Pigeon Hole

Our favorite game: what can we buy today.
It's your turn to see if what was caught
To be bought by the inspired twinkle in your eye;
A temptation leech crawling on the time that we had,
Making a value suitable to the proclivity in your skies.
A criminal enterprise is training the casual
To become more than just a thinking mind;
And what votif the descendents of greif entrust in God;
Can it be, our love of ranching milk and meat
Is responible for more than half of the greenhouse gas disease
To play the game of how can we escape the fray
By destruction of a second hand parasitic tax for the bevy of water needed to process beef
Begging the question to be a true environmentalist if you still eat meat.

Not to deploy on the organizations' strings
A controlled perception to silence the protests for what cause spoke highly of deforestation
Was a pigeon-hole to the sensitivities of an imbedded agribussiness. One that's habituated to enjoy the protein inside an animal
Instead of the grains used to feed the squandering of land usage
We trade matter for fat to extinguish our dying breed

No bones were found on the backs of an uninformed movement
Because people must give up what they love to accomplish what they merely like
A second-rate Earth destined be caught in a spider web
Looking around to see which threads connect to keep it all together

Copyright
Amar Kharidia
2018

Dealing Stones

Disconcerted by the frustrations
that took over the town of old mills
in which we used to watch the water run
up the hills and downstream again
cleansing rocks with minerals inside the lymphnodes
too devine on the sanctity of this river bed

Angling thrills despite the rain caught us in a whirlwind
of a cyclotome cutting through the eye of the storm
in your head, methodically repressed to swallow
a callous nerve agent trading sanity in the post trademark
for a piece of bread

With that kid going off to Afghanistan did he ever settle the debt
received inside his head compensation from an assessed hitherto
danger zone equation saving the weighted paper
from becoming comatose sacrificed a body instead
is what the noble arborist deals with to score one more drink
before the money he receives can no longer bring him to Heaven

And though the truth may vary to parkour another windchime
on the eve of Christmas with a lie detector hidden beneath the skin
what these presents are meant by when given
love, love, love and a future determinism for past-tense
of a screaming boxed home wondering when another war will ever end

In their heads or the center of town, the noise is dead
silence on the brokerage of communication displaying
the personality disorders of all our friends conveying a heart
awakened by the sounds of bloodletting the color red

Comets boost the static of never getting anywhere
with the flame in you reaching among the stars
as the friction is found running through the noumenal trees
on a hike to vibe the roost
above the clouds descendant upon the valley of a refreshing loss
peering in to why God shows nothing more
than what He wants to

I catered to Him enough, without myself
who can be in control of the reckless plot
of malice creating disturbances in my mind
as an afterthought to what sort of genius makes me kind;
looking for a place to start the journey to the other side
where warning signs are not even dispensed

I saw life
in you that first time
it was no fable to see that you were able
to be the mentor that turns on the light
lost in the innocence of a smile so bright
and eyes that could match the sweetest animal
known to mankind

Hearken the rudimentary
knowledge is queen to space it out with a crawl
and figure what it means to be a tear or be on one
sort of machination in the deliverance of what you bring forth
beneath the scheme of what is deemed, finally on desolation
to deal the stones a value to the source
in observation play the brimming sounds of harmony
as it grows into nothing but the stems rooted to the ground
as a story to redeem the malleable non-construct to be raped

Do you remember what was had on those sunspots
flaming indignation for the reverent to funnel out a new cave
of wonder wondering how we survived, it took me a while
to confide in conjoining the two, strands of fluctuating DNA
in you could be infected with the duplication of this lore
as a jilted galore shot the eyes all the way up my shore
on a boat holding Pandora’s Box

Copyright
Amar Kharidia
2018

Acuate the Causerie

To know or not that therein
Lies the risk of reminding the shadow
Of the body in charge of your soul
Whether it's worth it to keep
Your mouth shut running the risk
Of being a good samaritan
In a world hushed into a single-minded prosaic
Lacking the dignity to release myself
Unto the throes of self-centered logic
Making the grunts happy that I declared anything at all

