Friday, April 1, 2011

Poetry collection Thursday Rally - week 40 / 24-30 March/

"Poetry is an echo, asking a shadow to dance"
~ Carl Sandburg

Hello dear Rally followers and supporters, .
thank you all for linking, reading, leaving comments and enjoying our community.
I am Blaga and I offer you  another collection of precious stones,
shining with brilliant thoughts, words from the heart and talent to brighten the Muses.
♥   Enjoy! 
Stay tuned for next Thursday Rally week 41
April 7-13, the linkz will be up on April 6, 10am, American Central!

It began with a moment of magical inspiration
As inaudible music started to flood into my soul.
My feet danced to its silent melody across the kitchen floor.
I laid out everything on the table; Everything that I would need;
Never bothered to stop and think about what I was doing.
Lessons from the heart wrote a poem for the senses and
Out came the knives that would craft its words into realization.
Vapors of savory flavors filled the house as the butter met the garlic;
Every single second was an eternity as I pondered on and on about
What my next move was going to be and the browning continued
Inside the pan while the inspiration swelled inside of me. I decided
Then that it was time to send the onions into the fray and a splash of
House wine mellowed things before a few fillets of fish swam into the pan.
Your memory mixed with the dish as it slowly simmers into maturity.
Out came the knives again and with loving precision sliced and chopped
Unerringly the yellow, greens and oranges that would grant color to this
Moment painted for every sensibility on a stainless steel canvas.
Each sizzle whispered your name and as the smoke
Rose into the air it formed a portrait of your beautiful face
Smiling at me. My heart began to race and I felt a tinge of
Excitement slowly building up inside of me as I reached for the
Little things that give the most flavor to life and
Love; Herbs and spices carefully measured as not to overpower
Each other but instead create layers of wonderful flavor
Mirroring the layers of emotions that I emphatically transfered
On to this dish. I poured in fresh cream along with my heart and
Noted how it bound everything together while adding that all-important
Texture; The rich and exquisite form that anticipates and complements the
Embrace of passion as it waltzes from your taste buds to your heart.
Sadly, I don’t think you’ll be eating here tonight and still I wait.

Can Intense really describe
What I felt
Just as we locked eyes?

This inability
To keep my eyes level
With yours

To keep from smiling
When nothing
Was said

Overly self conscious
Yet unaware
Of movements I make
While I sneak glances
At your face

Something uncharted
But somehow
From being scared
Not giving it a chance
I feel
You walked out the door

The words stabbed her again
As if being hit by a sword;
Tearing her heart into pieces
And her dreams into shatters;
She lay in a pool of sorrow
Wanting to run away from the madness;
The silence was loud
Echoing her chaotic breathing;

A warm hand gently stroked her,
There were no words but just a hug
No tears but an acknowledging smile
The clasp firm and comforting;
The silence was pregnant
With conviction and sincerity;

Her heart started breathing lighter
The world suddenly seemed brighter;
She could see the light in the darkness
Despite the frenzied hues all around;
The silence was profound
With inner peace and strength;

The hand  lead her through the tunnel
The stride was small but firm
The pace fast but steady;
The silence was a symphony
Of two heartbeats singing in sync
Of two souls performing as one!

I refuse to hold your hand when we walk
Does that mean that I cherish being apart?
I will not shed a tear when you depart,
Does that mean I bear no feelings on my part?

I dreamt of becoming an artist, now I’m an architect.
Nothing seems to take permanency in human respect.
All that is a contrary error, prevalent and mundane
Thoughts, actions and feelings is always seen the same

What you may see, I may never behold,
But what lies beneath, no one ever cared to know.

In the city of my birth,
Folks are passionate about the game of chess,
Why do they love this?
No one knows, I guess.
Uneasy things always exist on earth,
Subjective takes only make things worse,
What’s wrong, what’s right,
It’s tricky to decide!
Walk pass the shadows that haunt,
I hear the voice of my aunt:
“Do your own part alright,
grace your faith, No fight.”

Jingle, Jingle, she's so kind,
loves poetry and square roots.
She's awfully smart, a brilliant mind,
encourages with her tweet toots.

I have to say, I love the treats,
of sweet awards and words of praise
I am no Shakespeare or John Keats,
but happy comments make my days.

I try to concentrate on the words,
don't spend my time on apostrophes,,,
I like to share with wordy nerds,
Thursday's Poetry Rally is the Bee's Knees!

Violet, reminds me of you, Krishna!
You once were my dearest mud idol,
In the sacred room, your face violet.
I used to love you then.
Your indignant pose,
With hands on your hips,
Your brow arched as if in contempt,
And that smile confirming it.
You did indeed charm me.
I spent my hours near you,
Polishing your ornaments,
Decorating you in ways countless.
I embalmed your beautiful violet face,
With sandal paste, cold and scented.
Trying to make your face new,
Drawing eyes, brows and lips
On that set white sandal crust.
Alas! Lifeless were the eyes I drew,
And smileless were those lips.
Washing away the sandal,
That ugly countenance,
In a gush of water,
I looked again at your face
To see that hue, violet,
To see your smile, playful.
Only a bare brown mud mould
Stared back at me, expressionless
A new Krishna stands smiling now,
In the sacred room,
Its face, a dull, pale blue.
In an ignored corner,
Covered in dust and cobwebs,
Stands another one,
His pose still indignant,
With hands on his hips,
But with a brown blank look on the face.

sobs and wounds
 from beneath the rubbles and soot,
piled up death,
crisped away flesh,
the human ness in us
 so puny, 
so fragile,
now afraid to look up
 into destiny’s mocking eyes; 

I hold sadness in my palm
like a handful of gravels;
fingers paining to crumple and

But then, I know
in this hate and fear
we will re create our Earth.

All of us,
we amputee limbs,
skin cancers,
disfigured ones;
we all gang up
to give birth to another beginning
from the middle.

Let us fill ourselves with courage
and name it survival.

Now we would be able to look up
and confront

Left where it should be,
Left where it must be,
Left where it had to be,
The same place (now) yet without that same thing

Cries from the place,
Searching and yearning for that very thing
All yells and screams went with the wind,
No one hears; no one noticed

Over the time,
That place stops longing
Dust collected; they now settled in
Only the place knew,
That very thing which went missing…

It scares me so
That life will go
And I won’t get a chance
To even glance
At everything I would love to taste

It scares me so
That I will grow
Out of being me
Before I can even see
It coming

It scares me so
That I will lose my flow
Lose what I love
And heaven above
Won’t give it back

It bugs me so
That you don’t want to know
Me before you start judging
Or even grudging
What I have

It bugs me so
That everything will go
So fast
Like a blast
If I enjoy it

It bugs me so
That you can end up so low
And it’s so much easier
Than the busier
Way to holiness

I enjoy it so
That I can throw
All of the above
Away to get lost in what I love
- In careless song and dance

and we make love and talk of power structures
under the dimmed street lights we focus on other powers
sloshed and high we weave tales
and lies to each other for other nights
scorned by the passersby gaze
and mutilated by the ex-s
stunned and at times thankful
we gaze into each others eyes
stumped and yet thankful
we lustfully play the rites
passage of time becomes time of rust
we shred the skin and make love anew
lit the cigarette and burn the lungs
no! we wont bring back the lies
another set of lies
another set of fights
another set of flings
another set of my things
strangers and far stranger truths
we hide under our new skins
promise paradise or something like that
we lie next to each other and lie again
i lose the charm and you, your laugh
bartered one to the devil for another
lustful, passionate, fury of your tongue
let loose and things begun
another set of dialogues
another set of playthings
another set of playmates
another set of my things
we recline and incline
in fury and in half fury
the parting happens or as you say "the break-up"
it all diminishes, the light and the spark
and the tale begins anew
of another love making
and all you have is another tear drop

Why am I so angry?
Why can’t I cry?
Why can’t I tell her,
how I feel inside?

Why wasn’t I……?
Why couldn’t she say?
I was good enough?

Why could she not see?
I loved her too?
Why could SHE not say,
Hey! I love you?

Why did she leave me?
Why did she not look back?
Why did she act like I
was a needle in her eye?

Why am i so angry?
Why can’t I cry?
Why do I miss her?
I don’t know…

Why did she not love me?
Why was she not there?
Why am I so hurt inside?
Why do I care?

come stow away with me
forget about the money
think instead of the Odyssey
and how different it would be
to read Homer while at sea

let's go so far from home
we won't have to pay
our student loans

two sailors we shall be!
you can whittle
while I wrestle
with antiquated verse
I'll learn to write

with ample time
to contemplate rhyme
we'll solve the riddle

we've made our life
like smashed up clay
we just need air and light
we'll take what's left
and mold it how we like

let's leave tonight
we have what it takes
to make it right

This weekend it
is going to rain ice cold spit.
Just one thousand feet up higher
snowflakes will possibly glitter the night sky.
Beachy winter's finally here, not just lurking nearby.

In this moment, I realize I am that blade of grass,
Returning each spring to bask in the golden sounds of sunlight,
Reviving my life with colors so bright,

Nourishing all that partake in the presence of such
I am that food for thought that will refresh empty voids
for words creating images of truth of what is real

I shake off the dampness of winter days hidden away
Surviving recording life memories to words,
Written in codes of description translating
Sounds of birds singing, leaves blowing,
fragrant smells of flowers blooming

I feel the warmness of the golden light falling from the sky
splashing colors so bright
In this moment,
I am that blade of grass glowing in this light

A solitary thought of a rambling mind seems of little value
However, to the possessor it decodes the descriptions of
One spring day


A glass half drunk, a glass half full
Two ways to look at life, my friend
Which way is right, which way doth pull?
A glass half drunk, a glass half full
Does one lead wrong, on eyes put wool?
From life steal hope, give frown no end
A glass, half drunk a glass – half full
Two ways to look, at life my friend

Each tick the clock, should fill that glass
Forget the gaps, which once were found
Forge on, don’t pause, no life to pass
Each tick the clock, should fill that glass
Forget your woes, no screams “Alas!”
Fill life with smiles, burn frowns to ground
Each tick, the clock should fill that glass
Forget the gaps, which once were found
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At the glimpse of sunlight
she leaps with happiness
time to escape, to get out of the darkness
her prince has come to save her, to break her free
to free her from the hands of misery

Only if she knew, it was all an illusion
she was being deceived, to be trapped further
his sweet words, they didn’t mean anything at all
it was all a lie, a lie all along

Cutting her heart so sharp with pain
trapped for eternity, there’s no escape
hopeless & deceived… endless pain
softly she’s dieing, with every breath she takes!!!!

Across the cobbled streets that pave their way,
Gliding directionless on deadened feet.
Viaducts and haunted halls,
Scribbled patterns, hopeless scrawls
Peppering the old stone tunnel.
Glimpses of a forgotten youth that say –
We ought to love and leap.
And hanging from above, a wing
Decrepit, dangles in the wave
Of passing vehicles. Above the walls,
A stony dove, a pesky pigeon falls.

Murmurs from around the corner reach their ears,
Bursting thick with smears of dull and lousy sounds -
Surrounding the tunnel.

As they speak of grey-eyed whores,
The dry, dead winds cast blood into their pores.

Sauntering past woods and alleys,
Shadow-cats patrol their gardens
Dwindling in their lonesome land.
What trifles can be seen on aimless dallies,
What trifles! What could they mean?

Heads hurry down with drugs and sugar
Rushing through the endless roads,
Crashing, whilst the street corrodes!
As rivers creep and land explodes,
As moonshine filters, babies weep.

Yet still they wander through the deep
And boundless Winter night.

Piano keys crack through the hanging
Silence, broken windows whistle.
Angry lights lash through the fog
And drooling dogs chew through their gristle.
Peeling paper soaked and sodden
Flapping like a leaf in autumn,
Falling. Falling to the ground,
Where tattered legs reach for the curb
And surplus cigarettes pile up to build a mound.

Rising slowly through the labyrinthal drainpipes -
The black bull climbs, clambering
And Reaching for the moon -
Gurning, charging as it mourns.
Hobbling Hephaestus roars
And mutters at the common sight
Of boys who shake the mountains;
Dancing, dancing, dancing through the night.

Gradually the smog diffuses
Tainting all known that was clean.
Lampposts blow and ceilings cave;
When all we know cannot be seen.
When all we know cannot be seen.

Aching still, they wander so,
Hand in hand with winds that blow,
Speaking of the dark windmills
And flowers their which tend to grow.
Flowing in the only way,
The only way which men can flow.

Not a single yawn, not one.
Sipping at their coffees,
Tongues perform their rapid dance -
Sacred. Moments lost and gone.

When will time set still its hour?
When will moons forget to glow?
Traipsing through the vast abyss
With weary feet and beaten brow;
With stinging hands and shattered skin;
Brooding clouds and burning arcs,
Tender eyes and mournful horns -
‘Bout such brief and fleeting morns.

Yet still they wander through the deep
And boundless Winter night.

