More than Words !

This man's world- knows no discrimination  all it matters is You,  all You's  in all colors and flowers  hairs curly or straight  from Africa or Argentina  Ireland or China ! This man's world- is founded on freedom  either Christian  or Muslim  Hindu, Buddhist or Sikh  everyone is equal this man's world respects  your individual decisions  the only requirement is a human is but a human ! This man's world- respects life as it comes by,  either bi, homo, or hetro life is after-all life so, this man has only one moto of spreading love  and spreading the beauty unconditional life ! This man's world en-grooves the universe  from tiny baby feet's  to giants whales made with every precision  this man's world dances  in every season  but this man's world for most humans seems to be too hypothetical ! This man's world...

Her first sally,  were his fingers- and her eyes pointing toward his void spumescent yet lost She seeks forth  among-st the thunders of  bitter monsoon  but he is not to be found !! The winds  agnize's all her forms  the space fills  all her sadness with love her eyes- still pointing toward  his void but he is not to be found !! She moves unconditionally  with immiscible purity,  even Zeus  intoxicated in lust  cannot deceive her love !! And in the lost land- she finds herself deep in the void of emptiness she is no more all that remains is the  void of love !

The eye in-side,  meets the eye's out-side,  in this vortex  of silence the man dies,  with whirlpools  of emptiness and stillness- the space goes on imprinting forms upon forms  galaxies upon galaxies  while one universe disappears  another appears,  with eyes-  inside and outside  of events and thoughts  with brain bursts  in yet another vortex  of chaos the man dies,  and the universe  as this man cycles- the birth and death of life !

Poetry is space,  and the magic in space-less-ness, overwrought with presence of hysterical paradise,  in rapturous blows,  and euphoric senses ! Dead and dying,  rejuvenated in gleeful flames,  limbs across ruins,  and erotic delights of heart,  trampled soul of a poet !   Disastrous circumstances,  and subliminal rage,  of totality ornamented in stage,  stage of concussion,  claws and tails,  and the thunderous mind games ! Poetry, is the divine cause,  and symptom of all flowing consciousness,  Poetry is treatment of heart,  and test laid upon the mind-full-ness,  Poetry is palpitating universe,  sustained in beam of silent joys !  

The chariot of gods,  resembles visage of Virgo- nitidus and winded in details,  far fetched improtuna tale,  dismal blades of circumlocution,  accouterments of blemishes !  Temple fables and  interline translations ! Allusions and fabulous narratives ! Elemental colours of river deity,  spinning against stories of time ! It's the enormities of argonauts,  following endeavours of- disguised prosperity stretches !  The dragon who fire's moist flowers,  devoid of beauty and  melancholic atmosphere games !

Death is the last euphoria,  in crust of disguised senses- you may call it a way  to express the ray's of kisses,  disguised in layers of skin.  But I won't. Its not those girls in tiara's.  She sells no happiness.  She is the mother curve of home.  Homeliness in sores,  of lost emotions. A lost generation.  Greet them with love.  Start, with a cup, a tea cup.  A cup of love for all.   

the wobbling heart creates imagination light, inside mind-ful-ness of some seesaw sight;  jiggling, joggling,  waggling all around  bobbling with sounds,  oh sound !! zooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooom  it goes around, comes around in quiver it finds its ground- fluttering in love pounds of heart his mind is a driving flux liquefying the heart of rocks  jiggling, joggling, waggling all around  bobbling with sounds,  oh sound !! zooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooom  it goes around, comes around !!