And to their credit, I worked harder not only
Smarter and more efficient for what I was willing to get paid,
And yet the sky looks pretty in pink
Telling the mind to forget any further repercussions
Because Dharma is universal
And the transition from Dhahran to the Amazon is quite poetic

In the justice we seek
Being part of a united front
Is easier when the front is united
Amending the rise of a one world government
Distinguishing roles to acuate the causerie
Into a rushed summary that tends to volumize discovery
Of the conciousness of truth remembering
If we have yet found a reason to study
And not just research the summit of curiosity

Copyright
Amar Kharidia
2018

Linguistic Disagree

Terrorists at home because of the terrorists abroad
Hanging onto the thread that personal freedoms are not their own
Delineating from the mouth what pretense is this act of valor to increase the sound
Turned up past the point of obscurity
Where the ability to strive lone gunman inviting a coup on the injustice of abetted tyranny

With our last chance to breathe, can we
Assemble the power within to topple the dark tower
Creating fear and angst in the mental discourse
From silence, when follows to break up the worst
Order of operations on mathematical remorse

Investing into an agency to see
If we all speak the same language
In divagation, they took away security
Because the account was in linguistic disagree
As if the central intelligence had no clearance
To dispute the president's oligarchy
As granted by free speech

Entombing the elites became a question on the merits of leading the team
Into a mainstay of fervor for world peace
That did not trade supply for the demand of greed
Circulating fewer dollar bills to bridge the gap of parity

Tensions between nationalists debate xenophobia and who can vote properly;
Am I qualified to make a coherent existence
Paying taxes to fund all sorts of things I don't want
That throb at the medallion of consensus
With a dissonance in civic duty being how vs. Why

Copyright
Amar Kharidia
2018

Range of Disorder

Plagiarizing the heart entails
that one does not have one of their own
and if you can see yours, you can see mine
from the old verse lest benign to new entrails
bewitched upon the summit of new ideals
that triangulate emotion from how I felt
unwelcome if you really bite those nails
to trust the cretin appeals that got you goggling
over my stupidity that did not care
why you make fun of me, I’m sorry
for spoiling the barrier that left you hanging
around an anaconda to the right philosophizing
on how to take over the moon
and wrap it into crushed art melting
tyrannical darts in your purview

Who is left is left but the ones joking in the alley
lying about lying to make judgments on your front
when the rules have fallen apart in a range of disorder
to confront the ease to be fucked over belies on brutality
when the Honest hurt to become alive again
this religion is no longer a myriad of open-ended thought
the accumulation of one
trying to convince me that I was worse than I was
when all these games just fade to black times the internet was found
to dread upon quarrels underneath the Bohdi Tree
the crowd has spread out and set loose
from the persuasion of this caboose trashing the world in vernacular pollute

Corrupting the social industry with gold plated speech
that presumes the montage of differences between the actor and the teacher
and who is better at preaching to children
because those who can, do
and those who can’t, teach
so what incentive is there in learning from someone who can’t
an open-ended question
was always at the end of a history test
like why do so many people in America
not know what the Confederate Flag really stands for, or,
furthermore, the understanding misses the point on who won the Civil War

So much lying escapes the ability to thrive past the lost
pages of time that the inhumane acts of slavery were placed upon
the Civil War is still going on behind the scenes
in a State of the Union, the address has gone Republican to the South
who can decide what facts society will live their freedoms on
and whether or not the Stand Your Ground Act is in any way racist
when human lives matter people are given a license to police
making no difference if the police are already bigots, so we
train them better on pemdas equations
of when to reach for the gun they have strapped to their waist
undercutting the mere psychological arrangement
if they have grown into such hatred past the point of no return from their fate.

The brooding castigation had a way of circling around the waves
to find a rogue singular atom that could center it all
on a universal statement hidden behind the looks that nature gave
as if Gaia did not discriminate
against the ones that tried to kill her
because she tried to be a non-conformist
within her conformist grave.

To know the science of God be it will
religion confide in the accompaniment of your soul still?
When the only place is now, to what do we owe the honor
to get out of here perchance we’ll find a different pill?
The consistent trend has filed into a range of disorder


Copyright
Amar Kharidia
2018