Off the river to estuary

The tidal waves linger on

there is a pastel color coming off the paper

I am half a sleep and half in a dream

the river water churns on

There is respite from the heat

the boat is riding the wave forth to see

there is silent love as if stuck in waves

I forget the girls that come and stood

and before the dance offers goats to God

their live long seed stopping something in the midst

for love to come and see at the estuary.


Is God The heavenly idea about love?

I am beginning to philosophize God as the eternal being unconscious of human existence.It is like nothing of God exists.It is like having No God.We are greedy to settle the claims as our wishful thinking or for a moment’s lapse without pain so we believe in a deity.There exists no other reason to fathom God than transcendentĀ  argument of the supreme being had to be there looking after the world as if a man takes care of his own property,God is overwhelming with his creation of the world.This is a problem if God is removed from the world we loose sense of meaning in the world and we must reconsider pain as necessity of the world which we don’t want to believe.We want an object of our love to serve our purpose of love begets love.There is no sign of any relationship with the spiritual world of man in the sense that man has been hallucinating about the supreme being.There is no evidence of any hallucinatory tales about Godly love since there could not be any supreme idea that occurs as a manifestation of self other than the individual. So heavenly claim could be a false idea about creation in which the individual longs for an existence free of burden that he has created an idea about God.Referring universe as heavens is not incorrect in that the human has pined his hopes on a condition that his personal position in the world denies.So we could opine on the creation of the world as always being there without any necessity of its starting up from somewhere in time so that its been existing since time immemorial.We cannot afford any other meaning to it but the one that presupposes theĀ  eternal form of time for the universe and hence for the omnipotent God.



On a dreary dull day

there suspends nothingness and to wonder

the tower like pyramid.The ghost flushes the flashes

and get aside of the great gig in the sky

there is silence on the moving away from eternity

and balance the fineness of the argument

tipped in favor of the sluts who bother

the bed ridden men and pose for

the candid camera.Let all be commerce

and follow the river to destiny as we think

about Father’s day and then all be silent.

The Dead Winter

Finds love,the instinct she said was a virtue

there is nothing to clamor about but cold

that the feet when pressed cold dots love

the sagacious concerns of nothingness

there is empty hallowed winter

no one waits for love to arrive

there is nothing concern standing up perchance

there is wet dance on the floor who neither shows

nor redeems the welcoming winter.There is an ion

who says iconic clans beat the earth where is

left warmth of togetherness.This is awake sense

that puts you on flight to Mars, no humbug but

the winter is not showcased like a pariah in the

summer capitals of the world.We are managing that

much of heat on climate change concerns.


The Dream on a dreary day

I arose one day from sleep

and lumbered in my room saw a tortoise

and the shadows of wolves hunting on pine groove

the will was forced and silent autumn pierced the leaves

there is the God of things and love about valleies

There the silence of angels and roar of the devil

Nonetheless I poured a cup of tea

and slurped all of it like pen devours the ink

The inkling was a God upon meditation

hindering the silence further more

There was will again further more

Nothing could pass and the force

was vigorous and clouds spell the misfortune

of hiring rockstar in his pagan ways

consuming and the consumed

the goat and the bait was used

and all fell silent then

The songbird

It came with a trifling start

the end came first when all who talked

hiding the blue warm winter behind a nebula

there was a pause and the bird twittered

nothing more than a whimper man could

propose to the city of tokyo

There is curd and nonetheless a coffee jar

haloing the sacred with the sermons

and men performed about the rising statue

of leftmost tirade to silence.The boisterous song

continued with meaning and the bird denied all

the singing besides a computer seeded bulwark.

The Game

The plain looking men pale than paler in contrast

yet the men have had a clear shot at destiny and

freeze into a statue of silence moving around

There are friends who long for dance after the show

of night in thunderstruck applause halted all that was

mimicry and suggests an epoch of boredom on the earth

when the heavens were cut out and eve had signaled the

fall of Athens to the barbarians up the north.Now the sense

of mythology in history and the scenes of history in mythology

Jumpstart the game