Like a sheet of blotting paper,
Create thy sentience,
With knowledge and patience,
Blindness and ignorance,
Will lead you nowhere,
Don't scoff be aware,
Illumination comes through the soul waking up,
Welcoming change with open arms;
Myriad ways to learn,
Turn mirrors into a window,
We are hypnotized by our vociferous insignificant selves;
Reside in a sea of blindness;
Semblance of truth;
We are into stasis you know.
Restful in ignorance
In trance
Daydreaming in advance
The bold step to welcome change,
Choreographs a dance of awareness;
Adhere to conformity
Makes you an architect of self-decay and you rot;
I chose to gallop not trot
We seek equity
Hoist others from the drudgery
Kindle they inner voice
Many reside in partiality in malady
Life is a mishmash of people
Some are dunce;
They don't understand Science
Popping up like mushrooms,
Orthodox, despise sentience
Reside in ignorance.
Where ignorance is the Master
They handover prescription for disaster;
The superiority over the mass
Squelching others desire;
Adamant, inured wayfarer;
Exploring Journey of the wonderful life
Without a breather
Procrastination never an option
Emerged spurts of Action
Racking brains atop the shoulder
Without fogged conscience
Acquiring knowledge
The so-called population disparaged my action
Never abandoning Science
Experienced painful reaction,
Disappointments, haplessness
Nevertheless forged ahead with vigor
In excruciating torment, malady
In a fogey world with decay,
The fad of formless empathy
Bibliophage: book lover, bookworm;
Bibliophile, reader I am
A cracked egg, crack in the head,
Guts spilling, spilled guts,
Despising affronter I'm nuts.
Forget the World needs acclaim
Again; once more.
No matter what gnaws inside your core,
Overt penchant, dauntless endeavor
Smothered to despair
I have given me hope
for a better tomorrow,
Mum like an angel guiding me
out of my sorrow.
Ambling the way,
Nascent ones,
Those who hold hands
Kindle the passion;
Fly with you fearless,
Regardless of all pointless,
Lead them to fear and fray;
Cumulative Science advances;
A hypothesis becomes a theory,
Yet they adhere to conformity.
Appearance of the umpteenth maestro,
Detesting odor of knowledge, emotion
Are but hazards thrown in the path of survival;
Yes, visitation of the mystifying
Subhuman, so annoying
Traipsing your way, discover the ruse,
They are the hazards for the malaise;
Acclimatize them,
With their hints of no tomorrow
Without sorrow;
Their stockpile would soon end,
They boast of a nest egg,
Ensnare you in kinship, plausibility,
You don’t sneak to a sinkhole,
Halt till the endgame.
Being a person of strong likes and dislikes
Being sure what interests me and certainly doesn't
Conjecturing
"If more of us valued food and cheer and song above hoarded gold it would be a merrier world"
Would it?
The world seems cold?
Kindle inner fire
Warm it, admire those whose fight
Is a hold up, slow down combat
Abhor those with the fearfully enclosed mind.
People deny that and reside in self-spun cocoons, Rejoicing, merrymaking, and hoarding "Gold" for only themselves.---
Everybody has things
They wish not to recall.
Into each life
Some rain must fall.
My heart is an endless subterranean world pounding with desires to drink in the bliss called "Life"
Yet so-called
Sink my needs
Ensconced snugly and securely in theirs,
Yet they can't avoid the bland inevitable.
When going through life's valleys
and thinking there's no way out,
There's hope, without a doubt.
Never live your life
in the past
Enjoy every day
as if it were your last
It is better to be hated
For what you are
Than to be loved
For something you are not
When God
is in the midst,
defeat
doesn't exist.
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