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To act ceaselessly ordained, By reactions inevitably chained, Karmic Wheel relentlessly turns, Fruits it haplessly churns, To rebirth, in new cycle to return. One his Truth who Knows, Neither as actor nor action, Neti, neti as the Sages said, Mere
I saw the scene full of flowers and I saw the Actor choking, drowned in petals, leaves, which entered his mouth, nostrils, ears, covering him until nothing was left of him. Poor Actor. What a death! Smothered by the flowers
Freddy the flea moved in here with me, and his family were queued up behind. I said ‘it’s a cheek’, but he looked pretty bleak, so I said c’mon in’ ‘cos I’m kind. In they all trotted, and now they
(1) Tents are crowded by windows, but missing walls and a jasmine flower. (2) A window is a border between consciousness and sub-consciousness, between Ego and its annihilation. (3) A home without a window is a blind man with no
He’s a very famous actor who married an ordinary woman and while he spends his days honing his body for the kind of violent pornography they pay him to discharge, learning to compress his abdomen to crush walnuts spit out
Well SALLY’S corpse is in the graveyard But her ghost clings to me like an old wet Blanket…maybe it’s because I treated her Like dirt when she was alive and shot her When I caught her cheating on me then
I mused at the turn of event at the scene The landscape is replicate with the shapes and color not in harmony with what nature would have loved to create given his craftsmanship This was a human configuration to give
Everything was easy and the good guy was me Chasing bad guys through the cobbled streets of Galilee The wine was sweet joy, the mad loving intense Lead bullets were flying, lives lost makes no sense I’m a man of
An accountant, businessman, psychologist, or teacher? Great challenging and responsible endeavors, but for who? What was God thinking when he made you? A doctor, lawyer, Janitor, engineer, or carpenter? All good and noble professions, but for who? What was God
My heart bleeds, just as my tear-soaked eyes, and anguish-filled-mouth keep asking: why Syria – the Levant – the rising land Why Damascus – the City of Jasmine of shrubs and vines, now turn to vineyard of locoweed and poison
I, thirst for nudging the butter lamp to peep inside the dark of a Shiva crater of human suffering, between your pain and my blood there was ancient history, where will you go now, no light has touched you so
I’m alive though all the years of abuse, but I’ve not been able to truly “LIVE” because my head is full of fog, confused and don’t know who I am. Suffering from anxiety and depression. I live in a prison,
Well and these days are sad days Not Much of Nothing If Anything To brag about I must say…well the Candles still burn bright, I still live By the moonlight and you, you are Still the love of my life
A Lovebird Song I will fly to wherever you are, I will locate you, my wings shall carry me to your abode on hill, tree or beyond the sea. Upon my beak- greetings of love-from far land I bring to
when we were touching I was blushing from a blushing inner glow radiating from the depths of my soul no longer searching no longer alone for the first time in my life my heart has a home home is my
I love you. Words whispered into my ears and screamed in passion, I love you! You lied. And I guess I did too. Because like all tragic love stories, we were young and we were dumb and neither one of
In the midst of conversation A question rose out of the blue, What would I do if such opportunity were to arise. In a conversation about long term goals without hesitation or notion Without any specifics given to her question
The unspoken words had the unborn quality. That homeliness sitting around the fire pits writhed in predatory hopelessness. Insensitive to flesh we were shooting the ducks in midair. Rapture for the dirt, deceit does not need a consonant, the intensity
Last night, I dreamed of your hand clasped to mine, Your sapphire eyes create a deep blue fire, We shared kisses in cup more than the wine, As cheeks would glow, which to the touch inspire; Touch seems warmer, though
The wail fills the genesis; you are not living in me any more. Outside a grey mist of absence prevails. For a while there was stillness of white death, then roaring of a hurricane, before it struck the ancient wall
Inspired by your love, I would crave to find the burning bush; The rock that Moses stood on, covered by your hand. And in that silent Holy bush, I kneel and make my stand That I will love you all
I escaped from the arid reunion no uncle pressing a beer can at me no cousin failing to place me in the hierarchy out past the campground boundary dry seed pods scratching my calves find an apple tree at river’s
Just before I go, I want to let you know, I think of you everyday, I think of you a little bit more, I tear my reason apart. I hear the beatings of your heart. Love is more vicious than
I was deeply annoyed. One by one they were falling, walking in quagmire. For duplicating rights? Dead pelicans, pouch empty. Somebody was picking ants from the air. Give me some cold pack, my head is throbbing hot, I am burning.
Voices in my head they don’t heed to me anymore have a life of their own and me as a slave critique everything I do fight over each small detail perspectives and bitter hurt and they keep it alive keep
Headphones bleed From the chords I believe Were struck by the master… The master of hands… Of ”Ladyland”, electric A vinyl worth the weight Of three bricks of gold For its’ platinum sold, and- I could never trade that thrill
I take out my book I look at the pages Oh the depth of all that through me rages There is so many things I have left behind So many shredded by the ravages of time When I was young,
Am I alive? Is this a dream? Won’t I ever wake? Will I forever scream? The mind says, but my eyes don’t see, My soul wanders like a flowerless bee. Each step I take amongst the endless waste, Minefields of
The evening wind tapped me on the shoulder gently and said: “Clouds will talk to you now” I turned around, looked up at the sky and drops filled my eyes. Daily I was drinking hemlock to understand my ignorance of
A flaw I discovered in self, But never made any amend, Then why can’t I bring to forgive? A blemish I found in a friend. Who am I but a lesser mortal? I too flounder to hold my self, I
The grain of wood was nuanced for naked aggression. The groping could not find the plasma. Some non-believers were deemed insane by rust-tainted smiles of shimmering stars. Defiant was the crushed grass after caressing the moon in lonely night. The
I also want to see how the moon smiles when the moonlit walks and twinkling stars bath in it I also want to see the mysterious blue sky where everyone wants to fly and kiss its divine lips I also
(A Versification of the Evoluted Past in the Convoluted Present Tense) Once upon a billion aeons ago, When mucks are gene pools of protozoa; Long before Ape is the forebear of Abraham And amoeba the forebear of ape-man, I am…
Let’s find a new world . . . . Where smile are spread every where, Where if you are sad everyone will care. Where no one is there to poke you, Where you can talk to anyone you want to.
If the thunder roars, and should the lightning splash across the horizon, Or should the earth quake beneath our feet, is it God’s voice that we are longing for? The loud sounds and great displays of natural lightning are not
They said, “Never!”, as Noah announced the incredulous. Noah said, “It’s going to rain”, to all who would listen They shouted in unison, “Never has it been, nor ever shall it be! Water comes from creeks, ponds, rivers, and from
When I walk out in broad daylight, I am immediately handed with “Stand up and fight” brochures, persuaded to download the Vithyou app, begged to join self defense classes to combat the raging thirst, of uninhibited audacious beasts. I am
You looked at me I looked at you you turned your face But I didn’t You made no promise I made a lot You smiled at my tears I shared your suffering You pushed me to darkness I picked you
Why did not you cross the black river and remained innocent? Unhealed, failed inside, broken and honest? You won the race, the space, the heaven. Moving away to the farthest blackness. Your god sits cross legged, clotting. Brown hands on
Grant me but these easy wishes: Simple fare my daily dishes; Safe fare from vice and vanity; Work-joy, love, peace and sanity; A quiet mind and quiet breath And when I die, a quiet death; Thereafter, grant me dissolution, Anonymity
