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“The Great Superstition (Sonnet) Fundamentalists radicalize children for illegal terrorism, nationalists radicalize children for legal terrorism, I radicalize children for peace-n-oneness, using only their brain and backbone, without spilling the blood of human. Only leeches live by guns and call it honor, brainwashed by the witchcraft of patriotism. Fundamentalism, nationalism, these are the real witchcraft, still practiced by modern savages. Teachers, coppers, politicians, civil servants, all (most) mindlessly carry the paradigm of death. Give me a hundred humanitarian hearts, I'll wipe out the very concept of war. Pack your flags with other talismans, there is no greater superstition than the superstition of nation.”

“Fundamentalists radicalize children for illegal terrorism, nationalists radicalize children for legal terrorism, I radicalize children for peace-n-oneness... Give me a hundred humanitarian hearts, I'll wipe out the very concept of war. Pack your flags with other talismans, there is no greater superstition than the superstition of nation.”

“Diagnosis: Patriotism (The Sonnet) You know what distinguishes a reformist from a terrorist! The capacity to destroy the world, yet choosing not to. The capacity to press the button, yet choosing not to. The capacity to pull the trigger, yet choosing not to. The capacity to oblige the state, but choosing humanity instead. The capacity to be patriotic, yet choosing to be human instead. War is the symptom, patriotism is the disease. Terrorists harbor patriotism, Reformists harbor peace.”

“Visvavitamin (The Sonnet) It's a sad state of affairs when you get used to the sight of blood, glorifying aggression as bravehearted. It's a sad state of affairs when you feel good dressing up for gala, while children are being bombed to death. Sometimes aggression may be our last resort, but never normalize it as civilized way of life. The beast in me knows well to crush bones, but the reformer I am, works to preserve life. It's a sad state of affairs when prejudice is glorified as piety, and curiosity is branded blasphemy, when lies are honored as liberty, and empathy is declared unholy. Bandaid to the broken, backbone to the fallen. Vital to world-light, we are Visvavitamin.”

“Guns Are Viagra (Sonnet 1262) Indifference does more damage than inhumanity, For animals can't be expected to be human. Humans are human when they are accountable, Passive spectators are worse than inhuman. Silence of the peacelovers is more damaging than violence of the warmongers. Till the very thought of guns makes you sick, you are only playing make believe peacekeepers. Guns are just viagra for the impotent, Bullets are but crutches for centipedes. When there's no substance in mind and spine, Monkeys tend to cower behind semiautomatics. More backward a country, more its fascination with guns and bombs. That's why you cannot imagine a hero, without a gun in their hands. Real heroes don't carry guns, Real heroes don't wear capes. Wearing a smile, carrying a spine, Real heroes work to rescue peace, from the clutches of states.”

“Confessions (Sonnet 1034) Naskar is invincible, Got no a fear in the world. Abi is often crippled by fear, Pushing through with a panicky heart. Naskar is a pillar of strength, Beyond all dilemmas and insecurity. Abi is just an ordinary creature, Often trapped in bottomless ominosity. Every time that Abi hits a new low, Naskar ends up flying to new heights. Naskar is such a shining beacon, Because of Abi who burns all night. Behind every extraordinary Naskar, there is a clumsy, ordinary Abi. You only see the light of the sun, not its combustion agony.”

“The current system for refugees who remain in their region of origin is a disaster. It is premised upon an almost exclusively 'humanitarian' response. A system designed for the emergency phase - to offer an immediate lifeline - ends up enduring year after year, sometimes decade after decade. External provision of food, clothing, and shelter is absolutely essential in the aftermath of having to run for your life. But over time, if it is provided as a substitute for access to jobs, education, and other opportunities, humanitarian aid soon undermines human dignity and autonomy.”

“Only love can bring full freedom, all else brings half freedom. What is half freedom you ask? When in the name of freedom you imprison yourself to one side or sect, everything outside that sect seems evil. For example, fundamentalists choose the side of blind faith, and every act of reason seems like blasphemy - just like cold, sharp-tongue intellectuals choose the side of rationality even at the expense of humanity, and everything illogical seems outdated - or wait, I got a better one - so-called social activists often get so attached to their self-imposed identity of victimhood, that every person with a political, corporate, legal or bureaucratic background seems to appear as devil incarnate. This, my friend, is what I call "half freedom", which by the way, is far worse than the lack of freedom. And even though it manifests as an act of willful choice, when you get down to it, it's just plain old rigidity. And if we want to build a truly just, inclusive and progressive society, this hypocritical half-freedom won't do - what's needed is whole freedom - a kind of freedom that liberates the mind of all superstition as well as ignorant suspiciousness. It's time we realize, yelling about justice without using common sense is just as useless as keeping quiet. What this means is that, we gotta come together regardless of our background - the teacher, the scientist, the student, the copper, the politician, the civil servant, the entrepreneur, the economist, the janitor, the construction worker - every single person from every single walk of life must come forward surpassing all suspicious conspiracy, and contribute the best of their capacity in the making of a real civilized world.”