Clinging to ropes that swing and spring
Higher, higher and higher still.
A formless thing,
A ghoulish, baggy thing.
The piper pipes his bleak-toned song
And all his people sing along,
And all his people sing;

‘Over the hills and far away,
Far away and over,
Over the hills and far away,
Lies a field of clover.

Over lands and pastures grey,
Far away and over,
Over lands you’ll hear them play
Far away and over.’

Until his song is done,
Time sits motionless in a coma.
Sounds reverberate in tunnels,
Tunnels painted evening-red.
All the words that have been said
Trail on through the night and seep
Into far-outreaching lands,
Where corridors and rivers creep.
Where ancient songs are sung to sleep
And suffocated with their hands.

Yet still they wander through the deep
And boundless Winter night.

Looming guilt builds overhead,
When all that’s good is as good as dead.
Dirty, rabid minds perform
Acrobatics in their bed.
Visiting the circus fleas
Which leap and love and dance and skip
To merry music. Where is it?
Where kisses swoop and dive and dip,
Where kisses laugh and sooth and bite,
Where words are just forgotten.
Forget that grim and gloomy night.

With half-tongued haste and blank-faced smiles,
Bones that walk their many miles
And Telemachus still beguiles
The love of his Father.
With sleepy eyes and stuffy rooms,
Sordid passions, lead balloons,
Supermen and super-goons
And birds out near the harbour.

Alone, alone they are, but still they stay
Dependant on the words that others say.
Words that dribble from sedated lips -
Like icy dew drips from tulips.
In their hollows, over ice,
Scratching necks and searing throat
Just as time does stroll about,
So do they, so do lice.
So do goats; so do mice,
So do rivers, so do seas
So does litter in the breeze
As it garnishes our gardens.

Paint drips down the walls
In any manner it chooses,
As do waves on oceans green;
As do birds o’er waters clean.
As does our great rambling ship that cruises.
As do they on streets of blackened bruises,
As do they on roads of melted snow,
As do they on red rivers below.

Spluttered speech at intervals infrequent,
Heard through sorry ears, it was imprudent
To splatter such absurdities. Important
Though it was, the timing was ill fated.
A vile, impetuous old fool;
My penitence was quite belated.

Looming guilt builds overhead,
When all that’s good is as good as dead.

Yet still they wander on – and so must I.
Each day, they and I must gather stones
And toss them through the air into the sky.
Stumbling on our old and crumbling bones.
And on our wondrous earth we stand
All alone – yet hand in hand.
Mother, guide us through our pathless pathways,
Mother, guide us please!
Athena, shake our globe and mend our damned days!
Rid us of our sullying disease.
Harmonize our putrid pillow-fight,
Wake us from our deathly sleep!
For still we wander through the deep
And boundless Winter night.

If i am about to die would I think of you
I would rather say if I wana survive I will think of you
Cause I would cheat death to kiss you once more

If I have to forget would I leave only your memory
I would rather say I would forget the whole world for that one smile
Cause I would cheat death to see them rainbows be born on your lips

If I have to end would I end my life before yours take its flight
I would rather say I will finish every world I know to keep you safe
Cause I would cheat death to see myself be born in your eyes

If it is if I would do the could cause I would try all that is good to be worthy of your love
Rather be in a dead souls chamber then to know a world where you wouldnt love
For I grow stronger as a soul every moment you spend with me my love

I find myself wondering if time and God are real. If one day time will cease and God will touch my fingertips and this will all make sense. I wonder if I have done what I was placed here to do or if that too, is just make believe.
I read in the good book that we must all come as children. Does that mean we should have the imagination of a child to see heaven?
I wonder.
Do we pour our hearts into this fairy tale of golden streets and angel wings to only be chewed up and spat out by the tiny tooth still lying beneath our pillow.

Faith. Have faith.
I breathe and ponder some more and that word dies in my head.
Life and the people in it. What we surround ourselves in. The spirits we allow to embrace our world and influence our little, spongy brain creates more than company for a moment. In the end, will they have created our eternity by squeezing out a splattered vision from absorbed moments we shared leaving the canvas dark as hell’s midnight or will we wade in happy yellow streams like fearless children, behind pearl gates that keep out the demons.
Think happy thoughts and dream your life away and you may get your wings. Or else your soul is damned, because you were afraid to believe.
How fair is that when all you know, is how to feel bad. When all the fairy tales locked their door on you and every friend wore an angry hat. How do you close your eyes and not be afraid.

Author notes

“And I know there’s no guarantees, but I’m not alone
There comes a time in everyone’s life
When all you can see are the years passing by
And I have made up my mind that those days are gone”

There’s a place in down town Life
At the end of Remorse street
Right by the dark alley
There you will find me
I’ll be waiting in line
To hang my memories
On the wall of Regrets
Like the many
Who came here
Before me

She wanted to dance, just one last time,
to grab the violin strings of Libertango,
the triumph and the spice of breaking dawn.

If only he was here, with last summer hand in hand.
If only the blue eyes could strike the crying fragrance.
The rest is all in vain, colorless and in pain.

Two steps back, high heels and the dress black.
Two steps ahead and a grip to make her sway.
Dancing tango, steps and pyre, their tango.

Slaves of the rhythm so known,
he will close the embrace, she will lead the chase,
flowing vigor and the ground walking drizzle.

She would seduce him, let all shields down,
he would follow the breath, let her rest on his chest,
and the music will veil the faces once pale.

On and off beats, on and off bodies,
wrapped legs, arms like arrows,
flash on silky lips in a horizontal move at eclipse.

And the crowd, hearts and lives on pause,
staring eyes, filling caves, stealing grace,
striving riots of somber days with hail. 

Come Closer to ME.
just clip ON.
iWant you right next to me.
and never gET oFF.
be part of ME
and LETs take THiS head ON.
iN my MiND
iNever want YoU
to gET oFF.
because iHave to
nEveEr bEcausE
iHave tO.

Nothing in the world
so make sure
you write it down
Many things happen
from now on
In your garden
a new tree
bears chocolate fruit
and promises
years of sweet
when that little child
looks up at you
and says
tell me about
the day I was born

Casual acquaintance is easily defined
As to not really knowing what’s on their mind
Toeing the ground smiling and looking so demure
With all it can take me I hold back a sneer

Double dating is hell fittingly describes
Mutual declension makes pittance the bribe
With future dealings new pictures required
I’ll be dammed without it that I’ll be conspired

There came a day
I took this way.
It changed my life profoundly.
Parents and teachers,
society and such
had taught me things
that didn’t resonate much.
I had been molded in a way
that wasn’t entirely me.
I wasn’t quite comfortable,
things didn’t make sense.
But I questioned and explored
and read books that awakened
and my mind increasingly
expanded with wisdom.
I came to reverberate with
a humming sound.
I was led to know things that were
identifiable to me that showed me a path
that more suited my vision.
A familiarity grew and comforted my soul.
A truth, an energy pulled me along–
I found my peaceful center.
I’ve let go of so much and
unlearned even more;
The less I cling to the higher I soar.

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you took the ferry  without me
and didn’t talk about returning
separation, an indifferent  sea
while my heart just kept  on yearning

I couldn’t be with you
and sunshine didn’t  comfort me
the way it used to do
as with you I longed to be

of course I knew that this was better
no future was there for our love
still I did hope for a letter
wishing you would care enough

I was  sixteen, you three times my age
yes I know this was insanity, outrage
but you showed me I could trust
and what love is without lust

thank you for leaving me behind
it was not mean to do, but kind

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The Acts, Actions
And antics.
Monuments to accomplishments,
Efforts destroyed.
Murders of Bodies
And reputations.
The hazing of the naïve,
Innocence contaminated.
Lessons learned
But wisdom refused.
Experiences recorded,
Narcissism defining freedom
Ignorance preferred.
Diseases cured.
All that we have been and have become
While attending,
Imprisoned in this school called life;
Whose walls are made of time.
What will begin forever,
When we graduate
Even though failed;
No longer tethered by time?

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What is Life?
It is existence.
What is existence?
It is the essence of being.
What is being?
It is form in a particular time and space.
What is form?
It is something that can be perceived.
What is perception?
It is the act of seeing.
What is seeing?
It is the perception of existence with one of the senses.
What is sense?
It is feeling, hearing, tasting, seeing, smelling.
What are feeling, hearing, tasting, seeing, smelling?
They are tools of the mind to sense existence of a form.
What is mind?
It is where thought and perception take place.
So, it can sense itself since it can perceive?
It is self aware?
Who am I talking to?
Who is myself?
Who is me?
I am form.
How do you know?
Because I tell myself so.
What if you are wrong about yourself?
But, I exist.
What if you only exist in your mind?
Then everything I sense is not real.
What is real?
All that I sense.
But, it is your mind that senses?
What if what you sense only exists in your mind?
Then it is real only in my mind.
Then, do you exist?
I do not know…

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Quite night
Rain pouring
sitting relaxing
thinking and thoughts

swirling reality
zipping past my head
wondering wishing
you were in my bed

sad times past
good times gone
nostalgia rockets
my eternal love song

tapping my toes
bracelets and bows
memories of childhood
float beyond in droves

No conclusions
no resolutions
just thinking in silence
about our lives

Time is lost.

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Ah, life is happy
We make it sad
By often thinking wrong
How silly and bad

Let us think of moonlight
While walking under the Sun
All the heat and dust
Will seem to be fun

Let us talk about stars
With a dry dead leaf
Fill heart with smiles
Wiping out the grief

Cherish little things
Like a mole on a dame's chin
A child's blowing nose
And a monkey's naughty grin

Let us think of aroma around
Amidst thorns when we walk
And sing romance in mind
When there's a hurting talk

Lets be always happy
By making thinking right
And make life beautiful
Cheerful, smiling and bright..

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Its funny how everyday is taken for granted and life is lived on.
Some, pushing themselves and others well, just gliding away.
If only we paused for a moment, to behold and admire,
The lustrous life that each of us respire.
Then would we see hazel and not blur
And find meaning in life once lived,
As oppose to momentary pleasure.
And tell a tale, through a photograph,
With sentiments embedded and emotions stringed.
To refresh our vague memories in a far away time
And relive those moments when I once called you mine
And with it, those little moments known to none but us.
Into these pictures will quietly gaze, with a smirk on my face
Only to shed tears, not of sorrow nor of joy, but of contentment
For I know the picture will resonate, vivid memories even after we fade

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Trapped inside
the fog of derision,
I failed to see how
I had been blinded
by my own
delusions of grandeur.

I was neither great
or self-destructive;
Just a soul
that led a life
among its
soulless peers.

But even though
I suffered from
a terminal ego
and flew on
strong winds of

Those wings were
forcefully torn
by a shameless peasant
who wove her  magic
and broke through the fog
with her mystic gaze.

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Why Ask Why – Adeolu Adesanya

When heaven opens and it won't stop
All washes away but our tears
When life ends even before it begins
And when we ask, yet no response
To why God stopped loving us

When earth opens and all caves in
All we hold dear now but a dream
When the children looks so old
And they ask you for their family
Do you say God hated them that much

When ground vibrates and all crashes
Hope fading before they even start
When air and wind churns you up
And nowhere to turn but inwards
To all prayers, did he stop listening?

When loved ones passes on
Leaving you clutching to memories
No one to face, cos no one face you
With heart so heavy to carry
While you ask God "why me"

Mountains melts, my mind freeze
Rock roars and ashes on my head
Land slides, and ghost comes visiting
For all walls comes closing in
And we asked why he made us

His way so mysterious, not ours
His reason, the wise can't comprehend
Our pains and tears, he sees
For he felt it first, so is love
As we love all, all the time.

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I stay with you- through day and night,
You only notice, when left alone.
You keep walking ahead of me
Stopping never; letting  me walk along..
Silently I follow you, no matter where you go-
Blindly I rely; letting you fulfill your wasted desire.
I cry when you sob, I smile when you rejoice.
Imitating you in every possible way-
So you know I support you.
I have no face, no color defines me..
No-one’s ever touched me or felt my vein..
I stay around when you are pale,
Guarding you throughout the night; becoming your little angel.
Lights cast me longer
Darkness kills me
Swinging between the “light” and “dark”,
I exist somewhere in there, always with you-
I am your shadow..

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A question never  meant for you
still feilds the volley of answers
your random actions direct to me
teasing the force you have on me
disrupting the balance of words;
Identical to the fears you host,
I swim in the pools of my doubt,
trusted forces create this curtain;
You say time always win over love
I wonder if there was any between us;
Dual thoughts with just one solution
Cease to be mine.I was never yours.

