functionalism 35 Hello one dies where no one lived

hello one dies where no one lived
through kingdoms of our functions give
to dawn the choice of being here
alone to end the warring
is
a choice to take the air for free
and roll the die is all ’bout me
oh my what weapons do we keep
when powers trick fears’ hate-felt
reep
because the news said oh not you
now blame the all of others too
and close your minds and eyes to crime
and buy how lies and history
rhyme

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functionalism 35 Hello one dies where no one lived by C.C. Arshagra

functionalism a series that explores (Stream of Linear Poetic Conscious) a writing style that streams words and lines into the readers mind. Some may feel this breaks all the rules of writing; and so let it be the painting it is upon your mind’s interpreting construction.*

to aprox. #44 (functionalism poems) WILL BE ON A REALITIVE TRACK IN STUCTURE. To be posted over time.

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functionalism 1 It all happens while you sleep

functionalism 34 Oh twinkle little what to say

The two poems in this series that sparked this present run of functionalism poems are:

functionalism 22 Twinkle-twinkle little time
&
functionalism 29 Twinkle-Twinkle diamond glass

functionalism 35 YOU ARE HERE

functionalism 36 No laughter with the planet’s life

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Comments

charanjitsingh...over 1 year ago

I am who I am no verse no prose
my deeds I spelleth all through

None sees heaven none knoweth hell !

The moment am gone form mine left
Pious Good or Evil am akin insect !
Dear Charan, I believe i have had to fortune to befriend you long enough to truly understand how your poem as comment here is a true reflection of your understanding read. A beautiful reed flute you play here. You must post this as a poem on your page! Please do link to this as an honor to the depth of your mind’s listen. So many ways to hear art. i applaud your gift unique!
– C.C. Arshagra
Rikki Woodsover 1 year ago

This is incredible and powerful
oh my what weapons do we keep
when powers trick fears’ hate-felt
reep.
Another great one.
SimplyRedover 1 year ago

oh not you
now blame the all of others too
I keep rereading this ….this line could be about so many …very thought provoking write…
DanCurtisover 1 year ago

nice write, must go check the others now.
lisamerylover 1 year ago

C.C., such an emotional, powerful and thought provoking piece of written artistry. Peace and love be with you always…Cheers!, Lisa =) XO
charanjitsingh...over 1 year ago

My friend this is in reference to your response to my comment above !
I feel humbled …in fact I said somewhere , I was not even aware I made my first poem until 6 years later when my daughter read the lines ..and asked me …Chacha can I have a copy of this poem !

Your appreciation touched me …I shall post this poem …but I really dont know to prepare the link ..computer came to me…and quiet late !
An amazing, beautiful, and (most) very tender and wonderful story you share.

And I did not ever hear the word chacha before as" dad’ daddy" or “Father”; very cool Chacha! Did you know “The Cha Cha” is a name for a dance in America? Goggle it on youtube! I’m sure there must be a video of it. thanks, i love learning though the gift of your living cultural insights that are so unique to my exposure. And too the universal beauty found within!
– C.C. Arshagra