live the life of himself .
As a vice and a grace possibly hibernates to muster natural forces
of life forever.
Beholden the grace that nature gives to sustain the
cannonade glorifies this cubicle and the gavel
It is an all time axiom that we undress this passion at the
cubicle to strike the anvil at the gavel
…………………………………………………………contd.
THE GOLDEN MARBLE OF MY FATHER
This passion sways me from the gulf
I do not know exactly
what it is.
The dreams against the gods
The dreams of my head alarms me
Its genre and genome no one ever experienced
To a rational mind , my views on everything
Are candidly obscene to battle manifold.
When they moved to west , had I not moved to the east ?
Alas, a friend had cautioned : neither did you move either ,
To the north , south , west nor to the east but rather hell
bent
To the desert with no oasis.
Wherein no one lives, what a weird world it is !
This I giggled sarcastically not to the jungle but to the
desert of the
aliens and the gods .
I do not agree with a wordly man and divine views –the
ranting of an ant .
Moreso , as I am no wordly man nor heavenly man –an uncouth
margin of
grey matter .
Everybody lives alone and everybody dies alone and no one
lives by himself.
A cannon and the anvil shapes the foundation of mortal
destiny and only with the
Unction of the gaiety at the gavel does it live.
Dreams against the gods control fate and the battle against
fate and eternity occupies
this tenacity ,
Itching from the jungle of mortal thoughts to the benumb and
growl of the gods and forces yet unseen.
To the benumb and bamboozle of mortal arts I began this
journey ,that no one had lived to travel before me .
See , the gods had enthused
, no one had traveled it before .
If an art had done so would probably be because of my
influence .
I lived before my time , had lived before every one and the
thinking that even the gods
Desired to beat .
That every one for lucre , lucre for every one domiciled paradise
at the cannon of the anvil.
Here comes the cannon , we shall never tire as I live alone , I die
alone , I resurrects alone and forever live alone .
The ants[people] and the mega-ants [celebrities] only may
follow in the cubicle wherein we cloth this passion.
For he maketh not a passion , he maketh not a day ; for he
maketh not a passion maketh not a sun and the sun forever departs .
O cemetery ,waileth not again ,that I may wail in vain and
waileth not ye again
O passion cloth me not at the cubicle that I may undress
into the filth of mortal
Grave
Wherein golden dreams for all time are buried in the
sacrilege of the gods .
O sacrilegious tongue , the mortals detest thee at the behest of the
dreams of the gods
And dreams against the gods they lived to worship .
I forever live alone ;for those who live alone are the
moulders of world destiny.
Grant me reprieve , tell the wits ,grant me reprieve and
tell the sun about me
That he may hear in the desert of no oasis wherein I lives .
From the gullible of shrewdness , a bloke saw me afar and
fled from the echo and reecho
Of voice power
In a trance came the forewarn : Never see him face to face ,
never see him alive .
Let not sensation thrills ye to him where detest arises to
make the venture a life time regret and a windy sails.
The heart is seen not in words not really in action but the
voyeur of inside man that protrudes action day billings.
‘I rebuke thee o trance’ as soon as I alighted and grouched.
And heypresto , to the muster and the monster and indeed was
a windy sails .
O that presence speaks marvels and the thoughts alarm me
Like an alien I lived in the nativity , waltzing in the
patriarchal heritage that dawns
on me .
To the ensconce and succor of inward man that enlivens the
day .
The life of my father was fallen on golden marble :of humble
beginning , of resplendent miscarriage and humble ends .
A colossus crude not a colossus cult , of the crude of
golden times betrayed and the ally
Of this valley that I trod .
This golden marble becomes the golden dreams , dreams
against the gods , dreams of the night .
And even patriarch had admitted it is the worldly making of
the providence.
Did I believe it now ?
Behold here , we moved from the cult of colossus crude to
the cult of river Thames
on fire .
There we published golden items on golden marble and golden
dreams sought to be etched on golden antecedence.
This marble published many items from sober tubers to the loftier of censure .
On the sand of time , were planted for the beneficiary of a
later golden antecedence .
To mould and remould the matrix of a rising meteor .
A meteor to protrude the galaxies of the gods and the aliens
,to reshape the fate of man from the wealth of the deep.
O thou censure of the golden marble , grant me reprieve to
cloth passion at the cubicle
Wherein no one knows .
O mother nature- thou motherfuccker , vapour him not
much and favour him not much !
Down to the consternation of his art for the common wealth
of humanity .
Royal words fell on golden marble reshaped destiny .
In the sojourn and journey of the gulf ,we have come this
far and knoweth not where we are headed .
Antecedence that fell on golden marble had a glorious ends
;for it is maneuvered in the censure of the loftier.
And lo , the visions that come every night baffle arts
beyond stupor and chagrin of man
To the stampede of little abode
This golden marble had been the savior of the values yet
unforeseen
AND the golden antecedence much foreseen
To preserve the beauty of the meteor ,of decorum , in the
great match towards the unknown .
The golden marble of my father fallen on the golden marble
of posterity .
There I stand to remould
the failing meteor in the direction of human security and universal prosperity .
I see many lands
before me –the land of the unknown .
That no one travels that none sojourns .
Virgin and desolate , horrible to the mortals and sedate to
uncommon lores.
No means of transport to alien far land where the meteor is
to transit humanity into the land of the alien .
And merging of the races would produce new evolution and new
design .
And the Darwinists and the creationists could be one .
One to justify their belief as two faces of a single coin
,and the herald
Of Darwinist golden big bang .
To put an end to the ethos of the social Darwinists that
polarizes the world
Root to global crisis
and wars indulged by capitalists
from the remorse of no one to the remorse of all .