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Have you ever missed that touch which you have never had?
Have you yearned for it so badly, that it has become your every living moment? Have you been able to close your eyes and almost feel the warm sensation against your skin and has your flesh truly felt its heat?
But still, it’s that one touch you’ve never had.
Have you ever read that poem which has never been written?
Have you been able to read the words, feel their flow and dance to their godly harmonious non-existence? Has it moved you soul to feet and shaken up your soul and left you with only an unquenchable thirst of wanting more?
And yet, it’s that poem which has never been written.
And have you ever lost that lover whom you have never really had?
Have you just loved them day and night and cherished only solely their soul and their being? Have you held them ever so tightly and made love to only them and have given your all to their love; your love? Have you spent countless hours since the very beginning till forever more just loving them?
And still, your lover is one who has never truly been your lover; that lover hasn’t ever been yours.
And yet, you’ve lost them somehow…
It’s almost like a touch so longed for or a poem so heartfelt but unheard of…
So I will touch and sing and love and be the end of an endless lack…
Today, I will fill myself with love and I will sing to me some more…
Yet I will still wait for that touch; yes, I would wait…

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Got me a new lady in my life
brought her home yesterday
and introduced her to the wife
I didn’t detect any jealousy

I’ve named my lady Stella
but I’ve yet to learn her
language so for now she
just sits in the corner until
its time to talk

I took her to meet a friend
that has a certain way with
ladies such as lovely Stella
and he made her scream in
exquisite pleasure leaving
me as the jealous one

I think it’s the way I touch
her neck as she’s rather
highly strung and fretful
one day I’m sure she’ll
accept my caress and
sing a song for me

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He strolled through the woods
searching for a reason
a reason for existence
a reason for his creation

and that lay
between galaxies and ground
beneath skies and souls
burrowed in mountains and minds

tired he was of a moribund life
Work pressure and endless strife
and somewhere in his mind it reigned
higher has to be life's aim

and so walked on for aeons
till no thirst or crave perturbed
sullen and frayed
deciphering the cryptic colours and curves

mystified by marvels
he bowed in amazement
"speak to me O' universe
of your signs and ciphers"

with moon and stars as companions
and sun to elevate his patience
he deciphered the real existence
clearly differentiating mirage and reflection

the world is flat
huge and layered beneath
illusions are everywhere
except skin deep

In the wake of night
so much to see , hear and embrace
yet nothing is as it seems
the closest ones hidden underneath

and finally the universe did speak
when all concealed signs had unveiled
and fuming mist wiped out
on a night so dark and bleak

he stood in a state so euphoric
divinely composed yet a lunatic
embossing wisdom , engraved passion
he had reached his destination

It took no chants on shrines
he confirmed with a lilting mind
'what is utmost superior and true'?

"It is this soul which resides in you"

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She could not see
She tripped and
Fell in love

She could not swim
She had a buoy and
immersed in love

She felt the floor
She lost her way and
broke her heart

She picked herself up
She stepped forward and
was back on track.

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Across the wild velvet moor, when delicate bluebells yawn
near crystal rill, a belle sings, on each bright summer morn.

humming songs of eternal wait, crouched on gravel brown
painting memories of yesters, long after sundown,

though several summers have passed ,since the day of his no-return,
still ‘neath flickering promises, lingers lullabies of nocturne.

Swept by time, one fateful day, a stony silence ensued
there fell the last solitary tear, of love, hurt, and an adieu.

but they say, across the moor, when delicate bluebells yawn,
still echoes a mellifluous song, on each bright summer morn.

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We build bridges and how about you?
We sweat until they're erect and our face blue.
What do you look at when the day is over,
are you still waiting to find your 4 leaf clover?
We build bridges, we put out strong,
We find a path over all things wrong.

I've been out and I've been feelin the heat,
perfect strangers tryin to get home, get in my sheets,
but I know my companion bridge builder is fast asleep,
tired from a hard days work on acheivement gaps, test scores and meetings,
I go out because theres nothing wrong with a party flow throughout my body.
But I can smile all over the bar,
because I got my man, my own fancy car, and I'm worth more than one of these player's tab at the bar.

Cause my man builds bridges all day long,
He's jewish I'm christian, bridge over religions gone wrong,
I'm from minnetonka, he's from Hopkins
bridge over surburban rivalry, hopin to adopt-kids
He finds way to get through to the youth suffering from hard truth,
bridge over hard facts that hold the kids back,
when is Dad coming home, do we get to eat 3 meals a day?
What's in it for me, learning fractions anyways?
Bridge over worry, fear and let the water take it all away.

I too build bridges all day long,
I got my double tounge speaking Spanish and singin songs.
I love the bridge I build it's called uniting cultures through language acquisition, I can't think of a more sexy professional position.
Teach people how to communicate with a whole other continent of people,
try to build a bridge like that with a steeple.

We build bridges and how about you?
We sweat until they're erect and our face blue.
What do you look at when the day is over,
are you still waiting to find your 4 leaf clover?
We build bridges, we put out strong,
We find a path over all things wrong.

It's time for you to get out you tool belt and get to work,
We can't build bridges alone, and theres a lot of hard spots that need an avenue
for connecting one place to another and starting anew
conversation, idea or relationship,
build them tall enough so those who don't want to join can sail on under their ship,
They can't handle the new generation of bridges, they aren't equipped,
republican and tight lipped.

Cause we build bridges and how about you?
We sweat until they're erect and our face blue.

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i was walking home one night, when i saw a beautiful star shining brightly. It was so beautiful that i cant take my eyes off it. not anight passed that i did not take a look and marvel at its beauty. so beautiful that i wanted go near and touch. then finally i had money toget myself a telescope. i got so excited that a rushed home. as i set it up. i looked up, and the star was gone. it made me sad. it made me burst into tears. i wanted to give it a name, but i learned that some body already named it. then as i was about to get off my rooftop. i looked up one last time. and there it was. the star. was just covered in clouds. my star was there all along.

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This future knows you no more,
You had gone then thinking
You were right
And you left in that past, your eyes
Trained to Technicolor vibes
Of far away
These clipped words remained
Unreaching, insufficient
To bring you back
And now, that past became a future
You had wanted,
You sought to have, you ought to have
Had you stayed
Then, when it could have been yours,
Had you known.
You had my all.

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Our muse so kind, dear and true often times
Some moments vague and scarcely inspires
Senses dream and mind without reason  rhymes

A dip in poetry, the mind willingly climbs
To unknown and truly dizzying heights
Our muse so kind, dear and true often times

In our deep slumber it naughtily chides
Waking us in unholy hours as mind lazily writes
Senses dream and mind without reason rhymes

It bugs our psyche, we would hate those rides
We embrace hesitantly the unknown realms
Our muse so kind, dear and true often times

It gives us clues, but confuses minds
It's always a struggle to find what pen desires 
Senses dream and mind without reason  rhymes
Once inspiration ticks and happily guides
Grab the moment as it comes in surprises 
Our muse so kind, dear and true often times
Senses dream and mind without  reason rhymes

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Forgiveness is a Positive Virtue
She was trembling as she stood facing me,
Was there something she wanted to see?
Her hands were pressed against her chest,
Then I noticed she was cupping her breasts,
It was difficult for her to hide her fright,
Her small voice quavered ever so slight,
When she asked, “Are my breasts too small?”
She was exposing thoughts, fears, her very all,
She had pulchritude, talent, and intelligence,
Everything I thought was of the essence,
Her eyes searched mine hoping to find,
That I had forgiven her and made up my mind,
If I loved her, she needed desperately to know,
The question she posed was far different though,
I thought back three months to when we met,
The circumstances were very hard to forget,
I had been downsized with an economy shift,
Turned loose in the jobless current to drift,
Overqualified,” they would say to me,
“That’s just the way it’s got to be,”
That was the response I got from several firms,
Saying I had a doctorate opened a can of worms,
I needed work to keep paying my bills,
I finally found work by deemphasizing my skills,
A hospital laundry kept me from going deeper in debt,
And I tried to remain cheerful with no regrets,
Yes, I remember the day we first met,
My shirt was dirty and I was soaked with sweat,
I expected to be alone while I ate lunch,
Usually treated like a pariah by the hospital bunch,
Smokers gravitated to me because I was dirty anyway,
But I sprayed a can of freshener as two smokers puffed away,
“What are you doing?” one howled in dismay,
“You’ve ruined our air and now you’re going to pay!”
I moved to another table to avoid further trouble,
That’s when two nurses arrived bringing trouble double,
The cutest nurse spoke up quickly, she didn’t hesitate,
“That was brave what you did. I think that was just great!”
The other nurse nudged her forward, “Hurry up, we’re late,”
The cute one said, “Would you go to a party?  I need a date.”
“I’m just a laundry worker,” I quietly said,
“Why don’t you ask one of the doctors instead?”
Tears dripped from those bewitching eyes,
At first I didn’t believe she could tell me lies,
“Yes, I’ll be honored to go with you,”
Why she had asked me I had no clue,
But a hospital nurse of stature and style,
Had stayed and talked with me awhile,
There had to be a reason behind her smile,
Was there something about me that she reviled?
Or maybe it was just a set up for a cruel prank,
I couldn’t think of anything positive, I was drawing a blank,
In spite of my misgivings, I knew it was only a date,
If I continued to be positive I would determine my own fate,
I told myself I was just curious, I knew I didn’t really rate,
But I had forgotten about my albatross, my gullible trait,
(to be continued)

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Forever time Flies
Flies never to return
Return to its prize
Prize of great concern
Concern for the missed
Missed by someone’s love
Love that shall persist
Persist from above
Above mortal strife
Strife that can sever
Sever the short life
Life lasts forever

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In the midst of the trial,
The tunnel’s length and breadth
Swallowed up its ending light.
Or did our anger and our grief
Destroy that, too?
In the dark, we clung
We to He
You to Me
Me to You
Fear of death
~ Worse yet ~
Fear of life like this
Stopped us in our tracks
And then
Pushed us
To push back, push on, push through.
Stubborn will, paternal fight, future’s-sight
Were all we knew.
And they grew
Thanks to the process? … luck? … good will?
We found the happiness.
Always there. Never gone.
Hiding just behind,
All along.

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You say it’s unfair, that you didn’t deserve it
I know the perfect thing to say, but I won’t say it
A million flashbacks run through my mind
Would you please rewind your memory to the time?
When you thought the world revolved around you
Oh! I’m sorry, you still think so, don’t you?
Things are still the same, there is, but one difference
You have become the joke that you once made at others’ expense
Call me all the names in the world, I couldn’t care less
I have no role whatsoever; you asked fate for this mess
I’m now over with what you did, over with being hurt and bruised and battered
Remember it’s always mind over matter; now I don’t mind and you don’t matter
The face looking at you that you call ugly and full of terror
Is actually karma showing you the mirror

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After Saturday night baths,
the girl donned a flannel nightgown,
knee-high socks and slippers

to ward off winter drafts sifting
across living room linoleum.
She sat in front of a console TV

with little brothers and sister
awaiting the first popping bubbles
of The Lawrence Welk Show.

Mr. Welk flicked his baton to release
sparkling champagne music.

On cue the  troupe popped up,
polkaed round the room, giggled into
sofa, rocking chair and coffee table.

Later, the girl ascended to a bedroom
filled with two beds, three sisters
and a hundred unshared dreams.

She fell asleep to a one-two-three beat
of blizzard circling empty fields,
rata-tat-tat-tling window panes.

The wind drummed its cadence
until she opened an eye to see
the conductor tapping his baton.

Then she stepped to center stage,
whirled on a champagne dance floor
while snow buried the world below.

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No more sitting bereft
no more reaching for all she sought
this birds got some fight left
And she knows what she is not

Her focus it turned inwards
away from all that wanted to claim
She took her flight to the woods
to add fire to her flame

She sought the sights she wished for
The Redwood trees, the sea so blue
A rapid river and so much more
The prettier it was, the higher she flew

She bathed in the hot spring in comfort and ease
Not worried of bigger birds, hunters or man
joyfully spreading her wings for all to see
She sat in splendid glory, with no worries on hand

Winds invaded the northern mountains
which rose this bird from her splendor
She danced in it for hours
Soaring about playfully, sparkling of wonder

The birds they came to play some too
They saw she had something
as she rolled with them as pigeons do
She sang  a tune of all her longing

She sang a song of joy in freedom
then thought of her young ones
wondered when she would see them
And suddenly things weren’t so fun

This bird saw what she needed to do
she had to prepare the nest
thoughts of change distorted her view
as she prepared herself for this quest

This bird is willing to land again
to settle back into its home
If freedom what she seeks in the end
only time will let us know

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Bear the heat
and expand
pop pop pop!
Let the ideas out,
plain or flavored hot.
pop pop pop!
Chew it and have some fun
like how you deal with some.
pop pop pop!
Identical popcorns, found one?
We’re one of a kind that’s why.
pop pop pop!
Ready the popcorn
for the movie of our lives.
pop pop pop!
How’s the movie show?
Plain? Salted? Buttered?
pop pop pop!

