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One layer upon another Many are there altogether A simple onion never struck me before That it holds the secret of Life at its core Equating each layer to all we possess Vanity as gaudy as a concubine’s dress As
Someone dropped a gun in the crowd – it clattered like candy garish glare of night-time marquees scent of every onion in the world sautéing adults walking on, a mobile forest of legs intent on getting somewhere doing something a
And there’s rigoletto laughing out the cry of the one who’s defeated by fate among the spectators dressed in blue by the light flooding them between the acts and there’s the woman eternally defeated by love, a cup with poison
I was not indifferent to graffiti but oracle was telling a different story of embellished arms race about the mathematics of terror. Less comprehensible I presume. But who was transparent and simple today. A wisp was rising among the hills.
‘Tis easy to feel rejection and self-pity through plight Blaming outside circumstance toward reason When the best answer is, to stand tall and fight Good times and bad come to all like the seasons It is quoted: “The Lord helps
Hear the music beatin’ Stronger Feel the brandy kickin’ in Stronger See me gettin’ hotter and a growin’ Stronger Well and as the candles burn brighter the dream comes to light once more faces crystallize but I really don’t know
Carrying a satchel all along inside of which are , decisions un-taken I run up and down Scaring away my evil cravings and all the immoral that the world taught me I focus too much on not doing bad (wrong)
The feelings of despair Around our air, everywhere. Calling out for help, Comes a time for rain… The silver lining shines, And things begin to rhyme! Those clouds of despair, That worry in the air, Those greys in the hair.
Have you wandered off the beaten path and blamed someone other than yourself? Or could it be that you never walked the path of others, because you were alone and left. Did someone hurt you when you ran from the
I’m fasting now for full four days and moribund is my hunger not me. First day I wasn’t tough though, I thought it will kill me, but slowly I detached myself with this insatiable hunger, it’s dying not me. The
That yellow moon haunts me again and overleaps my sleep. I do not dare to walk in the graves of your eyes. The palace has broken. Mere suffering was not sufficient. You have to wince with pain for a crucified
Once again it’s that time of the year When heart saddens and fills with emotions Mind reminisces with thoughts of bygones This day, that year! This day, that year! Recalls that little voice from within This day, that year! This
The years in front are Now shorter than the Ones behind. I lay awake At night, wondering how It will end. It will be sudden, Or not sudden, obviously. A long decline into madness? That’ll do me. Loss of hair,
Standing among the ruins of what Used to be a thriving little gold fever town I swore I heard music and laughter coming From the half-moon saloon, I walked around But nobody could be found still I could of Sworn
It takes time to build trust For one who with strangers can’t easily adjust Reality is full of things unjust Better to coat it with fantasy at the crust We meet strangers through accidents Some turn to memorable incidents Thoughts
Family first, And old saying, As if from a western, Almost sounds rehearsed. Yet when I tip my cap, On this dusty afternoon, I appreciate the folks, Whom without life’s a lonely moon. When carrying across, Metaphorical plains, Dry and
When I was born, so was death. He awaits my last breath. I would be death’s thorn. Each morn I trilled, and eye balled him. Told him death be a sin, and his thoughts he must kill. Time scurried, passing
Cuddled under a warm, toasty quilt, Chewing on a bag of gummy bears with no guilt. Making the perfect mud cake, Watching the sunlight glisten off a lake. Letting myself go insane, To fight all things mundane. Cooking a delightful
Making dirty love is the devil’s first temptation Yet very few resist the desire for carnal sin by seduction A woman can charm and excite a man beyond imagination And make him do things only a dirty pig would dare
Countless Times I fell, Countless times I rose, Countless times I cried, Countless times I pleaded, Countless times I felt suffocated, Countless times my heart bleed. Countless times I wanted to run away, But never got the courage to have
Marionettes made to do with hands on strings Serpants smiling squirming savage stings A hope for justice as the pendulum swings You’re in the arms of dark angels that sing Coarsing through your blood is acid The road now you
Simple strips, Some woods and shrubs. Deserted or inhabited, Explored or not. Islands, They have a certain character, A saintly serenity. it is there like a sage, ever waiting To embrace those lost sailors Coming washed ashore. An isle of
Only a few can understand the melancholy of the Moon That shines different and lonely among countless stars But the flowers are always sad in the sunrise, sprinkled with tears After listening all the painful secrets. On this huge chaos
Meditating quietly, On the self within, In the serene calm of mind Devoid of motion or sound Every day, Like a vibration, With a speed of thought, I travel manifold universes & Beyond, Amusing my-self In various lokas¹, Ever shining,
A nation divided Under God with liberty and justice For all The line is clear Black as night Clear as day Party over blood Party over logic Party over love Some are humans Others muslim Some are humans Others black
As I tiptoe past her door In that room, in that bed, My darling sleeps. The thought of her touch, Her kiss, inflames my body Like the taste of Spanish wine. I open the forbidden door, The hot musky aroma
Along the way to Washington, a red Indian is still holding in his hands his scalp and a quiver filled with stock exchange, while not comprehending why European prisoners carried old Athens on the ship of Columbus and settled at
Blood was in season, on your hands. A staged encounter mauling the clouds. Into a hare, you put the lead with a roar of gun and sun wants his share. Beneath the honours lies the guilt of a ravaged moon.
Sobbed I more than bubbling rain, more and more Laughed like shooting sun, on days and nights by your side! Crumbling lips and shutting eyes soothed the love pain, The pangs of arrows in my heart of thundering motions; I
Well there’s a chimpanzee playing in my flower bed, there’s a ghost in my attic raising mortal hell, I must be going crazy ‘cuz I haven’t even taken any pills and this can’t be real, I tell myself you know
I have known you because of Time, and you leave me because of Time. Time wants me to forget you, but Time says ‘No’ because I do love you. Time gives me strength to endure the pain, and Time encourages