Muffled Voice Amplifier

Eloquently she speaks,   
her clear voice carries meaning in depth -
earnestly spoken;
of confused ambiguity, she's inept
Her audience, sees the world as she does,
so convincing, no doubt occurs
And she continues, 
holding them captured in attention,
animated in voice, unwavering intention
Some cite fate, some cite divine favour;
but none can deny her overpowering demeanor
With utmost ease she gets points across,
leaving no space for argument; and for disappointment, no cause
But, one thing sure makes this orator fumble, 
it's her lack of ability, with people, to mingle
For she can't love and she won't converse, 
with people, as is thought fit for her years. 
When there's need to interact, one on one,
she turns away, that person she'll shun.
Her face goes as blank as the clear skies in summer, 
her proficiency and words, are reduced to mere stammer.

Yesnsense

Montgomery exceptionalises donut flavored jelly beans 
that look like caramel covered C-shaped plastic beads

He feels justified in saying that they taste, most astonishingly
 of his dog's nose after an extra cheesy lasagna

I acknowledge thy bafflement

It was meant to be by the stars I'm afraid

In search of a powerful antidote

to ward off difficult-to-resist urges

of stupidly contradicting my own views.

No one can yank me out of this divine delirium, Mr. Rochester. This has come from a million moments spent knowing myself, the person that I am. And now that I know the truth about my being, about the true reason why I am here, I feel that no element in the Creation can relinquish me from this aura of pure bliss that allows me splendid feelings of oneness with all the forces of the Universe.

Alpha Propeller

Potential, it was a million worth,
 but efforts, a few.


Brains could've done the talking-
 but laid back, you stayed in the queue


There needn't have been no mocking,
 but no one cared so nor did you


The world, at you would've been gawking
 but the gawker, it was you.


Love was in the making; but thanks to apathy, it outgrew
Fool! You need a shaking, your fate's a direct effort mirror-view


The world lies in waiting, don't only dream, just do!

Through the Aye Aye's Eye

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And then at the window, the Aye Aye bird,

Ruffled it's feathers and looked upward.

From the heavens, a golden egg was to drop,

On the head of the Aye Aye, it was meant to stop.

So the bird had comically inclined it's head,

So the egg would slide off and bounce in it's nest, instead.

Soon through the clouds wafting by,

Came the egg, seemingly attempting to fly.

But the Aye Aye was ready; pretty head cocked,

To avoid any chance of getting knocked.

But things did not go as well as planned,

The egg seemed to take ages to land.

Long after, the bird, to look upward, gathered the pluck,

But remained alert to promptly duck.

The egg was gleaming a few inches away,

Stuck on a thin tree, dangerously a-sway.

Cleverly, the bird, keeping an eye on the egg,

Jumped upward and landed beside target, on one leg.

At that moment, the egg cracked open and revealed,

A little Aye Aye! And big Aye Aye squealed. :)

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