Mavinda Cyril
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To each his own is baggage internal
Conceited that 'hope springs eternal'
I wonder how one'd destine infernal
A soul for having erred under bane
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The rain, on the panes
Like a sallow river
Raging down the space
Leaves a shiver.
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Time wreaks an unceasing itch
Onto lonely burden of my thoughts
Oft librates dense on the brink
As libations are poured into totes
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The toxic culture of greed
Reigns sedate, in auras of authority.
It has raped our heritage
Worst than the foreigner hegemony
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Appalled by the oftenness
Of people cashing in chips,
I ponder o'er my odds, next
Time, mayhap my soul slips
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Things I do to elute a conscience
Wreak intimal senses to be frank.
Not that feign-trained insouciance
Nor the surrogate emotion bark,
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I'm a reticent reserve of monadic and poetic verve From alterity unspoken thro' ages of unknown bards.)
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We All Got Problems
To each his own is baggage internal
Conceited that 'hope springs eternal'
I wonder how one'd destine infernal
A soul for having erred under bane
That's existence! Upon it angst lade
Progress of minds and lifes' game
For so long to forget dogma's tirade
The grind, in hope of solution's lame
And thus some fervently claim
Even the insentient assort of golems
Even the sentient gnomes.....
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I prefer the steep criticism of rational mind to the thoughtless appraisal of the masses; For the latter's minds are not their own, any credulous opinion as truth for them passes!
It's hard to accept political japes when you've seen one too many of them survive free and fair election.
Those I trust I can count on one hand; and am always ready to cut fingers!
On the world tonight, there's end in sight.
God give us men. The time demands Strong minds, great hearts, true faith, and willing hands; Men whom the lust of office does not kill; Men whom the spoils of office cannot buy; Men who possess opinions and a will; Men who have honor, —men who will not lie; Men who can stand before a demagogue And damn his treacherous flatteries without winking! Tall men, sun-crowned, who live above the fog In public duty, and in private thinking. WANTED by Josiah Gilbert Holland
If I wanted a joke, I'd just watch you try to think.
Three minutes' thought would suffice to find this out; but thought is irksome and three minutes is a long time.
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