Sticks And Bones

Are we afraid of the past? Do we blame our weaknesses and shortcomings on the past?
Are we committing suicide in the fiery shelters of worry?
Why is the human race finding it so difficult to re-enter the Garden of Eden?
Can we blame one Adam alone? Is there a vital point that we are failing to understand?
One man hopes in religion for redemption and the other cares not a damn about redemption. Few people are still wondering redemption from what?
Why are we so down-trodden at times even when we live in palaces drinking the finest wines and eating the finest of foods?
This is a disease! Worry is a disease!
Society was created to be a beautiful system to govern man in a just and correct way! But this system has been infiltrated! This system has been corrupted, destroyed! If society were true to itself, there would be no rebels against it.
The human race must sit down and evaluate its past and formulate true corrections to its mistakes.
A great problem in today’s world is man has developed a habit of blaming his mistakes on any other he can find. I refer to the leaders, to the government, and yes of course, to God! God is his easiest way out, every mistake he accounts to God! How foolish is he, the mistakes man created he alone can solve! Why doesn’t he realize this?
Society has created the great illusion of competition! Why are we competing so hard with the outside world when the real competition lies within us? Survival of the fittest was the greatest misconception Charles Darwin made. Every being is born to be the fittest! But the illusion is created that one is greater than the other, one weaker than another! Bullshit!
Why are we pretending to be people we are not? Why are we choosing role-models for ourselves? If man is ever to have a role-model it must be God alone! For every person is created unique, and when one is trying to be someone else, he will always fail!
If man does not take efforts to quickly change, this world will become a graveyard of sticks and bones!
Why has God been so miserably misconceived by this world? God has never intended to be a reason for bloodshed! Why are books like The Bible, Koran and Gita being literally understood when there is so much more behind them?
Shallow people, foolish people!
Why does man turn to God only in a time of difficulty?
Don’t you understand God will not come to you in the middle of battle and give you more ammunition!
God will not come to you on the eve of an exam and provide you with the question set!
God will not come to you when you sit on the footpath and give you a stack-load of money!
Why do we always look at God in such Earthly ways?
God will give you strength, confidence, love! And he will support you through nature!
He will support you in natural ways, not artificial human-like ways!
Do not deny the undeniable! Man has wasted too much time in this! Rather just accept and move forward!
Unless man realizes this, the world will soon become a graveyard of sticks and bones!

When I look around, I wonder why it is so difficult for a man to love his fellow-men!
Love is the instinct of every human being! If we live a life or originality and truth, if everyone is true to their heart, we will realize this!
There are few men who gain pleasure out of violence! These are the men who are still primitive in mind, or to speak more truly, the men whose minds have been twisted by a false society! People who have had childhoods tormented by the great system of society, lives ruled by injustice, lives destroyed by greed and selfishness of others!
Violence is a very foolish and impatient outlet for insanity! Do not indulge in it, because violence is a traitor! It betrays everyone who it signs a contract with!
Give love a chance! A true chance! Today, turn to your neighbor and love him or her! Be true to your heart! You will realize that no other act has offered you a greater sense of peace and pleasure! Every human was born to love. Love transcends all boundaries, love destroys all fences, love murders violence, love is the only path to heaven!
Why does man get pleasure out of proving another wrong and proving himself right?
Man is never right! He is right only to his own cause and comfort! He is an idiot!
If a man says he cannot love, he is a great idiot! He a man says he does not know how to love, he is the greatest idiot! Look around you, everything and everyone around you deserves love! This world must be an ocean of love, a garden of love! That is the true purpose of existence! We were purposed to make this Earth a garden of love! Look around us, everything is so beautiful! We must be overflowing with gratitude! We must have so much love within us that we cannot keep anymore for ourselves!
The solution here is simple, love the world for what it is! Love a neighbor for who he is!
Unless this is understood, the world will soon become a graveyard of sticks and bones!