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If only I had known my problem then,
I would have reaped my fortune with added ken.
If only I had known my problem then,
I would have changed the place of my den.
The ocean of knowledge has sucked me in,
Tossing me about in a bid to desperately sin.
I experience the tossing in mind akin,
Outdoing the tossing in the oceanic din.
Titanic doubts were cast on me,
Whether I could swim or pretend to be,
Or dance to the sounds of melancholy,
The virus was spreading pandemically free.
Is greatness a choice for us to leveragingly keep?
Hidden in inhibited fear to benignly seek,
When weakness is all there is to seep,
Given the dormant potential so ineffably deep.
The voices keep prodding me to start,
Is it too late to do myself apart?
Re-discovering form in a deadly dart,
To hit my target with all my part.

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The trees are older than our cares
I walk beneath a cypress sky
I hear the barred owl's plaintive cry
And soon forget the day's affairs.

The birds and frogs sing joyful prayers
 The breeze breathes like a lover's sigh
The trees are older than our cares
I walk beneath a cypress sky.

I spy a young deer unawares
 The cypress watch us live and die
The creek keeps flowing by and by
Its secrets with the earth it shares
The trees are older than our cares.

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still life and street
perhaps a dream
where buildings meet
tall books that seem

perhaps a dream
two stories high
tall books that seem
to somehow lie

two stories high
where the world ends
to somehow lie
their truth depends

where the world ends
from what we see
their truth depends
on mystery

from what we see
Escher draws more
on mystery
beyond the door

Escher draws more
he plays the cards
beyond the door
like displaced shards

he plays the cards
where buildings meet
like displaced shards
still life and street

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Daylight fading
Moods dangling out-of-place
Words gripping the tongue
Thoughts trace unforgotten
Hazy eyes staring
Hoping for contentment
From a salty kiss

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robin sitting still
between barbs of sharpened steel
her spirit will soar

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To be gifted with a human birth here
we have passed through several quests.
To feel the heavens rain on us
And yet feel warmly blessed.

Hiding from nature, can’t call it living.
Slathered in creams, merely existing.
The blow-dried crown, a flimsy attire
and pallor that would shame a thirsty vampire.

Cannot bear suffocation, smothered
by sun blocks, crouching under an umbrella.
Every line on my face reveals summer’s caress,
indeed I am an earthy Cinderella.

Give me the warmth of sunlit days,
the nippy wind on cool, moonlit nights.
Salt tinged spray from oceans somber gray
and monsoon’s muddy delights.

Don’t iron out the creases or my wrinkles rife.
Testimonials to a nature-imprinted life.
Utterly wasted is a raindrop that is buried a virgin,
for the soul always has, naturally beautiful skin.

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Is it really morning
Or is it just structures emerging from a pink horizon?
My eyes are wide open
And I am still awake, challenging the sun

Is it really mid-day
Or is it just me feeling the fire within building a fear?
My eyes are watery
And I am still squinting, hoping for the view to clear

Is it really raining
Or is it my tears flowing, drenching me completely?
My eyes are blinking
And I am still gasping for breath, wheezing heavily

Is it really nightfall
Or is it my vanity that has unfolded its dark sheet?
My eyes are darting
And I am still walking into chairs, hurting my feet

Is it really real
Or is it another game of virtual reality without any rule?
My eyes are glazed
And I am still alive, not knowing if I am wise or a fool

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Flashing cameras all around me,
There you were just starring
Just a vision,
That same smile,
Those same eyes,
Just starring
While pictures been taken.
Pictures of me without you in it.
I go home and I open the album
My fingers running on the outline
Of your features.
Smiling pictures taken by you.
Without me in it.
A tear drop falling on your picture.
Ruined by the tears that seems
To be running freely
As it covers your face completely,
Smudged by the wetness.
Nothing to dry it with,
As I start to feel sadder.
Looking at what I just did.
My work, your picture, ruined.
Pictures of you,
That is all you left me with.
Never wanted to destroy them,
I knew at that point I would
Never see you face.
Gone, no need to repair.
Nothing left to see.
Pictures of you gone.

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The blossom blooms oblivious
To the profound effect it has
On the musings of my mind.

The Daffodils display colour,
Proudly pronouncing spring's
Awakening from winter's slumber.

Bare trees prepare for the sudden
Growth of green foliage.
I breath a sigh of relief.

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Look for reasons to help when confided
Open your heart and ear when needed
Value their opinions when they say
Enjoy their being with you always


Learn to forgive with
Little curves called smile making
Lines of the life path straight to
Live in abundance and
Lead a happy life

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The debate
As to whether death is good or evil
Has raged on for centuries
And still does
Think of it this way:
A loathsome feeling
From the smallest of snake bites
And bee stings
Venom thus flows
Causing pain, panic, bedlam, even
Wounds, from regular bites, gunshots,
Perhaps malignant bruises
Death takes it all away
No, not in the suicidal sense
In other words, isn't Death sometimes peaceful?
Rather than the black robed, heartless soul harvester
That we've made him out to be?
He isn't always the cruel killer,
Happily jotting down names of deceased
In a large hardbound book
Perhaps it is because Death is unknown
And the unknown
Is something that we all fear....

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it ended
where it began.
a candle
burning bright,
a gust of wind,
flickering light,
melted wax.
they burn.
tears fall
as reflex.
comforting words,
we are in grief.
an absence
swallowed by a black hole.
it is allowed.
let us cry
for the irreplaceable loss.

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If you hear them again
the steps in your corridor
just a second before the dawn
you will know
that I am walking
once more
through the ancient dream of ours
while the rhythm of the tide
vibrates so tirelessly
outside the imaginary window
of our home
But here
inside the reality
the black desert takes care of that desire
making it never come true
Now it weeps with the saddest echo
A poem
written on the stone of the past
just appeared to be real
Then why the vision  from the distance
burns as a bonfire
why it still glows as a red hot iron
squandering the very last breath
trying to exist a little bit more
just to be turned to ashes
Answer me now
is that just a bad dream
or has that nightmare an end
leading us to a fairytale
to the secret garden
where all yet unknown flowers still await
to be discovered
by the hunger from our hearts

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What cruel Grand Design
with simple logs of pine
could give to the divine
sacrifice of life for mine
a life so full of sinful crime
yet now saved for all of time
by the suffering of David’s line
and blood that once turned water into wine?
I will serve him and so shine
the light of Christ and the divine
to show the world, saved for all of time
what work was done with logs of pine.

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Je peux souhaiter être incliné pour raisonner ;
Je ne serai jamais,
comme je me penche vers le de fantaisie et invisible.
Pour ceci est le terrain des rêveurs ;
Et j’ai le wanderlust.
Ainsi, abstenez-vous s’il vous plaît à me soumettre
au rebuff des réalités

Wish I may to be inclined to reason;
I shall never be,
as I lean toward the fanciful and unseen.
For this is the terrain of dreamers;
And I have wanderlust.
So, please refrain from subjecting me
to realities’ rebuff.

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as silence creeps out from the night
as darkness lingers around the light
I recall-my lack of fear
as a man with praising hands
has placed him self upon a religious stand
he declares we must be the ones to declare action
this I see is what needs tobe believed with every fraction-of who I am
we know of his good intentions
but can not shear in his revelations
for so young but with scares on our hand
forgiveness - is for what we ask – forgiveness for we have grown tiered
-         must you beg for action!?
for you have hands

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Inside the temple of the Moon Goddess
The Moonstone Tablet shines in reflected light
and glows with the power of the logos.

God looks on as the Galactic Council convenes
to consider the plight of the people of earth
incarnated into flesh and trapped in temptation.

Life in the material is a monumental choice.
Free falling through the abyss and the veil of forgetting
to material gravity which grasps with an iron fist.

The planet of choices with the chance to transmute
pain and suffering into a perfected spirit
which rises through the depths of duality.

Earth energy must be raised for God’s children
to know who they really are, why they incarnated
and that they are free to choose freedom.

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I watched it all over my friend’s dear shoulder,
that day of living and dying and celebrating
like a garden snake the shedding of the skin,
the detritus of material man with its hunger and
wild, woody creative soul, sketching ruby-jeweled
memories in sand to be blown like a Tibetan mandala
across Timelessness while he, lone monk, gripped
by systems on systems of hospital wiring, billing,
approvals, and laws around funerals and burials,
estates, plans, and proposals for headstones and
the where, when, and how of a memorial service,
the left-overs of his life to be sorted, stashed, stored
or sent  to the right people in the right places. Done!
… as though there had been nothing. No one.

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Spindle sticks, taking
Long trips to dark places.
Escaping energy displacement,
Into fluid containment.

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We stand
Upon this Heavenly bridge
Me and myself
The Perfect Pair


Two paths
What was done
What could have been
Neither right or wrong
It just is


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Insane costumes,
Cartoon hair,
Circus is that right there,
Flashing lights,
Screaming kids,
Surely this is where the magic is.
Acrobats flying,
Tame tiger,
The ringmaster is holding the ring of fire.

Glowing eyes,
What is this?
Says those courageous children of his,
This is the greatest show on Earth.

Clowns collide,
Acrobats fall,
The magic is so quickly gone.
It was a dream,
Now it is a nightmare!
What will you chose?
Circus dreams or circus nightmares?

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Many a times I sit and wonder,
why we act and then ponder!
its never the other way round...
the world is one messed up ground!

You know it would be so much simpler,
if we could just live without looking like a crimpler..
like the famous Buffet and Gate,
the eyes of everyone sans all hate!

Alas, reality checks are but missing,
and don't come without the reactive hissing!
When seldom do we think..
Then it's natural that often we sink..

There are regrets and rememberences,
the rest are just futile wishes..
seeking the world for happiness,
when it really lies in loneliness!

Be with yourself today,
and you'll be on the happiness way!

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Granny was a talented one
she crocheted some
she had great flair
flowers to spare

Ceramics were her natural gift
gave her a lift
I admired
so inspired

A keepsake now from way back then
The time we'd spend
a gift to me
from my Granny

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Did you look out to see
The bloom on daffodils
Like the princess bride
Flounting on carnival parade

The sun flower,
Following the sun on axils drawn
On queue, like sun worship

The painter
With rolls of paper to paint on
The poet is at it too, with scribbles
Turning splendour adored into words of beauty

I knew there was something 
New in the air, the feel of it
Echoes of  birds awaking earth
With drum rolls on songs, say so

And the dew on plant leaves
Face wash, to wash their colours
And shine on processions

Spring is the ceremonial attire
Worn by nature
In carnival seasons

Did you look out to see
Daffodils yellow, white in some
What beauty Mother nature offered
To sweeten my delicate eyes on carnival

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Peaks, rising high
Above the grimy spring
Streets, seen at the end of the road
Like a mirage towering into the
Blue desert sky. Rise from the busy
Day and rest in glory
With the mountains,

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when I listen to music,
I only dream of dancing with you,
beneath the glow of the soft amber,
across the lake and through the stars.

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You say its hard to be
Pray ? You mocking me ?
No time ?. Embrace reality ?.
You’re blind except to what you see
Nothingness is your belief ?
Does it bring you more relief?
I’m coming back to go again
Don’t wait for me I won’t pretend
To be here while I’m actually there
You think you feel something is real?
Although its miles apart you stand
Your heart lies here in my hand
For if you’re gone to never come
I’ll keep it beating on & on
So what is it they say
When meanings are lost
Time just fades
Extreme ? or is it fate
The consequences of opening that gate
Never seen before that day
The road that leads through this way
For if its not meant to be
You’ll always be a friend to me
I’m coming back to go again
Don’t wait for me I won’t pretend
To be here while I’m actually there
You think you feel something is real?
Although its miles apart you stand
Your heart lies here in my hand
For if you’re gone to never come
I’ll keep it beating on & on
Love is a word we use too much
When it goes bad infatuation , lust
Or may be its just pure luck
So in the end what should we trust ?
In our lives to be a must
When here with you
I’m there thats true
We’re close but far
Two hearts at war
Nothing no more
I’m coming back to go again
Don’t wait for me I won’t pretend
To be here while I’m actually there
You think you feel something is real?
Although its miles apart you stand
Your heart lies here in my hand
For if you’re gone to never come
I’ll be here standing on my own

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Sometimes life
Ties you
In myriad
Loose ends
Trundling down
Hung over
Every moment
Elemental subsistence
Till finally
In exactness
Momentous opulent
Existence reveals

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How a bridge
Caved in. Inundated
By yearning
Into craze translated

I turned,
Witness to the opening
Of your lashes,
Still partially dreaming,

Yet lucidly viewing
Our waltz
As the willful steps
At which your mind exalts

Instantly pricking my bubble-
My delusion mistaken
For a dream
We saw in unison.