“I am the wind, I just want to flow amongst the people without any barrier. I have no desire to prove the supremacy of facts where there's no need. Some days you may find me in the church taking part in the choir and singing out loud praising my humanitarian predecessor most enthusiastically. Other days, you may find me talking shop with a bunch of atheist scientists. I am in everybody, everybody is in me.”

“Homecoming Sonnet Salutations to all, today is my homecoming, To dwell in grief is treachery on life. I sought plenty escape in translations, but true ointment lies in the soil of life. So I return, shattering shackles of sorrow - Reignite me oh life, resuscitate me unto duty! I want no more to sob through the alleys of pity - Sanctify me oh divine nature, with renewed tenacity. Today I break all spell of ominous cowardice, Today I vivify my veins as the volcanic vanguard! I refuse to be castrated by pathetic redundancy, Today I revive my vows as defender of the world!”

“Sonnet of Expansion I expect nothing from the world, I have no desire to impress society. I only care for its wellbeing, Hence I simply do my human duty. Don't know whether I'm left or right, Which I don't give a damn about. World has enough conflicts as it is, One more duality we can do without. Expansion is the other name of life, Without which we are dead and rotten. If we are not willing to evolve, Humankind will be soon forgotten. If today's thought is the same as yesterday, Despite all achievements we are going astray.”

“I Give You My Life (The Sonnet) I give you my life, Crossing all foul insecurity. Don't let me dwindle in chains, Accept this offering of my serenity. Pour me with all your suffering, So I can bathe in your smile. Take this torch of my burning soul, With it light up your shadowy aisle. Darkness is a fiendish illusion, Our each molecule is a fountain of light. I have nothing to give my friend, So I give you my life to amplify your might. We are dead till we live for others. In helping them our burden disappears.”

“To Live A Single Day (The Sonnet) To live even for a single day, In the full light of oneness. To walk even for a single day, In the full might of kindness. To talk even for a single day, In the full sight of humility. To breathe even for a single day, In the full height of amity. To smile even for a single day, Without a trace of hidden deceit. To love even for a single day, As an undeterred force of uplift. Isn't that the highest sanity? Isn't that the highest humanity?”

“There’s so much ‘expression’ today you can’t hear the real problems. Maybe we switch tasks. To trust our current exhibitions can do their job. It is worth a try. A generation sacrificing their pride to save the future. Granted, our art is needed and could reveal our faults, but do evil men watch movies? Something soon must die. To trust the future will take care of itself is to deny an obvious and necessary revolution.”

“I don't live, I combust (Constitution of Humanity, S.2708) I'm not a nerd, I'm the manufacturing plant of humanitarian nerds, whose nationality is humanity, whose worship is reason, whose madness is world uplift, whose culture is integration. I don't think, I roar. I don't write, I pour. I don't live, I combust, so you may outgrow the shore. I'm not a citizen of the planet, I'm the Engine of Earth Society. I'm bound by no constitution, I'm the Constitution of Humanity. Cleansed of all newage gullibility, immunized against organized bigotry, neither vegetable nor animal, cometh the call, cometh the tsunami.”

“Drunken Humanitarian (Sonnet) Go, get drunk, my friend! Get so drunk with a vision unseen, even monsoon begins to cry! Get so drunk with an unbent cause, even bosons bow to thy might! Get so drunk with incorruptibility, you emerge a walking Wardencliffe. Get so drunk with accountability, no Rorschach can analyze your spirit. Get so drunk with uncontaminated justice, every government keeps a file on you! Get so drunk with untainted love, conclaves convene to decipher you! Any ape can find salvation in liquid escape, takes a human to endure through devastation. Any rodent of the gutter can drown in alcohol, it takes a giant to drink the world's poison.”

“I'm A Mad Monk (Sonnet 2702) I'm a mad monk, I won't return to paradise - the world is a giant headache, yet my suffering is my cure. I'm exhausted, I want to sleep, but I'm afraid, if I fall asleep, I might not wake up - so I toil, till the soil is human. Soy un monje loco, no volveré al paraíso - o la tierra es de todos, o ilegales todos somos. The world ain't mine, the world ain't yours - either earth belongs to all, or we are all illegal.”