Poetic Politicians and Princes (Politics of Poetics and Princes)
Poetic Politicians and Princes
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(Politics of Poetics and Princes)
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By Rajah S. GANESH
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Foreword
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Princesses of Process
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God, before Ariman and Hanuman
I am your Man
Though the strenuous ban
Please let me stress it to You
HEAVENLY MAJESTY
So that you might understand.
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In a coerced world
Full of man-made hardships
Not so self evident
To conquer, over stand and expand
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The good hearted
Tattered with scars
And Band
Has no place to lay
Or hide
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Breathe
Polish his slate
Clean the fates
And bless the Moiras
Hiding hand or teeth
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Thanks again for your endless mercies
I, why, One has been spoiled pink
But the world full of the Sons of Disbelief
Envy, harass, molest and shrink
Into squalid corners
So the blessed seems cursed
But is indeed in truth
Still blessed and full of wonderful Ruth
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The ways of the World
Roar against the ways of Bliss and Peace
HEAVENLY King
Where should I find solace
For tis not in gold nor in my sumptuous palace
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I seek your Glorious Face
I honor your perfect ways
I plan with minutia in minutes and in Days
But still, you speak in unfathomable a pace
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Still vour Faithfully committed friend
I decipher in uncanny ways
The Zephyrs and Depths
Of Your Words
I hope, I Trust, I give praise. I silence Doubt and fear. And you give me unsurpassable Stillness amidst the chaos and commotion
And as I omit details that are engrossed
As mountains
I'm well pleased.
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A diamond and a disguise
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Her eyes like glistening stars
Put fire in my soul
That only Her hands of Velvet
Could quench
Her gorgeous and luminous face
Gives
Her noble grace
A perfume of Greatness
Her wisdom is worth more than the finest Gold
She's called "Blessed"
But for me: I call her "Queen mine sacred"
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Brilliant like a sun
I comfortably made for myself
Like a chartered barrier and a blocking shelf and Shell.
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Freed of the self-imposed delusions
And the normalcy of Iniquity
As by the Magic wand of MA'AT'
And the agility of a tigress stealthy
She restored Equity and Harmony.
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At last, I am One
WITH the inner Sun
That She rekindled.
Complimenting her Moons
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Holy El
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Her thighs
Divine pillars
Of Flesh
Make the Dawn
Blush pink
And staying alert and afresh
She gives though cold
HEAVENLY heat
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To the South of Equator
A puzzling equation
Her eyes, golden bees
And blue sighs, Sovereign pleasure and ECSTASY
Make you beg please
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Before the Lord of ALL Mercy
To not faint
And her heritage
Is that of BEAUTY and Peace...
She gives in the shadows, kind head
And in light pure
Hospitable a hand
My broken pieces of heart
She mends.
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"Enjoy me in grace"
Is all she demands
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I am rising
In love
In desire.
Like a Pyre
We are emperors
In wait of a Holy empire
Made of the fabrics of Love
And its higher
Heights
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She glistens
In Bliss.
But she's is for now
Absent
BUT our love, blessing present
Pours free, river incessant
I just awoke
From this sweet dream
A pleasant yoke
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And looking down
At the Factory of my Desire
For Her.
Yearning for her sweet shakes
Hand, lips, Arms, HEART
In the midst of the moist
Night
Smelling her sweet perfumes
As though She
Was there
A Goddess of silvery ether
I, yell,
My desire, pure, straight and erect.....
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"Holy (B)EL" *
[On the edges of Light]
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Outlet of love
Outset of a God
In the fat of the Land
Wearing the Kshent
In the Indoors of Ur
The secret harps plays: "Igitur"
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It's a humming
Shining
Sharing its plead
Taking lead
And calling in a heavenly guitar
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Outskirts
Of a Veil
A golden glass ceiling
Pours the liquid Sun
As diamonds and arrays
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The Blue Rays.
The first days
The depth pays.
The deer prudent, rests and lays
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Erased
Are the delays.
No more dismays
In the compulsion of the plays
That are our life story lines
In a sacred unison harmonious entwined
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Almost always
Happiness is following God's soft whispers
Eons of love
Ions of light
We blot the plight
We will not go aroving
Question everything
Then leave out the Dingaling
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Of forceful inquiry
Inquisitive mind of sorrow
Highly addictive
Forget your instincts of addiction
Embrace abstinence
Without being obstinate
Flow glow sow Glory
Feel free to sense the well of astounding days are both
And in bounty
Bonanza in essence
Superfluousness and jewels
Heels of the Titans
Strong enough yet vulnerable
Frank incense sticks
And honey and cinnamon dips
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The media
Vast hysteria
Plays "Suspiria"
Suspiciously
The Usual suspects.
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Stare inside
Sudden prospect
One circumspect
Inspect the circumnavigation
Of the sun ajar of
One's spirit
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The soul, free
Of dole
Free to console
But not shunning condone
Flies in the endoscope
Drone like
Blowing like a didgeridoo
On mount Katmandu
Just take a kite and a hike
And behold.
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Breathtakingly……………………..
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The multicolored walls of a random kingdom
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We sense the scents of the Saints soothing and soft oozes. Pervasive, divinely invasive, elusive, Elysium keys, sacred, given in the smouldering silence, incandescent , latescent, holy a concrescence....
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A beam
5 bees, a seashell, a Bible
Silver atonement
A golden meadow
Amidst
The slightly ajar corridors
Of eternity
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Laser like congregation of saints and Angels
Pointing at the subtly invisible
Eternal inner Church
In which the blessed Child
Whispers new sacred alphabets
Of Redemption
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