One day an angel came to me and told me to love you.
I asked it "is he worth it?".
It answered " a million times worth it!".
For it was the angel who asked it from me i accepted to love you.
I shared with you my secrets and gave you trust,
you could not keep the trust and you were unfaithful,
promised me with in laws and good husband,
after a few minutes you left me alone,
alone in the dark,waiting for you to come back.
I would ask the day and night where you were,
unfortunately they said i should kill you in my heart.
Salty water running from my eyes,
day and night thinking of MR.NICE,
trying to erase you from my heart,
unfortunately you are an ink which cannot be erased!
is the kind that pours down
When its raining out,
and warm out
and nearly dark out.
And there is no thunder
and no lightning .
standing between two cars
with the warm kind of light coming from behind me
and the worst kind of light from the neighbors.
Theres not enough rain
to soak through clothes
and soak through skin or
soak your soul.
Not the kind that gets in
the corners of your mouth and
tastes like summer even though
the leaves are red.
Just the sort of rain
that takes your dried out heart
and waters it a bit.
Mt. Everest was a tough climb too,
and maybe the water from the summit
could be in my hair
Or on my fingertips,
when I reach out towards the
that just slunk out from under the car.
Like the turning sheets
of a monthly calender,
life has layers after layers.
How would he know that ,
just a callow youth on sea shore
playing with smooth pebbles,
that was when he saw her first.
She was the woman who
taught him, whole cities lay merged
within a woman, like wave after wave,
she was a mystery like life itself.
There is no way to decipher.
They first met
in the city of light,
Diwali lamps were lit
in all courtyards,
It was an immortal moment
in his life, he realized,
leading him gently to the light
which evaded him though he assiduously sought,
she parted without a word
Did she belong to someone else?
The city of sorrow,
yet again brought them face to face
Ridden with angst of existence
he stumbled, was about to fall, then
he could experience her iron will
more than a woman, she stood, like a pillar of strength,
she took his weary head in both hands, pressed to her breast,
pulled out the crown of thorns, their paths
diverged again, inexplicably complex, was their relationship.
In the city of guilt,
an unexpected meeting again,
they were surprised. Here, they were on their own.
They wanted to take their lives in their hands,
in spite of the currents that pulled them to different directions.
But he knew all the while that her self, was divided between
three cities in her.They co-existed, Light.Guilt.Sorrow
will their love survive? Not all loves are intended to live long,
a parrot in his tree of loneliness always whispered.He pretended he didn't hear,
A game of dice, almost was their lives, mysterious forces did bet on their lives,
Having traveled through fire and water, she was beyond pleasure and pain,
Kali with a fiery nose stud, female power that overcomes all pain,
she became, that shattered his dreams for them.
He was thankful, to be awakened by her,
the light she lit, burned bright, within.
Now or never.He crossed the river.
Deliverance comes from an inner source,
otherwise all will end as an idiot's tale
Her flame lighted his wick, liberated him.
Fire spitting dragons one can tame,
but in the duel with demons of life,
it could be a blood letting end,
call it play of chance or what ever
they are the easy game here
He packed his backpack and
started to move eastwards,
Westward bound was she, invariably,
her heart had still a song left for him,
the void was filled, the pain was stilled
with anesthetics of mind.
Just for one last time they went to the beach,
watching the sunset was their good bye to each other.
They never met again.
Take one bowl and add:
Work and art
Theater and dinner after
Camping and hiking
working out land and water
Relaxation....yes a key ingredient
Now toss it all up
Daily pick and choose
And enjoy to heart's content
A recipe for simple pleasures
you coaxed me
your radical disobedience
lured me in
i bit the hook and you pulled me out
out of my innocence
the air was bleak
and i missed the warm water
that enveloped my skin
and soon i became lethargic
and felt nothing
and you just kept me there
and now, you have the nerve
to weasel your way back in
slowly wade through the water
and try to pluck me out
with your unkempt hands
you slide gloves on your hands
and claim that your hands are clean
that your unruly ways
are not your ways anymore
but i felt the dirt that coated your rough skin
i may be insane
but at least i have some logic to back up my actions
because i can't stand to remember
and i can't stand to hear you lie anymore
so leave me so i can kneel.
Where echos bound off cavern walls
Thundering, spacious water falls
Giving power to the ember furnace
Crafters work with full earnest
Our clang of metal forming metal
Our laughter around the stew-filled kettle
Lacboring long into the night
Carrying laterns for our light
A golden tint in the arenose air
A rich man's delight, deep in this lair
A cornucopia of jewels and stone
Picks and axes spark on the hone
Melted metals with tools of the trade
Upon the anvil are ceremoniously laid
To be shaped and formed into desires
By light of the blazing, crimson fires
Where we find sweat and danger as one
And rarely journey out into the sun
Have amity with our fellow men
And all write to loved ones with one pen
The cavern echos, the rays of gold
This ancient house of tales untold
To find this place, a costly fee
A way of escape will never be
The universe will provide
What a crock of shit
Fucking ‘new age’ bullshit just makes me sick
I believed in quantum physics and I was a mystic
Now I am just a jaded fool
No need for those tools
The cynic is finally free, you see
Starving babies and innocents
Are not like you and me
Where is their blanket of protection?
Where is their water to make wine?
If all there is that ever was
Then the holy covenant is vile.
it flies in your presence
like a homing pigeon
back to me, only
when you're here
filling time with me
talking like we've known
known what its like to live
with and without each other
the latter isn't as pleasant
i suffer, like not breathing
holding air under the water
looking out and around
it screams within me, burns
we've been waiting some
waiting for the perfect time
when the stars finally align
to be together for a while
then it becomes beautiful
the war inside me slows
then stops, calms, breaths
the guns stop battering me
the bombs cease to impale
the birds fly, unafraid
taking time under its wing
like my homing pigeon
back to me.
The Mockery of Fairyland
In silence watching as fellow fallow fairies dance,
Sylphs float above while gnomes furrow,
Donating water brothers,
Spiritual creatures, unseen,
Creation of nature from nature,
Fairies will still catch your eye,
In form of genus butterfly,
God forbid you meet them,
Stumble on their fairy rings,
Never tell a fairy your name,
For in fairyland you may remain,
For safety's sake,
While out walking in the woods,
Inside out must wear your shirt,
Wear a ring of of iron!
So you can breach the fairies curse
Seven year cycles,
Fairies must donate to hell,
A good soul,Tam Hin,
He tricked the fairy queen,
She had to set him free,
As man folk mate,
Fairies do true procreate,
A way akin to ours!
Hybrid fairies once existed,
Too sad to live in fairyland,
Too fairy like to live on earth!
Titania she sits waiting,
For her Oberon to arrive,
King and queen of fairyland, in literacy,
The taste of her lips.
The feel of her hands, intertwined in my hands.
Of her eyes locked with mine.
Of her spirit dancing with mine, so close...
When we dance, but she is afar...my spirit travels over roads a plenty.
When my arms are not around her, they feel empty.
Yet, soon, her arms will return to my arms, and her spirit will dance with mine.
But until then, I stand...in what feels like a lake of frozen water.