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Where I move softly in summer,
the motion of water over rock
masking my steady footfalls,
I now break through silence.
Boots press to fallen leaves
etched with a sparkling frost,
intricate filigree,
that shatters with each step.
The crackle carries in
winter’s chilly stillness
across the hard, frozen
surface of the water
that stretches endlessly
as though unbreakable.
But beneath the ice,
the river still flows.
Slowly, beautifully,
shifting patterns of
hollows and bubbles
press themselves against
the shell that makes the
river hold its breath
and wait patiently
until it is time
to slip through the cracks
that threaten to form
and push this winter
into memory.
This river reminds me of you
in its wintertime contradiction:
at once quiet and wild.
So eager and willing,
yet patient and careful,
you will handle my heart—
the one so recently
fused together again—
with such gentle passion.
You see how easily
its filigreed surface
can be cracked and broken
like the river’s edge
stomped by a careless boot.

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my temple of God
here you stand
lavished by fruits, monetary
mortar and fear façade
idols of hands
trust in you held, arbitrary
perfection looks so odd
far too grand
the true temple, secondary
a rebuke of the pod
ship unmanned
a way of life, customary
beating hearts never heard stop
times of sand
a new knowing, necessary
the true nesting of God
the pure land
the flesh of man, sanctuary

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A red rose for my garden
Sweet smelling beauty
Fresh from my heart
Sharing the sunshine
Of which we are part
A red rose for my garden
Attracting the bee’s
To come and see me
And that space that
Is made for a pardon
To compensate for that
Longing to be free and
Spend my time in the fields
Of life looking and searching
For that other way to be
A red rose for my garden
Merely a representation
Of that I see with my minds
Hidden eye
Beauty in all under this sky
A red rose for my garden
Looks so alone now so
Sad am I for that
Red rose in my garden

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Spin around and around
Do it over again, don’t make a sound unkind.
Smile, smile though insides churn.
Slow, lagging monotone days-
blend and blend unto themselves.
Another year older, never bolder.
Cynical. What a way to live.
End before you begin.

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The endless ocean our ship shall sail,
although I know it is fragile and frail.
Every wave is a mountain to climb,
every storm a game against time.

We sent to shore this broken home
wrenched and sprained and all alone
with no life or light in sight
with no way back to end this plight.

The endless ocean your ship shall sail -
I´ll be waiting in case you fail.

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You stood for lorn against the wall
in the age of water and oils.
Saw time expand, mellow and grand
as you 'tocked your outer toils.

Speechless, though a talking point
to everyone who entered.
Mahogany with golden trim
gracefully you tenured.

A solid base that held you still
proudly and erect.
Yet ticked away your own demise
oblique, willful neglect.

For all the eyes you catered for
and all the ears that listened.
Anointed with a soothing base
denied your right to glisten.

For who cares for a time piece
that calls past Centuries? 
Not quite fitting in a plan
with adequate degree

You stood there proudly serving
till the young hereditary
Chose digital and lazer beams
domestical contrary.

Alas you wait with artifact
collections in the attic.
To be destroyed, nil and void,

Farewell my timeless beauty,
finite in its clutch.
Oh, the stories you could tell
without hands or Newtons touch

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welling up with happiness for the surrounding beads of light
that scatter themselves across the velvet of my life
drowning in a sea of absolute horror
as i realize the world is getting this much older
fading tracks of winter's ruts
find themselves,
residing in traces of lust
set aside like notes on a table
the special find their hearts have nothing to label
fifteen pictures thus document my life
1 of an ocean
and the rest are lost
left, without a trace
as my hair fades into the divets of my shower
flowing freely
lost forever

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I tried to prove something to someone
Whose back was pinned to the wall of memories
First with laughter, then sadness, smiles and desire

I think there was a lesson
That escaped me, mainly “oubli”

No consensus was necessary as
There had been no laid out plans
So I took him through a circular route to nowhere
That, left him happy

In the distance,
not far off from what ought to have been
All this was made unclear when my hands
Got wrapped around melancholy
And tied to destiny

Next time, I will look for a map
But there will be no next time
It’s already un fait accompli
The lessons once again were for me.

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If I had a brush of paint
How would I paint the world?
What would the colors be?
What form would it take?

Change the sky?
No way, it is perfect
It changes on it's own.

Green trees are everywhere
I change those to--
No wait, they also change,

The grass at times
Is harshly brown, prickly
You know when,
...just before it changes

To green, which is a nice
Color to gaze upon
In the heat and cool

Of the day
That has begun
With an abundance
Of activity.

My goodness,
The smallest of a
Living creature

Has and is doing
An amazing feat,
Simply because of
It's size alone.

I have yet to use my
Brush with paint
To apply my

The world is massively

Surely it could use my
Of a brush with paint,

But it changes
On it's own
Without my help,
Without my brush with paint

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Its a rainy day,
The weather is not so wonderful,
Lets light the fire, so
that it can be delightful.

There is no sign of stopping,
Looks as if the sky is weeping.
Might be as we have hurt mother nature
& its,very painful.

May be she is mourning,
of loss of her planting.
We have dug her heart,
So deep just for mining.

Its a rainy day,
The weather is not so wonderful,
Lets light the fire, so
that it can be delightful.

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… god I wish I could write a poem.
I wish I could put some words together that whirl around on this page and let the world know what I’m thinking but I want you to have to think about it…
I want you to have to piece it together, I want you to put your life into the words and see it from your perspective and then I want you to tell me.
TELL ME, what I’m thinking.
TELL ME, what I’m trying to say.
TELL ME, you understand.
… god I wish I could write a poem.
I want to spit out words on these pages that make you cry or make you laugh or make you think or make you feel uncomfortable or make you feel — I want to make you feel.
I want you to tell me you get it, I want you to tell me you get me, I want you to tell me I’m okay and I’m fine and I’m loved and I’m learning — please tell me I’m learning.
TELL ME, it’s never too late.
TELL ME, we all deserve another chance.
TELL ME, my time is coming.
… god I wish I could write a poem.
I wish I could dream of the words that will bring you to your knees and leave you breathless and make you wish you lived next door so I would come over on a Saturday night to share a glass of wine, red, and you’d ask me to tell you a poem and I would because you make it so easy and you laugh at all the right spots and when I’m done you sit there with a tear in your eye because something that came out of me, something that came out of MY mind affected you and made you feel.
TELL ME, I made you feel.

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The years dash by;
Seasons repeated over and over…
But each defined by its own personality
as unique as yours or mine.
Spring warmth is upon us once again.
Airy bamboo
Cloaks sunny windows;
Bright green
Peeking between twined twigs,
Scene outside seen betwixt.

Birds float
On early blue,
Progression measured
Branch after branch
By the grand oak
Spreading her arms
Above my head.

Shadows crisp, sharp outlines against
Bright sunshine on this last day of winter.
Spring gracing us with an early welcome appearance:
Cottonwood tufts drift willy-nilly
With breezes and gales
Spiced with fragrance of
Earthy pear blossoms,
Fresh mown grass
And water on thirsty black dirt.

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Before I turn my back on you
Tell me again the great liar you are
Before I turn my back on you
And walk the hardest walked mile

(We have been walking so many miles
Yet, look where we still stand…)

The lines I write hold a simple truth
That’s not the way I want love to be
And without knowing that I will
I can only turn my back on you

But before I turn my back on you
I’ll erase happy mornings, racing hearts
So that this end feels more like a start

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take my confession
with you to the wall
folded in geometric shapes
written on my favorite stationery
in a carefully-sharpened graphite
so that i could make it say
exactly what i needed it to say
it's not every day that confessions
when folded into birds
fly to the Holy Land
and tuck themselves into unread crevices
of a place treasured by enemies
and christened by tears
this is my chance
for a physical forgiveness
a tangible act
of confession
for a girl trapped in Protestantism
wail at that wall for me
scream for forgiveness
my heart will do the same
but your hands must walk for mine

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in the place of my birth
shackles brace the ankles and wrist—
words hurt
and just because of the color of your skin,
you are dragged through the dirt
from the past lingers the scent of brown skin—
the sight of stretched necks,
in rope necklaces brings little disconcert
in the place of my birth
i am always reminded of what i am not worth

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The odds are in your favor
Cards stacked
House at your back

Well I’ve got something for you
Call it a caveat-switchback
An all out attack
-A gift from me to you

You see-

I’ve got something I’ve worked on
Gotten ready to put the hurt on
Call it my little project
-A constituent fallback

You see-

You didn’t anticipate
My ability to sophisticate
Nor my propensity to deliberate
Until, Baby, it’s too late

You see-

I’ll play your loser’s game
Hit-stand, you know the name
But by the end of the night
It’s not a game; it’s not a fight
It is not luck; you will get fucked-
At the hands of a master
I’ll orchestrate the disaster

You see-

When I step onto this dance floor
It’s with more skill than you asked for
With full pockets and foreknowledge
Of what I’m doing you in for

You see-

You can count on one fact:
This house is mine
It is not yours
And when it’s time?
I’ve more in store.
You’ve drawn a line?
I’m back for more.
I’ll drop a dime
And leave with more.

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The breathe that was touching,
silent in the air.
Caressed each tangle,
with a soothe of lifetime.
Each word that got whispered to me,
every step that concealed in me,
nearing me each moment it was,
Hard to believe that it cling to me.
I had never felt it so assuring.
It was full of warmth and hidden care.
If it were a dream,
i wished it to never end.
The bitter-sweet magic,
of pain and love,
hard to find the distinctness.
Molding me into it was,
as if i were to be,
a princess of his dreams.
Making me do to what pleased him.
Eternal sparkle spread all over,
as if the universe had been waiting for this.
For waking the supreme time.
For the history is being created.
To fill itself in the pages,
and grow as ancient as ages.
Softly it placed;
sweetly it said;
Passionately chased
the breathe it said-
"Till our souls break apart."

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Uh oh…there it goes again
I’m a coming…
I wanna see…
Oh look at that…
That white is going in…

I see it…wow!
Now I just have to wait…
Yep it’s gone
In there…
I know it…
I saw it…
It comes out here…
Maybe it got…nah…it went in…I saw it, didn’t I?
I think…
Possibly not…
Where did it go???
I’ll take a look
It has to be in here somewhere

Gee whiz
Some mysteries are never meant to be solved
All that noise…then…
I’ll just sit here and pretend
that I just don’t care.

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Moving in silent circles
soft echoes of her heart
the benign, calm exterior
mellowed by life's drifts
now - a different reality.

The roaring fire quenched
dying embers remain
spitfire resurfaces, fades
shot down, cold glances askance
now - a solemn gaze.

Dispassionate in all her works
detached , the ebb and flow
distraught, emotions lost
misguided, world's voice heeding
now - a distorted view.

Seeking the escape route
remembering days yonder
wishing, change unchanged
breathing forbidden air of freedom
now - a mistaken entity.

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are no longer robbed by strangers
from outside,
while dressed as nuns,
or in masks of dead presidents.
Capers and getaway cars
are now online auction items,
resold at garage sales;
round yellow stickers peeling up
price negotiable
in St. Louis.
All is
between jumps.
reshaped forms,
re-invested with
blood and marrow,
dream of
bloodless coups,
a mimetic
Paschal Lambs,
my friends,
forget them where they lie.
They lie!
you don’t need a monocle
to see
banks are robbed
from on high.
And all things with
positive potential
have an equal
base appeal.
O. Hunt
runs a small daycare
in Boise, Idaho.
This is the
from the aether.
Picture it:
Ofelia Hunt
floating in white wispy dress
caring for toddlers.
Only true,
one wonders,
in a devilish profile blurb
at Bear Parade.
And yet,
why not?
A false statement,
if ever one was read in the light,
reveals more than it conceals.
a true statement,
read with a false heart…
Oh, I never wonder anymore –
In St. Louis,
there’s a Safeway store
with perfectly parked
little Hondas
in this case,
Boise, Idaho.
And the perfectly parked
“Because one baby is like any other baby”.
And babies
are most
before they’re
For after,
mother’s talk about
werewolves and
bear traps
while polishing their
And those babies
move from the
just to find…
and in find-
in backwater
river dells
of aether and
until fear
them in
In time
to type
in jest
the magic
smirk adorned,
“runs a small
in Boise, Idaho.”
Then the jest
its selfsame
in Boise,
and leaving an
empty version of
O. Hunt
for me
in the bounds of
her image

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'do you hear me? I am talking to you'
craving to make the same mistakes, same crimes
over and over;
over and over.

I must write.
Must breathe.
I must suck the lifeless throbbing joy out of their veins.
I must, like the growing, brandishing corporate deity,
grip them with a disarming smile and make myself inevitable.
I must, like Macbeth's valentine, absolve my hands of the blood
which reeks of the transgressions I chose to so conveniently forget.
I must cry, and squirm, and cry some more-
"Here's the smell of the blood still: all the perfumes of Arabia will not sweeten this little hand. Oh, oh, oh!"
A whimper of the bang that wasn't.

You wake up, this time in a real dream.

