Treasure Island

Deodath Debideen


Deepavali- From Darkness to Light


The deluded dead
Immortality scrubbed
Blinded to the plot
Salvation robbed

Lived the Elites' plan
Floundered on God's
Illusion, Delusion, Hallucination
The Systems are duds

'Tis how to live dearies
Lessons by example
Bigger grew the madding crowd
No enlightenment to sample

Gathered tribes
In games they met
Angels stalked
A game of death

Estrogenic armies
Sexual recruitment
Snake-powered warriors
Pimped arrangement

The divvied pie-slices
Who signed who
No angel signature
No life for you

The crooked movie script
Human lifetimes controlled
No entry to enlightenment
Satanic modes extolled

No God, No Reasoning
No right or wrong contested
Slumbering souls unroused
To fight as darksiders nested

One life to live
Eat, drink, be merry, have fun
No time for God and such
When you're dead you're done

Don't rock the boat
Better than you have come and gone
Change? Change what?
Water droplets in the sun

Sleep-inducing joy?
Sorrow must Awaken then
Illusions to shatter
Truth, Revelation, Enlightment

Honesty discovers truth
The dead bathed in lies
Living, talking heads
Dishonesty in disguise

Lying world
Courting with pleasure
The hidden plot discounted
Souls couldn't measure

Deception is truth?
For superficial awareness
Behind the scenes
Find truth, that dispeller of darkness

Submitted: Saturday, October 17, 2009
Edited: Saturday, October 17, 2009

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  • Mehta Hasmukh Amathalal (10/28/2009 7:27:00 PM)

    Deception is truth?
    For superficial awareness
    Behind the scenes
    Find truth, that dispeller of darkness................ya lead me kindly fromdarkness to light and that is exactly the dipawali festival is....lovely presentation...time to assess life with his blessings and guidamce....i liked it....10

    read mien...go back...pulled from deep sleep...i am disgrace (Report) Reply

  • Donielle Smith (10/22/2009 12:07:00 PM)

    Hi again, this one was a great write as well, very deep. Keep up the good work!

    God Bless! !
    Donielle S. (Report) Reply

  • C. P. Sharma (10/18/2009 10:13:00 PM)

    Deodath, your verse moves majestically, in form and content, from darkness to light removing all cobwebs and illusions on this festival of lights. Thanks for this beautiful gift.
    CP (Report) Reply

  • C. P. Sharma (10/18/2009 10:13:00 PM)

    Deodath, your verse moves majestically, in form and content, from darkness to light removing all cobwebs and illusions on this festival of lights. Thanks for this beautiful gift.
    CP (Report) Reply

  • Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar (10/17/2009 11:49:00 PM)

    Full of philosophy. 'eat, drink and be merry' is a code line formed by a hindu athiest philosopher, Chrvaka, in Vedic times, i.e.3000 years back, based on materialism. shan (Report) Reply

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