Dalai Lama…
Not for gridlocks all between our china politic taking some debaters come from Japan. Fishing islands as called are lands of china.
Facts are true as Tibet lands belong to DALAI LAMA.
DALAI LAMA philosophic white lies mention pains are no the same as suffers.
DALAI LAMA needs to fetch the facts as TIBET must belong to his tribes.
TIBETAN Buddhism manifests gods of mercy all by religion dressings.
Who will help the body minds or spiritual powers?

The priest and the raven
Catholic and Pagan
Shared time
In the garden of men

The priest dreamed of heaven
Lasting redemption
Immaculate conception
Virginal women

Honoured, beloved and blessed

But also remembered
Hot days in the sun
Barefoot and naked
And exuberant, spirited sex

And the raven flew
Black feathered and searching
High above earth
Overhead

Cracking the bones of the living

Snapping the bones of the dead

when it rejoices
the sky brightens the drear hearts
with blessings and cheerful smiles

even when it cries
it showers the thirsty earth,
sometimes it rains frogs

A CHILDREN'S BOOK

I never did understand
the angry silence
that took away your love
or the beatings
that made no sense
to a senstive and innocent soul.
the wounds bled deep
and linger still in a heart
grown old.

A hanged about monkey was almost caught
Lost its tail in the precarious moment
Suggested others should cut their tails too
To thwart efforts of their subjugators

It was so on a Sunday afternoon
I drove into a road covered with flood
A woman whose car conked out right in
Called out that I should switch my engine off

If I’d listened to the redolent voice
With water into the exhaust conduit
The auto would not have started again
Like her, paid Area-boys to push me out

Hush a lullabysoothe and sway
Held here now in soft afterglow of day
A smoky spirit coils dreamily about
Hushh a lullaby
Your whispering angel leads you gently out.

I sigh a melancholy smile as I watch you melt away
Too young for the darkness
Too precious to end the day
I falter as you leave, want to keep you for my life
But the subtle wisdom of angels knows more than earthly sight.

The website was called sugar daddy.com
The strangest of websites to type in
Ancient hopefuls looking for some
Immature females who'd ripen

Pig eyed and wrinkled in denim or jeans
With so much loot to give
Waiting to pay some silly young girl ,
Who needs the money to live

Why go to uni ?why get a degree?
Sugar daddy.com exists
It's much better than a salary
When dollars are clutched in their fist

I've visited the distant sea
and walked its briny sandy shore
as seagulls seemed to call to me
above the breakers' ceaseless roar.

They'd fly ashore at the first light
as if some fabled far side land,
a land beyond both ken and sight,
had sent them to this beach's strand.

Then they'd leave and fly beyond
the far horizon's misty end
as if upholding some strange bond.
They'd glide away on evening's wind.

Something happened to the red lonely bird
Amongst the tall trees of Akai woodland
The bush frightens him deep to the marrow
Something happened, that is why he whimpers
All night long, he hollered, doo-doo, doo-doo

Among the dwellers of Isale Eko
At night men stay indoors because of fear
Crime escalates and the policemen harass
Something happened, that is why they bawl
Night fear wears toga and parades the streets

wake up, my love,
the sun is up,
you are yet asleep…
the sun-rays are waiting for thee
as you awake the glow of my face,
you will really see.

wake up my love,
the time has come to go…

how on this earth you wish to stay,
yet have your own way,
without the soul of life,
which as we all know is honey.
for that to beget,
a son we have not yet,

so my love, go to work
earn some money.
when you come home,
after your labor and toil,
i shall wait with open arms;