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Like forgotten tears,
And frozen fears,
You are a thousand miles away,
I’ll seek you out
You will tell me,
I will listen,
Nothing matters,
Everything changes.
Like petals,
Fallen on the ground
Soft, like a carpet,
Infinitely bound,
Slowly faltering
With each step
Come to me
I reach out to you.
Madness divine,
Tangled, entwined,
I am spinning a web,
You will tear it,
I will still catch you,
Coax you, persuade you,
You cannot escape me,
You will not even try.
The tables turn,
I don’t know you,
You read me like a book,
Why bother? I ask
The world will churn us
Make us into buttery soup
Where will you be,
Where will I?
I will play, you will sing,
We will be one
No, a million,
With one face
You will be me,
I will be you,
We will be different,
As poisoned fangs and soft fur.
A single clink,
Will bring together
Our souls for a moment,
Everlasting memory
I have seen it all,
I have seen nothing,
Come with me
I reach out for you.
But you are too far away.
Innocent, naive
I cannot play with you,
Would you let me?
A drop for a drop,
A smile for a smile,
Come to me,
I will wait for you.

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Can I compare thee to a summer’s day?
For thou hast led my mind a stray.
Or shall I foregather thee as a curse
That leaves me reeling until I meet my hearse?
And alas your twinkling, playful eyes
Every bit as beauitful as a majestic sunrise.
Dost they scorn and mock  me now?
I beseek thee as I speak with saddened brow.
And for those words that did enthrall,
remember them I do but have to bawl.
For distance dost not make the heart grow fonder
But cast thee and all, I will, onto the wild, blue yonder
For rhyme I can no longer
true blues do I feel
but life goes on
and again I will be.

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(dream): i go to visit ma in a hard yellow jeep. (front scarred seat) we both have pedals. argue who will (drive) slaps me mouth and tells me (hate her): tell me (worry) ill get over it.
(dream): we move to spoon (bed) i keep clicking. red on a computer screen. (red (raw rose rock) between body (builds sediment): opaque clay to blood wash. i click between us (lower case space)
(dream): others dream we bar (hop down rock) scant streams. boulder caught clues of scrapes). we sit in a high pale house (decide to build) balconies on sunsides. vampires (walk the ceilings on walls)
(dream): we voyeur video games to kill (bad ones into heads). two dimensional pixellated heads. name left and right we (warrior souls). sword bulbs. mass moltings of mirrors). pixel paper shreds we speak (speaks of travel) peru to kill. clicks lying on stomachs.

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Life is but a puff of smoke that drifts into the air
A dream you dream in early spring beneath the blossom there
Then rains fall down to beat you back and wash you with the mud
Hardened there beneath the feet that toiled in sweat and blood
To grasp a bit of yellow sun within one sky of blue
And all the while your shining light stood right in front of you
Wipe a weary brow tonight so thankful for the days
She held the hand of this old man in her sweet gentle ways
Yes life is but a puff of smoke you see it then it’s gone
It leaves a trail of memories that linger on and on . . .

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Sometimes in the lateness of night’s cover,
don’t you wonder at everything
how life seems to be made up of
a series of ups and downs…
always keeping us at our toes’ end.

No rest, just continuous slogging on
the path is long and winded
there are rivers and mountains
as wide as huge as the imagination can weave.

Those are the obstacles waiting to meet us
waiting to bring us down
down I may go
but up I will rise again
with wit and determination
to reach my destination.

The motions are set into work once again
who knows how it all will turn out?
pray may I be blessed
with good luck and good fortune
that I may surpass myself someday
that I may look back and say
it’s been a good journey.

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Why do you fear us?
We are
  Made up merely
of a few letters, carefully arranged
to tell you how to say us.
       Yes, some are tricky
       but we’re nice to write
And yet you shun us,
leave us in dusty dictionaries
because you fear us.
        We are but syllables,
        Vowels, consonants.
We gave you the world,
colours, understanding
of sunsets and death and birds,
and women and men and water.
We are your tools, your guides,
we can only exist through you.
You gave us the world,
assigned us to things
and made us meanings,
like sunsets and death and birds
and women and men and water.
We are malleable, ductile,
plastic, able to change and form
under the concentrated pressure
of school-children’s pencils.
Why do you throw us away?

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The tale says that angels have no memory of the past. They cannot even remember that they are angels.
‘I guess that explains it,’ he says through bloodshot eyes. And, for the first time, I understand. I understand who I am, what I was meant to do, why I’ve always had vague feelings of displacement in this flat and material world. I belong in the world of shadows, the world of the nebulous ideal. I belong anywhere but here.
And I’m so scared that he may find out, that e may realize the secret I never even knew I kept. Although aliens may understand our breed, I am not even sure he wants to know, that it is time to reveal myself to the prince from Pluto. I don’t even think he understands what it is he has figured out, or what the consequences could be.
But he has touched on a part of me that had sunk below the soul, hidden within the layers of problems and arguments. He had realized that some of us do walk among the many, not even knowing where we are headed, barely remembering our purpose, never knowing our magic.
Maybe that why so many of us end up here on earth, with only slight knowledge of other-worldly powers. We forget our wings and learn to trust our instincts. None of us can remember what our orders were, why we were sent to this place, why we must feel so deeply and strongly for so many, why we must try to understand them all. We can only go where our crystal hearts lead, trying shyly to recognize others of our kind, but we are too scared to even ask.
So we blend. We try to fit ourselves into the selfish world, try to stop feeling, forget our missions. The ideal slips away, lost until we stop to think. We will do what we were sent to do, but it will be much easier without the map. We do not know our direction, we never realize what the scars mean.
We wonder why we can’t find our keys. We misunderstand, interpret the facts, try to be a friend. We get on the wrong roads, turn left at the wrong places, close our eyes at the wrong times.
We search our memories for some clue of who we are, knowing we did not really come from those dusty suburban houses/ We only know that we are not real, we do not belong. We touch, long to be touched, but know we will never truly be. Until we find others of our kind, others who forgot who they were and what their mission was, we will wander your world.

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grapes can not thrive on withered vine
despite how hard we work and toil
they can’t withstand neglected soil
tied up with string or wire or twine

the yearn for growth we can’t confine
twisted branches need to uncoil
grapes can not thrive on withered vine
despite how hard we work and toil

no longer can we make our wine
from grapes so plump, so red and royal
now only wilt and rot and spoil
are gathered from this crop of mine
grapes can not thrive on withered vine

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I'll plainly offer
Nothing at all
But this part of life:
The harsh requiem
That shivers
My bitter mold.

I need not
An answer
Or payback if you will
But only
Your willingness
To cherish my soul.

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A maelstrom of green
On blue
On gold
Stars in your eyes
My blood hammers out
Your name.

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Of a death that was seen
and a death that was felt.

Of cries
that were heard
and tears
that went unseen.
Of a fear
and a blackout.
Of the paralyzing feeling
of being dead.
and helpless.

Of a goodbye
that was never said.
And perhaps
that can never be said.
Of a kiss
that will never be given.
Of a hug
that will never be received.

The fear.
The gripping sense
of an uncontrollable fall.

Paused movements.
Amplified sounds
and laughter that never stopped.
The spirals of the past
and the lyrics of the future.
The lost, forgotten hunger
of the present.
(For the present?)

The sense of losing
and forgetting
the present.
The gripping sense
of a suffocating fear.

then white.
Then colors,
that seemed like
black and white.

The laughter
came closer.
The grip felt tighter.
The sounds seemed distant.
Death. This was it.
The taste of blood
the sense of falling.
Death. Was this it?

The suffocating sense
of a claustrophobia
The confusing fear
to be left alone.
The spirals and the music.
Oh. The feeling
of being comfortably numb.

The dream.
The real.
The ideal.

Oh! The sense
of being
in black and white.

The sense of being
in black
and then in white.

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i whisper the summer

within an outcast relief,
the grin of days
dispelling blizzards

and wrestling melodies
over a fragmented room
by the edge of anguish -

unsent letters distort
the harbor of hope

words stay in oblivion
for a voice unborn

still prayers quit
when i reveal you
to the flooding light -

…the heat, the eclipse
of bravura hours
etched in pallid

…robust windows
closed tight
by your uncertain heart

…train of invisible bullets
through ash and ice
smelting down the sun -

cloud after cloud
in a self-torture chamber
glass skies vanish

paralyzing waters
only to maintain breath
with your chiffon promise -

in a reverie
i walk on emerging shards
along an ephemeral coast
or dormant green meadows
holding a little hand
of someone
i can’t see.

to wake up
under delirious rain.

don’t fade away

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wedged in between us
are a thousand million words
wrongly expressed, distorted, assumed..
i won’t stand behind all those
i will stay beside you

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I don’t know me
I know my gender
I know my descent
But everything else
I don’t know.

There are no records
Where all the evidences exist
There were no witnesses
That could verify my coming

I use to cry, fret and regret
When I didn’t know
My roots, my heritage or my DNA
I use to dread the family holidays
And look for solace in a lonely stranger

I am no daddy’s little girl
Or mommy’s little helper
I am a forsaken seed
That has started my own tree

I have learned to be free
From my ashes
And have learned
I can be anyone I want to be

No legacies to follow
No family curses
No parental demands
No gene telling me what to become

I am free to be me
I am no child prodigy of music
Nor a manson killer
But I can be somewhere in between

So as I search the limitless potentials
I have no one to thank for my endeavors
Nor no one to blame for my failures
I am my own person

I have found the treasure
Beneath all the rubbles of tragedies
The diamonds of true excellence
Which has been found in One person

Who takes my hand
And leads me to all Freedom
In being content in who I am
And not in who I miss being

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She walked into the sunlit room
her smile was bright and treacherous
a lovely form of certain doom
she walked into the sunlit room
awash in layers of perfume,
with posture mildly lecherous,
she walked into the sunlit room
her smile was bright and treacherous

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I see you with soul eyes
that follow you like your own shadow.

The stars gaze upon us
as joined in love’s marriage
we synchronously shine brightly
enough to attract the moon’s attention.

She also witnesses our celestial enchantment
and her dance illuminates our souls as
they await the beginning of a new day.

Dawn is on the horizon
timidly she advances so that
we may admire such splendour.

It’s morning
and while shadows have vanished
our love has remained intact.

I see you with my soul eyes
as she follows you as closely as
your own shadow…

Together they lose themselves
deeply in time beyond night.

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Memories can be carbon copies that we keep locked in a file in our copious brain, and yet some memories get deleted with time, distorted, and rewritten by our aging gray matter.  At a family reunion you can listen to the same event told by several retired siblings, and the dates, and people present will change.  The hero or heroine of the event is sometime one of the aunts, sometimes another.   Some things do not change though, and that is the memory of shared laughter, or the way the meadowlarks sang at dusk while the family sat around the pond eating sandwiches and fishing for perch and catfish.  The memory of the dragonflies darting towards the corks bobbing on the line, and the way the sun shimmered on the water as the snake slithered across.

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Tender lips of love …
Messages drip with lost dreams …
Clutch and fly again!

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On the once peaceful shores of Okinawa,
When I came to find you,
I saw you in the wayward growth of the
flowers on the shore,
and in the warmth of your presence in the wind,
I felt you,
I heard your voices when the birds sang,
and I thought to myself,
you never did leave the shores
of Okinawa!

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I am the empty,
the void that calls your name.
I want you,
I need to swallow the light you bring,
cover it with my invading darkness.
I'll take your soul,
bend it,
twist it,
until you don't recognize the girl in the mirror.
Come to me,
follow your temptations.
I know your secrets,
that need to remain anonymous,
the desire for invisibility.
I am the Empty,
and I want you to become as I am.

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A singularity in a tub
Diffusing into nothingness
Its premiere spent
Unjustified ambiguity
Lost in the storm of taste
As a grain of salt snuggled deep
Within a corn fritter
-meaningless –
- without accompanied sameness of like grains

Two, three, four that strives for five
I saw the tongue melted mariachi tango
Not that it would be noticed
As slickly does the one glide with twisted elegance against an other
Though not expecting that a third too to two
Yet but not for long

Six, seven, eight, nine and then comes to ten
The cascade of heat and musk
Liquefied the sight
More the so
When standing far enough away
The misted kisses curl up from your toes
Like poison racing in the bloodstream
To the heart
That despite
The need for calm
Pushes the accelerator to the floor

Eleven, twelve, thirteen, fourteen that is seen pre-fifteen
Castigation is your earn
If left is your will
To sit simply on the beach
Watching the world around
Trapaizing merrily sullen along
Destined to burn
To feel your essence parch and wrinkle
In the idleness of solitude

Sixteen, seventeen, eighteen blurrily to nineteen
Yet to hurl into the white tipped crests
Forced to focus on the here and now
Fearing to stop
To sink
The world becomes the horizon
Never to breached
Are you
Ever fighting through the thickness of the pressure
As yells of
“Go under, go under and see its beauty”
Leads to selfishly reserving the airiness of within
As it bombards every pore to gain entry
To saturate
To bring in its own
Til of you there is nothing
And all of the elasticity of movement is taut
To be bloated to such un-resemble

Forty comes with burden of eyelid and tongue heavy
A strafe across is for the uncommitted
Earning not truth of concern but a tired pity
That evokes the genetic memory that one must emote
To be considered better
Empowered to look down upon
To objectify to the lowest common denominator
To beseech to amnesia of what had been the uniqueness of the ago
Life is cheap in the shallows
But to swim then to expensive elegance
Of the deep
Has the bank of self worth been broken
For the troubled vortexes
Swirls counter to the wise
It’s a shallow world from the razor’s track
To sink below the surface
To appear to have depth
Drops become a drizzle
Turning clarity to pinkish blur in dispersal
All to succumb
For a world of uncare that perhaps
Will not even be there

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abstract words hang:
globular, dripping
from the crevices of my mind
waiting so patiently
to be misunderstood

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Do good
Do right
Line up with the next movement

Get the universe into the sprockets of my desires
And make the miracles flow in my direction
Ah, The boy scout merit badge of sobriety

I force spiritual alchemy through the pasta maker
Of my small life
Expecting gold

And where is God?
Where is the realness of reality?
Where is my place in this hairy mess?

