We all heard the type woman you can't make a wife.
But there are many wives that makes them look better from the things they do.
The worse of the worse can change.

We all heard about rumors that has no end.
But when do the truth begins.

We all heard that certain people will never change.
But we notice those that speaks doing the changing.
We all live under a microscope.

Doing things hoping not to get caught.
The self righteous.
The sinners.
The losers and the winners.

We all heard something's going to be the death of us yet.
But we keep on doing it.
Hoping that the prediction doesn't come true.

But that's life.
We enjoying doing things to please ourselves.
To the pint we don't think of anyone else.

I stand in awe at the strong winds blowing
Hurricanes rising and tornadoes growing
Housing blown away and long hair flowing
Killing the crops of this year's sewing.
Stay strong, dear brothers; Strong in disaster
Stout in the winds that blow ever faster
Stay strong for your children, strong for your wives,
To get to the morning you must first traverse the night.

At the fountain
by Nelson’s Column
you met Julie
in mini skirt

and bright
red top
her hair hugged
into a ponytail

a copy of Sgt Pepper’s
under her arm
you in jeans
and open necked shirt

came across to her
standing there
looking into the fountain’s water
sorry I’m late

you said
missed my train
no problem
she said

bought my own Beatles' LP
and she held it out to you
friends say it's neat
and way out

she added
as you scanned
the sleeve
where we going?

you asked
drink I must have a drink
she said
how’s things

at the hospital?
usual stuff: treatment
drugs to get me
off drugs

therapy
psychiatrists
nurses
and so on

you?
she asked
I’m ok
you said

ok is crap
ok is boring
is mediocre
life either fucks

or it’s exciting
and over the top
she said
the Square was crowded

people
and pigeons
and water
and sun

and sky
and mixture
of perfumes
and bus fumes

let’s get that drink
she said
and so you went off
to a bar off

Trafalgar Square
and ordered two drinks
and sat outside
in the sunshine

I think the fat nurse
on my ward suspects us
she said
suspects what?

you asked
you and me
and that small room
o that

you said
she took out
a cigarette pack
and took out

two cigarettes
and gave one
to you and lit
them both

think she’s jealous
or envious
Julie said smiling
free love

makes some women angry
Schopenhauer said
somewhere
that wives and whores

despise women
who give sex
away free
it undermines
their contracts

how’s Jamie?
you asked
still locked up
she said

they claim
he was supplying
but he wasn’t
they screwed him up

she inhaled
and searched
your eyes
you still playing

your saxophone?
yes
you said
I practice everyday

annoys
the neighbours
sometimes
but got to

keep up with it
and hone the skills
she sat legs crossed
her thighs exposed

her footwear bright
her fingers holding
the cigarette
the lips red

her eyes
like small mirrors
small tits pressed
against the red top

the memory
of that small room
off the ward
she and you

and brooms
and boxes
and such
and kisses

and sex
and on edge
for the door to open
but not overmuch.

Before you criticize me too soon, I think you should spare some seconds and answer a simple question to yourself...

If Shahjahan loved Mumtaz Mahal so much, why he had a harem of wives to use at his own pleasure?

While I agree that the Taj Mahal is arguably the most extraordinarily beautiful monument in the world, I don't agree upon the fact that it was built as a tomb of love. It is just a symbol of madness if you asked me. An emperor's insecure feeling to get his name registered in the history books. While it may be one of the most beautiful architectural monument, it was built by over 20,000 architects, craftsmen, masons and engineers who took over 16 years to build the magnificent building.

He got this apparently high & prestigious monument of love built but everything that the Emperor did was not pleasant at all.

° The lavishly living Mughal Emperor spent all his - his subjects' money into building this monument of love instead of keeping his subjects well-fed.
° Mumtaz Mahal might have been the luckiest woman to have died and got such a marvelous building built as her mausoleum but she died giving birth to her & Shahjahan's 17th offspring and then Shahjahan who had uncountable other wives was inspired by her demise apparently to undertake what is termed as the biggest project in history build the costliest monument proclaiming his rule.
° The arrogant - falsely proud lover - Mughal emperor didn't know that what he thought to be looked at as the greatest symbol of love will be criticized by some poet in his own land nearly 375 years later. The insane Mughal Emperor got all the builders of the Taj Mahal's fingers cut-off of so that there could be no other Taj Mahal.

But Aurangzeb, his & Mumtaz Mahal's son overthrew his power when Shahjahan got older and locked him up in a jail at the other end of Yamuna river where the emperor then died a sad old lovelorn bedlamite person in prison. Aurangzeb was the exact opposite of his dad, he showed religious intolerance and his habits drove the empire towards its doom after his death.

But let me think this way; when I look at any picture of the Taj Mahal, what I get the first thing in mind is this: Such a CRAZY emperor who got such a beautiful monument of Egotism built!

It tears apart hearts
-War takes men away from their wives, children, parents, lovers. It even takes the men away from themselves
It tears apart dreams.
-War takes away sanity, takes away love, takes away hope.
War tears apart life.

Look back I realize there are no heroes, saints or survivors.
-There are victims, hypocrites, and dead.

The area around this hospital used to be green, full of life.
-Now all the birds are gone, replaced by grey hallways full of dying men. I see new nurses come in,
their robes as bright as their excited eyes. They sing, they laugh,
they dance in their ignorance.



I do believe I have forgiven him.
I think I forgave him the moment I lost him.

War changes the rules. We cannot follow the rules of a civilized society.
He loved me, and I him.
We are of this world created by war, and we could no longer go back to the old one.
It's as if we set off on a great adventure, only to discover that there is no ship to
take us
home.
A great  channel separating the horrors from our home.

I came in bright eyed, looking for a white knight on a steed,
but fell in love instead


with a broken man in a hospital bed.

Arm Yourselves
Get ready for this bloody heist
This hellish reicht.
Army wives get our their knives
Nowhere to hide.
We're taking over all of Rome
In one night.

No bulletproof vests, victim of incest,
A house of cards, for a hundred yards.
Bodies we carry, and then we'll bury,
All of them,
Can I call you mary?

Keep bleeding.
We're victims of the fight,
The soldiers of the night.
Resentment on the crossfire,
And the battlefield smells like a laboratory,
Guerilla warfare can get quite gorry,
I don't care how they will tell the story.
Shut up we're already in purgatory.

Some terminal illness that makes you kill,
These skylines bleed from 30 miles under.
The guillotine speaks only to the guilty,
And if you show it we'll know,
And if you don't then we'll go.

Ginger sweet, love tainted.
Bitter sweet, lies blatant.

I'm so happy and I can't even feel it.
I'm so happy and I can't even feel it.
I'm so happy and I can't even feel it.
I'm so happy and I can't even feel it.

Lady liberty speaks to me,
And she tells me all of her dirty secrets.
I'm so sad but I won't admit it.
Mary can you hear me,
Mary can you hear me?

I'm writing a tradgedy of you and I.
Find me I sell water on the streets.
To the killers in their cars,
99 cents a pound,
And that's all I'm worth I swear.

They killed Mary!

I'm so happy and I can't even feel it.
I'm so sad but I won't admit it.
I'm so sick I can almost taste it.
I'm so dead I can already feel it.
I'm so happy and I can't even feel it.
I'm so sad but I wont' admit it.
I'm so sick I can almost taste it.
I'm so dead, cause I am, and I don't really give a damn.