Ryan Runs

A little boy with a gun in his hand,
In the stead of a plastic toy,
With a dad who had a burning temper,
Working in a store down the road,
One day Ryan saw his raging father,
Drive a knife into the neck of his mother,
The blood spurted out to form a pool,
Fierce red on the floor below,
And then his dad turned to Ryan and said,
‘Son it’s just a nightmare, dinner and of to bed.’
Ryan runs from his haunting childhood,
Into a world with lies for shelter,
And the marks on his hand tell a story,
Of how he sold his soul to lady heroin!

He spoke to trees, told them his tales,
Tales of how his blood burned in hatred,
The trees had no tears to shed,
But gave him dry leaves for comfort
Ryan wrote poetry to ease his soul,
Then drowned his conscience in a bottle of scotch
He walked the world filled with strange people,
He wanted to love, but never knew how to
In the world, he saw love was bounded by rules,
He could not understand, so threw himself in hatred
Rejected the world, that murdered his mother,
That dreadful night, the devil in his father
Ryan runs from the fearful world,
Into a world where peace is rebellion
And his little eyes tell a dreadful story,
Of how he sold his soul to lady heroin!

So Ryan fell in love the first time he could,
Found a pond of hope in a great windy desert
The mystical experience of love he felt,
Smiled for a while, until it broke
Tears of blood, that never trickled down,
Stored in his heart, for the moment of revenge
The moment that never came, to his maddening misery
He slit his hand and saw his own blood drip down,
What else could he do to shed those tears of revenge?
And then some fool across the city offered him a contract,
Made him sell his poetry for those murderous million dollars
Ryan stuck himself in the cruel net of fame,
Never denied he loved it, now he could afford cocaine
Ryan runs from the winds of truth,
Into a world with only trees for friends,
And his words tell a tragic tale,
Of how he sold his soul to lady heroin!

Twenty-nine finally came,
Insanity growing so tremendously fast!
Ryan had his first victim, the old man crossing the road,
As his car knocked him over, the old man cold dead
Only a month he served, He was Ryan Connors anyway,
Back on the road, with greater tales to tell
His words won the coldest of hearts,
Though the dark secrets were concealed within
No one really knew the angel that truly was,
Destroyed by the world, condemned, yet loved,
Loved for his words, for his insane lifestyle
The world destroyed yet another soul,
Destined for greatness, and though still found it,
Died of his own hands, the pellet through his brain
Ryan runs no more from the cruel world that was,
Into a world, with greater lies to tell
And his body at the motel room becomes a part of history,
And how he sold his soul to lady heroin!

Feelings

Fragrant rose, your splendor divine,
Round blue sky, God’s very own eye,
Winds of hope, that caress my hair,
The beautiful people, who love and care,
My heart is dancing to David’s harp,
Use love to kill the sword that is sharp,
Listen with your heart, the voices of the trees,
Their words are drenched with waters of truth.
Why wine when the wind can get you drunk?
Why war when peace is what we want?

Feed your soul with moments of laughter,
Float don’t fly, you’ll reach heaven faster.
Imprison ego with chains of humility,
Live for today and you’ll live for eternity,
Life is no game, in which you play for fame,
Why must the world remember your name?
Like how the see reflects the sky,
Let man reflect the creator of life.
Why hate when love is the instinct of man?
Why pride when we are but mere weak mortals?

Why do we search when peace is within?
It can never be sought, only realized.
The birds in the air, know not of worry,
Flapping their wings, wings of freedom,
Let your heart be cradled in the arms of humility,
Wisdom is not sought, but always accepted,
Ego is a soldier of the devil’s troops,
But love is the commander of God’s army.
Why frown when laughter can uplift your soul?
Why violence when peace is our greatest quest?

Music, it wires my heart to heaven,
Painting the corridors of my mind,
The grace of a lady, God’s greatest trick,
With eloquence she walks, with innocence she smiles.
A million men dance to her fickle tune,
Few travel to paradise, many rot in gutters.
The creator is subtle, he speaks through music,
He acts through the wind and saves through strangers
Why fear when destiny lies in your hands?
Why anger for it is only a form of insanity?

Laugh, smile and jump for no reason,
And remember each moment, ‘Life is beautiful’.