The page tried to escape
Wiggling to the next
Asking me to read more
To see what this tiny book has in store
“Go on” it said “just a little farther”
I let the page turn
So we are one page closer
Closer to what?
I’m not sure yet
Only my books knows

i held you for a night
and now things are different

what changed?

I always felt there was something
Missing from my heart
A gap found within my being
My soul with a missing part

I wonder if it will become complete
Or if a part of me is destined to be lost
Did a thief come to steal it at night
And sell it at no cost

Used to being incomplete
And knowing no other way
I eventually stopped searching
And felt that I would be okay

But silently I heard
The lost piece sing
Crying out my name
In the depths of the wind

I wonder
darling,
how will you survive
the torrent of lies
when they come undone?

It  was a word from heaven
so it makes sense, sometimes
that you look up above your head
kneels down and pray for your God,
He may extend the "love"
if the prayers get heard

When in large groups
They're audible
But intelligible
It's soothing
I don't have to be a tentative listener
White noise is somehow calming

Life is pleasant
Life is abundant

Life could be tough
Life could be rough

Make courage your armour!
Make faith your anchor!

Live life to live
Even in its oven

Never forget life's abundance
Whatever you desire
Comes in abundance
If you truly want it

Always see the rainbows
Lining the rough sky
In the wintry winter!

Life is sure to cost you whilst on the path you choose.
And there will be heartache from things that you will lose.
A greater pain you may encounter, at a far greater cost,
is to no longer see a value in things that once you lost.

Imperfect clones orbit without shame,
with only fractions of your promise.
Yet I love them just the same,
maybe even more,
because they actually have a name.

i wonder
if the sky watches me
cry into wrinkled linen
all night

Demons are here
Demons are there
they run in your head
they run till you are dead
tormenting your choices
laughing in your face
destroying things you have built
it's like you are running in place.

I don't feel special,
I'm not unique.
I want to cry
but I can't even speak.
My hands reach out,
but they cannot hold
a single thing
but the bitter cold.
Everything's frozen,
I feel lost.
Even my tears
have turned to frost.
When I cut my waist
it bleeds black.
I'm so deeply gone
there's no way back.
This is goodbye

Fingernails clack on
Piano keys, yellow teeth
Sour milk on marble...

look in the mirror
what do you see?
****
liar
cheater
..or is that only me

look in the mirror
maybe there's more
then this perfect person
you've been striving for

Be the Shizuka to my Shefali
Perhaps a little of your scent
Will rub off on me

I'll take the perfume from high life
If others can sense the grime
From stacking strife

When we lie together, hear my heart
For other's heads will spin
When they can't tell scents apart

It is when I’m alone
That I find
I really hate my own company.

You’re stuck in my mind
You are lodged in my marrow
You know who you are
You’re my object of love.

I like the little people.
They haven’t lived long enough
to become jaded. They’re not judgmental.
They’re inquisitive and want

to learn. And they listen
with full hearts and empty heads
eager to get filled. The big people have
empty hearts and full heads. So, they

don’t listen well. And they’re simpler,
the little people. They find joy in little,
mundane things. The big people need the fancy,
expensive and complicated toys to bring them joy.

You are the most annoying dog I've ever seen
You whine and beg to be put on our laps but when we do
You whine and beg to be put down
You get car sick whenever we drive you around
You have an **** high pitched bark

You aren't even that cute

But when you were on the verge of death
We felt bad for you
And that, my friend, is why you still exist in my life.

My poetry is always written
In the heat of the moment

The big picture is often neglected
It is but
One moment in all my life

The perspective might be messed up
And the feelings exaggerated
But it's nice to have that moment captured

Dostoevsky dreams

And Pushkin lines

And rhymes...

Like Bolshevik bullets

Tear into me

Seething

Hot sleep!


Dead Tsars and Anastasia

Mean nothing to me

But I miss them

Sometimes...



Aristocratic nonsense

But tiaras are pretty

With diamonds shining

In a Russian night


As kulaks die

The diamonds glitter

A worthy reminder

Of a beautiful time

When debutantes danced

And the little Tsarina

Could dream in peace

It takes one team

To make the dream

That is hungry to perform

And can make a grand slam

A journey full of storm

Will be always above the norm

A frightful way to coform

All  members in a warrior form

A gold medal to aim

For a champion team

I love him
I tell myself
I know that
We will be together forever
I don’t believe that
We could be separated
My thoughts tell me that
He’s the love of my life
Sometimes my heart lies and says
I could live an eternity
Without him
Like my friends say
“We’re perfect for each other”
And you can’t tell me
He’s not the one.

Now read from bottom to top.

it’s a beautiful thing
this day and age
with bubbling permafrost
with drug-resistance
with obesity treatments
with technological advancements
with scientific discoveries
with silent wars
with blue lava
with bleeding glaciers
with divorce
with sensitivity
with my generation
of people believing
this new generation
is completely and
utterly clueless as a
common occurrence

but let’s think about
what these kids are
into nowadays.

let’s think about who
invented these inane
things for the kids.

my generation of people.

so the kids of today are
the ones who are ******
for liking the things
that we’ve created?

I’m sorry but we have to
be the ones who are obtuse
for believing such things,
oblivious for not
realizing them and
showing the world
we have
little or no imagination
anymore.

the generation before us
has lied to us and
thought us to lie
to the generation
after.

whether it’s the gods
or holidays
or what not.

the youth of the today
are autonomous.
they can not take
responsibility for
their actions nor do
they understand and
just go along
with the trends,
much like,
all the generations
before them
but we need a scapegoat
to cover up our own
farce implementations.

the truth of the matter is..
we’re all a little vacuous
in our own way
especially the ones with
an answer for everything.
living in an imperfect world
where there’s always room
for improvement
nothing for us
or against us
wrapped up in our
congratulatory
self-contradictory
and illogical theories
and as useless as
exploding appendix.

the lost generation
the interbellum generation
the silent generation
the baby boomers
generation x
the millennials

a strong admixture
of imbecility and
self-assurance
filled with belief
and unawareness
to a senseless world

like hate
like blame
like gossip
like jealousy
like being offended
like being impressive
like the punk rock dream
like hospital waiting rooms
like fundraisers and charity events
like your co-worker to the right and
the left of you
and their families
and their families before
them

our greatest creation
our strongest aide

to deconstruct