Well, who knows
Am I the Wizard, the Chemist?
The mechanic of the galaxy?

Though I wish and hope
In truth I am not the one who calibrates coincidence
I am the receiver of.

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Everything seems to bother me today... the smell of old furniture which pervade the clothes I left on them because I forgot to keep them in the drawer, the flavorless and cold food I´ve been eating for months, the old computer getting broken today, the unfinished books under my pillow, the odd sensation of being in a very small place and yet smelling the scent of loneliness all around the house as if I was in the biggest mansion ever built, the dirty streets with garbage and dog crap everywhere, the small children screaming, the steps of the neighbour upstairs, Molly´s wrath attack; always pecking at me, the mess at the living room, the dishes piled up on the table, the suitcase on the floor, the dusty flat roof, the cardboard over the small bathroom´s trash can, the draft in the kitchen, the walls, the door, the windows, the curtains...

So Im sitting here writting this, crying and saying to myself "I hate this place!"
I feel so childish now that I realize that it´s not really that I hate this place with its old furniture and small rooms...It is not that I’m mad because the computer broke down or because I ate badly today, it´s just that this place brings back to my memory things I thought I had forgotten: people and things that hurt me in the past.

This is the place where I spent the worst years of my childhood... and I miss my family, I miss my place, I miss my things. I miss you. I just wish I could be home right now, I wish this could feel like home to me.

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Dislike her but unable to resist her,
the dark iris
high and straightly,
in the white page, a single phrase of boldness.
Attracting hums
calmly from beginning,
dark, dark silk and smell of the flower,
taste all–
elegance and purpose,
small and with method.
From the petal-lip
each secret vibrates.
Monochromatic ink strokes pull certainly at my edges.
Beauty twines where tongue,
a splendid stalk of sweet reason, trembles.
Bloom, leaf, stalk–everything stands
caught loosely,
in the assault
of tender admiration.

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Believe me not if you think I lie…
But for me you are perfect, that I can’t deny…
Time may fly and flowers may die…
Even so, you are the apple of my eye…

Now then, there’s your smile…
A smile that I long for…
A smile that I hope for…
A smile that I could die for…

It’s all I could think of…
And all that I could dream of…

And then there’s your eyes…
Oh, that look in your eyes…
Those glimmering and stunning eyes…
It could keep me going for a thousand miles…
That deep look in your eyes…
I wish I could explore it and know what lies…

Please don’t get it the wrong way…
My tongue speaks not of mere word play…
What I only hope and pray…
Is for you to believe when I say

You are one that I adore…
The one I was looking for…
The one I want to care for…

You in I and I in you is all I can wish for…
To grow old with you is all I can hope for…
To stay with you forever and never let your heart be rend asunder…
To be by your side whenever your heart’s strength waivers…
Believe me not if you think I lie…
Cross my heart and hope to die…
I tell you the truth, you are the apple of my eye…

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I need a muse like I need God
I need to colour my life
with carrier pigeons
and love letters
written behind closed doors
on the floor at night
I need the footsteps
of my life to sound out
into your world
and know the glorious echoes
are heard – tell me – can you contain
me in the quiet chamber of your heart?
Will you call upon me
as the beginning sound of creation?
If you hold this for me
I will call you.
You are so rare
Meet me
Meet me now
See how ruffled I am
  without you
Stop dropping me off
at the doorstep
Take me inside
A muse is such a gift
if you were to leave…
if you were to leave…
you’d awaken in me
the yearning that’s inside all of us
These things come undone
in their own time and way
You’re the poetry
Graffiti on the moon
I hang to the mid-air
and I point to you and I point to you
and then one day
I point that yearning towards
I point that yearning towards
I need a muse like I need God
This yearning is so precious.

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When the darkness opens up like a tomb
light floods in and I can see
When the fear starts to choke me like a noose
the angels remind me we are safe
When the sadness starts to drench me like rain
my children’s laughter sounds and I smile
The road is long and winding
but the signs glow like beacons
and my heart and spirit are strong

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dashing the potted
patter placement
does not deem, Dear
Child. does not
deem the damned
foreseen fantastical
wiles while wet
beyond belief,
Dear Child. While
wet whose whore
whispers wiles
unto thine ears, but
shine from thine envy.
dashing doubts behind
the sun stars skies,
lies foreseen deem
reality, Dear Child.
but blush, and be
dear, and dear to me.
for unseen i can deem you
damned, Dear Child.

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Jesus is coming back one day-
On that you can rely.
Have you opened your own hearts door
In answer to His cry?
Do you not know He died for you
That day on Calvary?
So let Him in your heart today
And He will set you free!

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When do you think healing comes?
Does it knock on our doors with beating drums?
Or sweeps right through our lives
Silently, mutely making no noise.

When do you think healing comes?
Is it when in your ears music hums
A tune that washes away the tear
Each note banishing deepest fears

When do you think healing comes?
Is it when you are no longer numb??
Feeling each hurt, embracing each pain
Yet no longer afraid to melt in rain

When do you think healing comes?
Is it when humor not tainted with glum
Words reflected with no melancholy
Rays of hope seeping in slowly

But I lie here, alone and waiting
Sometimes the bait, sometimes baiting
'Your life I rule' whispers fate
Filling my hollow heart with dooming hate

Yet I believe healing shall come
And the world shall sing, the tune I hum
Emotions of love will replace the numb
Sun shall shine from the clouds of glum
And on the face of fate,
I shall shout with beating drums
Healing has come, healing has come

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So much of such words,
Collected, accumulated,
Through these long hours
After a creation dear.

This seeking, a wound
On the chest of an author
Manifests insecure burdens
Of continuing a long thought dream.

Just the problem,
When comments materialize
At a level more than the creation,
What is the use of an author then?

Let the answers and replies,
Make a story of their own,
Opening a narrow suffocated alley,
Where this creator shall go and die.

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give me my first line
and I’ll write your life away
give me your first thought
and I’ll keep it till dawn meets day.
I’ll keep your secrets
and hold your tears
if you’ll just give me your thought
and let me be the first
to hear your mind speak truth
because others seem to lack the power
to just let go
and stop to care.
I’ll write it all down
in my virtual note book
that I’m bound to loose
when my computer crashes,
but it doesn’t matter,
beacause how could I forget your first thoughts
when they were so perfect
I only wrote them down
so that others could see
because how could I forget
how could i forget you gave me the best part of you
i crave your mind.

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Pulled close by my tie
weather is no match for this
in a trace we move.
hinges are removed
your presence is invited
come home with your heart.
“Need Her”
Need her existence
taste the wind she can become
how two fall in love.
“On Display”
do not forget that I
am yours,
your town and shade
your beautiful brown
waterfall that leaps from your
scalp to your shoulders,
I won’t forget what I came to say..
I would dry your feet after
your frame is bathed;
these are a few love’s
I’m not afraid to display.
“Boarded Up”
Like most people who write
I suppose I get bored and to
counteract that feeling I board up
all the doors and windows to my mind,
even seal the cracks in the wall
and floorboards and as I lay there
trapped in the dark with all my
imagination, I swing my fingers
back and forth until a poem comes
“Being Black”
If I had a choice
it would be between the browns
I would sport them all.
“Issues” (an unfinished poem)
Social issues rooming
with racial issues,
sharing a bathroom
with inequality issues
hosting gender issues
repairing the back door
with sexuality issues.
Seems I can’t live here in
this home…

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Beneath every layer, of this fleshy mass,
Hides a latent beast.
Who revives and rises on a single click,
has innocence as its feast.
The beast is in there,
Let it be asleep..
Coz once it awakens,
It gets darker and deep.
Strange it is how, our feeble soul,
Holds it captive in a thumping heart.
Strange it is how, such conflicting instincts
Breathe in one body, and are not apart.
Peace one gets, with commendable control.
The latter just breaks the rules,
The boundaries, the fence, the ethics and all,
By Diving in sinister pools.

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One week later.
Still scattered across the landscape,
pieces  of our hearts, our lives, our dreams -
all of the verdant possibilities now dead.
We cannot count what was lost
nor understand what is left.
How we stand, where we walk,
what we see:  all is filtered through the
etched glass of incomprehensible pain.

One month later.
The earth, for now, lies still,
but echoes of the ground-swell,
ripples of the fearsome wave
have not vanished.  Our knees tremble,
our hands shake, our tears overflow.
In such state, we seek to mend the deepest wounds
that still lie open, weeping the dark sera
Of unfathomable grief.

One year later.
Lives forever altered, we stand, to walk again.
With slow yet steady steps
we trace out anew the architecture of our lives
and build upon the footprints of long-ago dreams,
and lost love, a firmer foundation.
We will not forget what we have learned.
A body’s strength is insubstantial,
That which our eyes perceive can fail.
What lives within, unseen, will endure.

A lifetime later.
New generations live today
that bear no scars of our sorrows past.
We tell our tales, urgently determined
that the ears of innocence will listen and learn -
Trust not in the ground beneath your feet;
Value those you love, and never forget -
What we hold in our hands can be broken,
with a moment’s upheaval, with a single wave.
All is gone.  Only love remains.

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i yearn for
the touch
of your river
flowing toward me…

as the river settles
to the ocean
i am the mix

of me, your warrior
of you, my wave…

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pages torn
of an unread memoir
grasping the wind

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I knew I would have a journey.
So I took preparations
And courage for the voyage.

I stepped into the pathways
Slowly and steadily,
Keeping dreams and hopes in heart.

It was a tunnel on the way
With no alternatives.
I entered hoping it to be short.

To my dismay
The Tunnel was long
With sharp twists and turns.

It was deep dark
And I kept on moving
I knew I have to!

I was mad for lights
I tried to be optimistic
But I was tired and hopeless!

Though I kept on moving forward
In search of lights
For the touch of a little hope!

And still I am walking on and on
Thorugh the darkness
In thy kingdom of no hopes!

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So you have stirred up the nest
the lair of devil’s owns
be prepared for the aftershock
soon they will swarm yours.

First they will cry foul
then they will say you lie
will try to prove you vile
if that fails, well you are senile.

They will act in cahoots
one watching the other’s back
one supporting the other’s deeds
and supporting every thing he does.

Wonder when the children of God
will learn to hold each other’s hands
to watch each other’s back and words
with the conviction of devil’s owns.

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Opening up enough to let them in…
Close to my flesh but not to my heart
These beginnings bring new feelings back…
However, trust is still shy standing in the corner…
When will I know when to get off the carousel…

The dance card is full but the dance ends too quickly…
I want the forever song where he never says goodbye…
Truth be known , it is I that lets go before it really begins…
Afraid that my heart will bleed and hurt by betrayal again…
When will I know  to find and trust a true love  again…

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We run along the shoreline
together and the sands sink
beneath our seeking toes;

Your long eyelashes are wet
with salted water and salted tears
from so much laughing.

We throw our songs
upward for the sky to
catch and hold onto for us,

so it may rain back down
when we need that cerulean
melody again to keep us together,

when miles and miles split
our bedroom walls apart
and we cannot dream together.

I’ll miss you, little one.
I will love you, little one.
Please don’t forget my simple words.

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Poverty’s formula is
an unequal equation;
a standard against which
solutions are measured
Household income
street families
void of income.
Poverty’s face is
the body in need;
grey skin lined ribs
of exclusion.
Women without meat
too weak to fight
their muscle raped
from the bone.
Poverty’s cry is
a silenced child;
suckling emptiness
off a dry breast.
Mothers who skidded
in under the line
with children formed
like the fetus.
Poverty’s line is
the end of the line;
where ends are met
but do not meet.
Invisible lines
drawn in grey skin
textured by soles
of dystopian feet.
Below the line
poverty is
where life
cannot compete.

