Deicidal tendency's, I've been a kneel-er for the better part of
Twenty and threes...I've knelt for the needle
That early morning spike, the piercing of flesh
Another ritualistic witness to another
Amalgamation of spite
And sex...that deviant - ness
I've even debased myself with a
Moaning squealer sounder pig D I G
Caress upon another women's creamy thighs
My gods prepared a cornucopia abattoir of
Screams and dreams of retarded moaning sighs
Each time the mewling peaks to climactic E N D
The feelings of euphoria fades again
And then is when the women was, who
Adored, I worshiped time after has been
How does one loathe and love a being of
Such purity and Destruction
When she spreads her legs to arched back
My morals read Still Under Construction
The heart has NO security Ol' Hobb's sodomy
We're worshipers at women's feet then
Onto Lust, the fucking mistrust after every
Feat & Fuck...to a feat. Your abdomen
Slapping/riding cheeks of ass, that rhythmic beat,
Cock and class, performing your
Stations of Sysophisic Deicide,
Bled monotony between another
Pair of trembling thighs, performance meet/met
The emotions that done died...
- Johnny Raven
Copyright May 5th, 2012
The Dates Garden
Softly, gently, I sipped
your red cherry-lip petals
patiently, silently, I grabbed
your brown nip-let buds
deeply, knowingly, I drowned
into your blue eye-oceans
The feminine body turns
to be a dates garden
amidst my own
barren desert !
KGA (UAE Chapter)
Literary award for Poetry declared for
Williamsji Maveli’s “Arramviralthumbath…”
The Kallettumakara Gblobal Association (KGA), UAE Chapter has announced their first poetry award for excellence to Williamsji Maveli's third poetry collection titled as “Arramviralthumbath …” (On the tip of the 6th finger, published by H & C Books, Trichur) .The award has been declared by Mathew David, Chairman of KGA at their Executive Committee meeting held recently in Sharjah Emirate of United Arab Emirates. The award has also been considered for his poetic works scattered in his recently published book named as “Maa Salama." ( means "With peace" in Arabic). The poems have been gathered from different desert sketches, focusing on his real-time life experiences ,while he was working in UAE for more than 30 years. Williamsji, (Williams George), former Ras Al Khaimah based Journalist and lyricist of tester-years has been nominated for a literary award for the first time for literature. The Award is being formulated by KGA (Kallettumkara Global Association, UAE Chapter) for outstanding contributions to literature from the native writers of Kallettumkara, a village town in Trichur, Kerala in India. The award will be presented by the KGA’s UAE Chapter on the grand occasion of their 10th anniversary, which is being scheduled to be held during September, this year,
according to Mathew David, Chairman of Kallettumkara Global Association.
It's about time we took care of eachother.
I wish that I were ten again,
Just to see the things as they were then,
Back when life had a slower pace,
And I had a much younger face.
I'd run wild and barefooted through the park,
And play kick the can 'til after dark.
And I'd outrun every firefly
That lit up my late, late Summer sky.
I wish that I were ten again,
Just to hear the way I'd say amen
Each time good Marion would swear
When I'd put a beetle in her hair.
And she'd jump and scream and call me names.
Oh, we were crazy kids with silly games.
It did not take much to make us smile,
Oh, to be ten again for one short while.
I wish that I were ten again,
Life was so very different then...
We'd turn this valley upside down,
Whenever the fair came to town.
Exploring every hidden thing
Their mysteries and magics bring.
And how they'd swell and light the night
So big and loud and fierce and bright!
And there were times that I'd skip class
Just to make trails in the tall, tall grass
Right outside Baker's General Store,
Before they called Dad into war.
Before things that I could not understand
Brought him back a different man.
A man who's heart could not recall
The child playing basketball.
That's why I'd climb that tree at my Grandma's house
As cleverly as any mouse,
And I'd climb as high as I could get,
And stay there 'til the sun would set.
And I'd watch the colors of the sky,
As the nighttime drifted by.
No, I don't mind every now and then
To wish that I were ten again...
Copyright © 2000 Richard D. Remler
"I want to feel all there is to feel, he thought. Let me feel tired,
now, let me feel tired. I mustn't forget, I'm alive, I know I'm alive,
I mustn't forget it tonight or tomorrow or the day after that."
~ Ray Bradbury (Dandelion Wine)
I had a dream
To live in the mountains,
With a dog,
A black border collie to be exact,
Become an author,
Write a book
Hang out in that mountain.
