Monday, June 21, 2021

Drink in the bliss called "Life"


 Soak in what life has to offer;

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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