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70%

Note: My thoughts on modern-day sex

70% digital porn and thus the monstrous gap between sexes
70% porn, 70% gap, 70% modernity
30% spirit, 30% truth, 30% intellect

You are porn to me because you are pretty
You are porn to me because you are not pretty
You are porn to me because you can think
You are porn to me because you cannot think
You are porn to me because your body is yours
You are porn to me because your body is not yours
You are porn to me because you need to flee
You are porn to me because of you are comfortable
You are porn to me because you are a cheat
You are porn to me because you are not a cheat
You are porn to me because you have more
You are porn to me because you have nothing
You are porn to me because you know more
You are porn to me because you know less
You are porn to me because you are vulnerable
You are porn to me because you are not vulnerable
You are porn to me because everyone tells me so
You are porn to me because everyone does not tell me so
You are porn to me because you are learned
You are porn to me because you are not learned
You are porn to me because you are digital
You are porn to me because you are not digital
You are porn to me because you can write
You are porn to me because you cannot write
You are porn to me because you have a camera
You are porn to me because you do not have a camera
You are porn to me because you have food
You are porn to me because you do not have food
You are porn to me because you are covered
You are porn to me because you are not covered
You are porn to me because you are clean
You are porn to me because you are not clean
You are porn to me because I want you
You are porn to me because I do not want you
You are porn to me because you have freedom of speech
You are porn to me because you do not have freedom of speech
You are porn to me because you are you
You are porn, you are porn, you are porn

This decadence is physical, mental, and spiritual
It is felt, understood, recycled, accepted, and increased
No words shall describe this folly
Except for “we don’t know what we are doing and expose us less”

May heaven expose us less
May heaven expose us less

But, where is the heaven?

Let them scan for the heaven
But, their vision is for scanning girls in class
The rest of their vision is for scanning prostitutes

Thus, heaven is only 30% away
Thus, truth is 70% from you
That’s the way it shall stay

Hasta la vista, hasta la vista, hasta la vista
Rhymes the heaven

mannequin

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Average Joe

Note: This poem is dedicated to those who suffered during the recession.

Control
Average Joe sat staring in nothingness
Hearing the age-old battle of despair and hope
Adamantly, he urged the self
“Seek within; seek without; within and without
…don’t cease, don’t desist.”
Alas! Disappointment drowned the self immeasurably
As his cell phone never rang and that email never arrived

Helplessness
Silently, Brownian motion prolonged
As the dust particles collided randomly
Young Joe collided too, silently, with others
You see, random collision was the norm
..had been the norm for several years
Gradually, Joe turned into a puppet
Silently floating from sector to sector

Rape
Heads up, Joe the soldier marched onward
Smiling at a simple memory of someone
Silence!
Word of the Day: Harmonized Taxes
Fresh Joe’s dignity blew to thousand pieces
As the economy, an outrageous beast
Raped Joe mercilessly of his meager possessions

Lawless World
Hush! There is no law stating that this rape is a crime
A battered Joe shared thoughts with his confidante
Despairingly hoping for things to alter
As the two-faced clowns threw money at the economy
Nonchalantly, Joe drowned in music and cheap drinks
“Stay Busy. That’s the reality call, that’s the sanity pill”
But the black hole got wider and wider

Cont’d…

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Poo Pies etceteras

Note: I wrote this today, on Oct.13, 2013, after feeling very frustrated about any wars that are taking place and poverty. Please feel free to email this poem to any official who care about stopping wars or poverty. Keep smiling! 

We made poo pies from body waste
Stool cream from feces and dung
Excreta cupcakes from droppings
And buffalo chips from fertilizers 

I carry this news from the prison cells
Mayday, mayday, mayday!

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The Kid

Note: This poem came to me when I was meditating on the picture of an African child, which was published on World Vision’s website. I was planning on donating some money for the African children and was distracted by a kid’s picture. So I meditated on the picture for a couple of minutes and created this poem.

He looks at us with those dignified eyes

His head slightly tilted
That appeal for respect in his eyes
That appeal for recognition
Shining magnificently
He beseeches us politely
Wondering if we will ever answer
His lips quiver as he fights hesitation
Wondering how to endeavor properly
Silently praying
Yearning for a hug
That orphan kid
Hugs his knees
Sitting on the rough ground
He watches the kids pass
Hand in hand with their parents
A tear escapes his eyes
That gallant shine almost disappearing
Am I not wanted?
Am I not needed?
A smile forms slowly
As he looks up at the sky
And feels the strength and courage
Emanating from within
One day, I will be loved
It’s not too dark yet
It’s not too dark yet
poverty

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