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Tall slim and slender
A smile I promise to remember
Not because I’m nice
Rather just a selfish device
That brings joy to my life
Something to hold onto
Believe in– when times run thin
They always will
For every valley is followed by a hill
Ups and downs
Chaos tries to turn us around
Strip us free from all the good that we’ve found
Like you and me
There’s something there I believe
Understand your skepticism to conceive
And so in return I ask nothing
Not quite yet
Not a bookie asking for a bet
Not trying to be another regret
Just know I’m not like those you’ve come to expect
I have my fortunes, my shortcomings
But for eyes like yours, what distances aren’t worth running?
Travel the globe from East to West
For a single embrace; because the beat of the heart inside your chest
Powerful and free, a life filled of possibility
A soul that knows the passion it seeks
A boy that knows how fortunate he was to meet
Yesterday a stranger
Today a visage that words cannot do justice
Hope for a chance
To ask your hand and dance
Let the music swipe us from this Earth
In a single moment free the wicked and cursed
Lifted from a world where trouble exists
Say a prayer tonight for just a kiss
Never hope for the world
But never forget, it could come with a single girl.

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hear me
whisper softly
to scream so blind
as blinking
sight not seen
oh touch this heart
feel breath so deeper still
the smell of laughter
and judgement’s stench
devour destiny
swallow stillness
sweet silence.

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So this is how the other half lives
I wonder as I slip
the scalding water and my skin, now rosy
you say I look a vision
with my glass of Pinot Grigio perched in my hand
the heat, maybe the wine,
or the hundred year old manor
I slip

One, two
and three
notes on the piano you suddenly dazzle us all with
giggling and pointing
they take my hand
the ghosts of this place
leading me
as nightmares of abduction haunt my sleep
in an unfamiliar bed
Silly girl
she’s stepped back in time and
doesn’t quite know what to do

They clothe me in an evening gown
line my eyes with black
I don’t recognize my legs in
This dress
I don’t recognize my face
and my hands, clutching a
woman’s purse.

One, two
and three
Coattails dangling over the piano bench
Silly girl,
they whisper
she’s quite unsure
in this role of lover
in her elegant attire

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When life becomes chaos, a harsh jangle
of rushing and noise, I take myself there
back to the square, you and me, a certainty.

I wait for you, know you will come,
watch the Turner sunset, lilac brushstrokes,
vermillion wash, aqua luminance above.

I wait for you, know you will come,
hear the swoop and twitter of a swirl of swifts,
a distant accordian, the chink of ice on glass.

I wait for you, know you will come,
smell oregano, rosemary, oven fresh focaccia,
imagine your citrus cologne as you lean in to me.

I wait for you, know you will come,
taste pungent olives, fiery chillies burn my tongue,
look forward to the cool mint solace of your mouth.

I wait for you, know you will come,
feel humid air settle on my shoulders like a warm cloak,
wait for fingers to move from my nape through my hair.

Now you are gone.
But, for I knew once that you would come
is knowledge that’s kept hope alive for so long.
Perhaps one day I will again know a certainty.

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My house is a special art gallery,
Flowers and portraits are everywhere,
Waiting for visitors to arrive and share,
Watercolors with true stories to tell,
Eagerly anticipating the doorbell,
Portraits expectantly watch the door,
They’re silent now, for I am easy to ignore,
They’re always there, but wanting more,
At the sight of the first painting my heart leaps,
A girl with dark eyes, above my mantel weeps,
Her teddy bear is tightly clutched in her hands,
“Where are my friends? I don’t understand!”
No one visits her, I shrug and continue on my way,
I don’t have an answer, perhaps another day,
Nearby a tiger protects her cub from intruding force,
Cautiously I tiptoe past and silently leave,
There is no need to challenge her of course,
Ben, a young boy from India, wearing a scarf of red,
Watches intently a few steps up the stair,
“My family has never seen me,” he complains,
“Do they know I’m here? Perhaps they’re not aware.”
A portrait of a gray cat beside the door,
Stares with a proud and haughty air,
She wishes her tail as if she doesn’t care,
But she stays quiet and does not respond,
In the dining room awaiting my inspection,
A single rose waves to the white amaryllis,
Where ladybugs search the flowers and drink the dew,
They clamor for their share of attention too,
The rose ignores a bright-eyed squirrel that’s ready to play,
So he chatters at me, “How are you today?”
I retreat into my study and seize my phone,
But a portrait behind me reminds me I’m not alone,
With blood on her fingertips and blood on her lips,
A stern-faced girl admonishes, “Never forget,”
“He came to kill us, he left much to regret,”
“Be ever on guard, always stay alert,”
Within her eyes I can see an eternity of hurt,
Her warning heeded, I leave with a scowl,
In the room above, a wolf surrounded by daisies,
Lifts his head to howl,
In all the commotion I detect some surprise,
In a nearby room reside girls with bright eyes,
“A visitor,” one whispers, “who’s come to see,
Me, just me, and only me,”
But another smiles, “I don’t agree,”
In the hall, aware of their conceit,
A boy smiles, but he’s very discrete,
Downstairs in the basement a girl with dreds,
Dominates a wall, unconcerned with all,
That is unfolding before her,
A mischievous clown blows a kiss,
And grins at a sweet young miss,
Sitting pretty upon a bench,
A smile frozen on her face,
She asks, “Do visitors come to this place?”
Her question is reasonable,
But no answer she receives,
I’ve asked myself that question and often I grieve,
But who loves watercolors, beauty, and art?
Oft I’ve invited, I’ve done my part,
So the portraits wait patiently and stare into space,
Ignored and lonely, it’s such a disgrace,
Just me in this house with seventy and more,
Waiting and pacing, treading the floor,
Perhaps you’re ready to come this way,
I’ll check with them to see what they say,
They’ll not object to find you here,
But I want you to know they might stare,
They’re eager to please those who stop by,
They’re lonely without people and I know why,
If no one comes and sees them like this,
I’ll wrap them all up with a goodbye kiss,
I’m tired of being in this house all alone,
I’ll wrap up my treasures and then I’ll be gone
The pictures will be stacked in the dark somewhere,
Away from the crowds and dusty air,
Away from the music they hear all day,
Back to the boxes and tucked away.

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What have we taught our children?
We've taught them about nearly
Nearly old, cool, pretty enough

We've taught our children

To constantly live in the nearly
Children wanting desperately to be
All the while missing out on being

It's easy to look at kids and say

I was never in a hurry to grow up
I was never rude to my parents
We never had those issues...
Back when we were kids

But who created these changes?

Was it the toddlers
Who wear miniature adult clothes
Or the adults who manufacture them

Was it the girls
Who want dolls with sexy clothes
Or the adults who market and buy them

Was it the teenagers
Who dabble in drinking and violence
Or the adults who advertise them
With infantine sterotypes

Families who role model abuse?

And so it goes on
In an endless cycle of blame
Until somebody stops blaming

And starts listening

Maybe we can win back
Their trust love and respect
And they can win back ours

When we become models of Being

Human, whole, complete, present
Not waiting for our big moment
But here for them

Right Now

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Here lies Namit Bhatia
He died of blabbermania
As he spake too much of the spoken word
Of thoughts and ideas in his head
There was no dearth!

Here lies Namit Bhatia
Was very fond of trivia
Movies, music, comics and scrabble
And a lot of online babble
Anything and everything he liked to dabble

Here lies Namit Bhatia
Spending wisely was his criteria
Movies, music, comics and clothes
And of things about which he could gloat
No- he did not suffer from dementia

Here lies Namit Bhatia
He died of Gamophobia
As he tried time after time
Marry and make the two rhyme
But I guess it was not worth his dime!

Here lies Namit Bhatia
Was from Andulasia
As he travelled a bit too much
Across the green and the sand
Wherever his feet and the plane could land

Here lies Namit Bhatia
Under the dunes of Bahrain
Lays with all his energies drained
Under the basking sun
What next - his unending conundrum!!!

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Cold hush sweeps the land

Frozen water shining says

Time for reflection

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Beauty is a brief season

And the soul an eternity in time

If your love for me is truly ..true

Love me without the seasonal hues

The hair shall fall like Autumnal change

And spring bring forth wrinkles new-

The lines..a creak shall sound only louder

Where Green be mixed with Grey

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youth ‘s  ebbed
my health ‘s worn  away
my skin ‘s   wrinkled
my hair ‘s  turned gray.
My joints once sturdy
now quake and ache
my hands once steady
now noticeably shake .
It’s been a long journey
Sprinkled with memories
Dim and bright
Daubed with deeds
Wrong and right
Dotted with  sweet successes
and many  foul failures.

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Happy Union, Texas, August ‘88,
at the waterhole north end of grandfather’s farm
where Kirby keeps his cattle.
It’s evening and a hundred and ten degrees.
Barbas de Oro is whooshing in from south of El Rio Grande.
The chaparral throbs & the cornfields rattle like pissed-off snakes.
I float in a pond, listen to killdeer & scissor-tails.
Frogs plop in the water & ripple after ripple
pass through me --
I’m a buoy connected to Yahweh.
My penis bobs in the swish\swoosh
body of water & I muse –

if Jesus is omnipotent, omniscient, omnipresent;
if He is here at this moment,
has He counted every hair on my head;
if He knows me completely,
and I know Him,
having consumed the body

and tasted His blood,
if He is here, now, with me,
does He hover in the clouds,
arms raised, palms turned outward,
pale face, blue eyes,
a halo above His blond hair;
or, is He in the water
dark, shiny as a stone;
hair raven & in curls,
eyes black & catholic?

“Well Rabbi," I begin,
"It’s like this --”

I talk late in the evening.
And It’s just me & Jesus
-- neither here nor there --
in the heart of Texas,
in a slow spiral,
our dicks bobbing
in the swish\swoosh
body of water.

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Sky suffused with roseate hues
Flock of birds creating nice views
Mellow breeze tickling curls
Bevies of chuckling girls
All these pleasing things
Enhance the charm of evening
But, I wonder!
The charisma of dusk,
Never fascinates me.

It reminds me the memories...
... that I missed
Mirth and melody that I wished
It permeates my visage with gloom
Never allows my heart to bloom
It makes me feel a void within me,
Recall the dreams, now I could not see.
I wonder…
The charisma of dusk,
Never fascinates me.

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I’ve been meaning to send sweet words;
To whisper hearty choruses;
To recite from my heart;
To let go of my camouflage;
Most of the times, I held back.

But the closet is getting a bit too small for me;
My chest cannot silence this pounding anymore;
But I know I’m not the only one;
I felt your heart synchronised to my heart beat last night;
And it felt as if it could pop out at any moment and beat from my palm.

Wont you come over;
for just one more flight;
who cares if we crush;
who cares if we fail;
for no one else feels what I’m feeling right now.

They have no idea of the revolution raging in my mind, soul and heart;
I swore I’ll never give in to love like this;
I’d sworn there will never be a time when m heart speaks louder than my head;
I guess some promises are meant to be broken.

Just not this time, I snooze, my head win;
The heart looses again!

Next please!!!!!

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Thank you for your time and participation!


Jingle said...

stunning job...

Thanks for the time, wisdom, and cool representation here.

Anonymous said...

Its awesome to see all the brilliant works being published together. Its like a garden with blossoming flowers of different kinds and colors. Each poem casts its different spell on the reader!

Thanks so much everyone.

Emily said...

This is so much geeky fun. Thanks for posting everyone :)

43spiders said...

where's wk41...?

Jillien said...

wow this was incredible!!!!! thank you so much for visiting me on the infamous.

Happy Saturday to you, and see you around the blogosphere.


Maitreyee Chowdhury said...


Tarang said...

It's good to read such a nice collection of beautiful & interesting poems.

Anonymous said...

finally got a poem to share if u want :)
will going to translate it soon

Anonymous said...

wow...great job, thank you :)

Krislin Neo, Ting (Syracuse Pike) said...

I wish I could express more with just THANK YOU!!! You did a fabulous job in featuring all, taking the time and effort... *HUG*

Even though I know it is not enough but still, A BIG THANK YOU!!!!! :)

M said...

Thanks for publishing :-) a gr8 boost really!!!!!

Anonymous said...

Thank you for your time and effort piecing this summary together. It is awesome - to have the highlights in one place. Bravo ...

Chandrama said...

Man, this is superb! Without realising I have been reading your blog since last 40 mins. This happens to me only at libraries. You are doing some great work. Kudos. Thanks for visiting my blog. Your comments are genuinely appretiated :)
Keep posting.

JamieDedes said...

Thanks, Blaga, for all your work putting this together. Much appreciated by all.


JamieDedes said...

Thanks, Blaga, for all your work putting this together. Much appreciated by all.


Blaga said...

Thank you everyone for appreciating the poems and the people who shared their words! I'm happy you all liked poetry collection of week 40! Happy Rally!

Bee's Blog said...

This is amazing - I need to spend more time here.

Thank you so much for visiting me and for staying to comment. Much appreciated.

Anonymous said...

I almost forgot- yes to all!

Anonymous said...

My answer: yes to all!

and I'm done with the 18+ poems. All of them are wonderful.

Thanks for putting this together each rally. You guys rock!

Anonymous said...

I finished!