I had a dream,
That one day
I'd go on a road trip,
Just me and my best buds,
Just living a life
with no worries at all.
I had a dream
That I'd grow up happy
Don't care about the money,
Don't care about the stress,
I had a dream,
You crushed it with a
That's never gonna happen
Because you're gonna spend
Seven years studying
Being all techy,
You won't have time for your
Stupid little dog,
Or your mountains,
None of that would
Your road trip?
You'll be spending time on the road
Towards the city,
Where you'll go to work
Where you'll suffer
For the rest of your life.
Your worst idea
Is growing up being
Happiness is when you finally become
But that ain't never gonna happen to you,
Success isn't for lazy pigs
Who cause parents to split apart,
Who ruin lives,
Who dream of stupid dreams
Like living on mountains
With a dog.
You're gonna stay this way,
Perhaps be my little servant one day.
You wanna talk about dreams?
Well my dream
I have one last dream,
It still lives on
It grows bigger and bigger
It's the only one left,
That I still hold onto
To save someone
From a car accident,
I pray it's soon,
I pray it's now.
I'll prove you wrong,
And I'll finally die
Where the sky is as blue as CG special tinting reality to a sharpened point.
The seas are. As warm as the womb.AMNIOTIC shock when I dive in.
I can smell beauty in the cool trade winds. My god made paradise here
Carried it away to parts unknown.
My lover set me free many years ago but I never returned to her tender
Arms. I had forgotten her charms even while laying in her four post bed and running my hands slowly over silken skin. The thrill was gone.
She is forgiving
She looks at me with eyes that glisten.
In the starlight. But time is not my ally.
Soon I think she will deny me.
A lover scorned.
Rap is a vulture
Black star in light
It wants to feed on hood rats
Or white boys with too much time
Pick me clean of responsibility
Encrust my bones with diamonds
Scatter my mixtape to the winds
Give me a sneaker range
Give it to me. Now
I am waiting for a twenty two.
Two eleven's have past but they will not do
from Piccadilly to Putney
home in time for ham,cheese and chutney
and here it comes.
Humming along brum brum brum
get on the bus
swipe the card
not too hard
taking a seat take the weight of my feet
and in the air from up the stairs the smell of food
someone is chewing on chicken
sucking on bones
the women in front are gabbling in phones
and the child behind cries
I've dropped my fries
then an old lady slips on these crispy fried chips
and the bus comes to a halt.
The driver jumps up
screaming this isn't my fault.
Not my day at all
just wanted to get home with no smell of chicken
no phones in my face
but now I'm stuck in the bus
face to face
with the realisation that Putney and ham with cheese and Chutney
is slipping away.
not my day at all.
One of the things
That makes all this
Be it listening to
It’s one thing
That takes all this
In its lyrics
The heavy bass
Beating in time
With your heart
All your energy
All your thoughts
All your pain
All your unspoken words
Into the chords
Feel it flow into the keys
Weave them into the musical phrases
Transforming them into a symphony
Giving life to the notes on the page
Just feeling everything
Just for those six pages
Just for those four minutes
Turning them into something
And then, as soon as it had started,
Resonates through you
And that’s when you can
And walk off
As if nothing happened
Thank you, music
For making this possible
You’ve brought me this far
And you’re still keeping me going.
O how the thought of God attracts
And draws the heart from earth,
And sickens it from passing shows
And dissipating mirth!
Tis not enough to save our souls,
To shun the eternal fires;
The thought of God will rouse the heart
To more sublime desires.
God only is the creature's home,
Though rough and strait the road;
Yet nothing less can satisfy
The love that longs for God.
Oh, utter but the Name of God
Down in your heart of hearts,
And see how from the world at once
All tempting light departs.
A trusting heart, a yearning eye
Can win their way above;
If mountains can be moved by faith
Is there less power in love?
How little of that road, my soul,
How little hast thou gone!
Take heart and let the thought of God
Allure thee further on.
Dole not thy duties out to God,
But let thy hand be free;
Look long at Jesus, His sweet blood-
How was it dealt to thee?
The perfect way is hard to flesh;
It is not hard to love;
If thou wert sick for want of God
How swiftly wouldst thou move!
Be docile to thine unseen Guide;
Love Him as He loves thee;
Time and obedience are enough,
And thou a saint shalt be.
Frederick William Faber