Let not the schools be complicated further from the jungle
of arts to the golden age of arts .There shall all men be made whole .
Marvels everywhere that even heavens in their beauty never
known before .
And the simple life forms that evolved and designed
ontology probably never knew
before .
Put up your dukes and fight ;only the bold and the daredevil
Not the mighty follows this path .
Take the duke and throw not away the gauntlet as gavel rolls
in the public square.
Pearls are many and gems are many and nickels can be
everywhere but no one knows
the foundry .
No one dares to follow unless the kingly encomium and
epicure is attached .
Hare-gull lives in hare-hell and ;knowing not that they run
the hare to hunt the hounds .
Harlot of dreams in diverse dunghill indulges in
harlequinade thrown in the jungle to betray golden marble .
It is etched on golden letters of history and they that husk
and husk until Harry harry no more .
No man can rise above his destiny and the fertile soil of
dream is survival .
They come in the gore and go in the whore .
STRIKE THE ANVIL
In the great words of Abraham Maslow :if you have the hammer
you tend to see every problem as a nail.
This I do not have either but I do have the fists like everyone
else .
That I cold trigger with sheer guts every resolve under sun .
It is by the hammer and the anvil and the periphery that man
shall live .
That an arts could undergo refinery to face the hurdle of problem solving .
Those who think well go beyond the nail and the hammer to strike the barn door
As the strike the anvil.
The ayes and the nays may have it when it thus matter and
looses when it does resist.
That every problem is the anvil and every solution is the hammer.
O strike the anvil ,o strike the anvil .
………………contd.
PASSION FOR
FREEDOM
We are watchers on the great walls of great freedom
Engraved in the hallowed walls of great history .
Antecedence favors
the bold and not the mighty.
And the bold as the mighty from flighty reshaped the destiny
and the great
Annals of history .
We believed not what
we were yesterday and not what we were today nor
tomorrow
But the quality of golden antecedence that we desire
And thence posterity shall be of great value
It is this freedom not yet observed that liberates all man .
ON the great hallowed walls of world freedom we live .
We live not as the bohemian and the mavericks really
But savors the glorious days ahead for the tranquility of
man
As the epicenter of affordable social life .
In battlefield we live yet we knoweth it not and there we
die to battle in
The dark.
We cannot be relied upon only believe today alone
For it is not certain even though we live it with gusto and
ill-rapture
of sensation .
Nor can we learn from today , it is quite not justified
without the observer’s
lurk and instinct reflexes on the past
For that which we know held us bound and that we know not a far greater danger .
We are men on the wall of great freedom but not fighters
enough for the change
To happen ,
The change that we seek and not the change we desire .
That we cannot observe the observe of the golden past and we
cannot make the change happen
Unless we pass and travel through the pages and ages of
history .
We shall be defeated on this walls unless we observe the
golden past .
Those who spread the gospel of freedom travel this journey
that dark ages have forever
Deemed uncouth.
In Kennedy’s great words , watchers on the walls of great
freedom .
Freedom is a fugitive in a world today and everywhere it is
a fugitive far driven from home .
Aloof in the desert and uncouth in the grave like the gipsy wanders
everywhere without a home .
That who travels these
pages --a meager few were hounded into sepulcher and have come to become moulders of human destiny if
survived.
The gospel of freedom
is censured everywhere and very seething far ahead of their generation .
A remnant miniature
detest competition and the quality of their foresight had come to
Be interrogated
Freedom today is a slavery and a competition slavish world
means man everywhere is in chains .
The world is not freed even though we claim we are freed .
The world is not freed even though some claim they are freed
The world is not freed including the task masters who have
mortgaged the
price of freedom
Where is the true passion for freedom ?where is the true
passion for living ?
…………..contd.
Passion for freedom delivers passion for living ,that which
elevates universal human freedom .
We cannot be seen to despair and the passion that delivers
not abused
The world is lacking in freedom but claims to be its
advocate.
An alien in the jungle , in the forest and alien everywhere
. Where is the fate of man?
Those who fail to clothe him cried the most ,when the twin
brothers ravaged their fortune
This twin bang controls the destiny of man –that we shall be
freed today and be slave tomorrow to our neighbor .
That we shall be slave today and be freed tomorrow from the
pawn of aggressors .
Dovetails in to the rise and fall of great history.
When the golden twin appear in the city to campaign in the
public square
The prudent carefully courted to the slain of dunderhead and
dumbbell.
No one can alter damage done to prodigal son with no
shrewdness.
No one can recognize them with same facial appearance even
more than identical twins
Could have .
Had humiliated insensitive from time immemorial .
When we beseech thee O umpire light is dawned on us .
And this light shall be way maker for the observer to court
freedom not his brother.
They go to the umpire only a handful of races and tongues.
Serfdom carved this semblance froth beyond human ability to
discern .
Carefree ,highly mobile friendly and not self demanding but
opportunity takers
The glory power of attorney resides with the umpire whose colours of rainbow
The wind had failed to indicate
He reflects and exudes their image and market their effect
as distributed in the golden pages of history .
……………………….contd.
THE GOLDEN DREAMS OF THE WORLD FIRST CITIZEN.
I am the song of a new nation
B I am the
song of a new generation
I am the
song that many live to sing .
I am the
battle that many desire to fight
I am the
battle of a new era and the consensus of a golden generation
I I am the
beginning of history and the end of history
I am the beginning of the ages and the end of
the ages
I am the
voice of the voiceless and the song of the song less .
That I am
the voice of a new generation is the reason why we live
In this
rapture , I have found myself hung in between choices greater than I
Living
other peoples dreams that empathy bestows on mercy cloth .
How do I intend to
repair the bridges that are fallen apart ,
Roads that were never
built , and rail that no train crosses
coaches that hardly
exist
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