for when the heart
became a place confined
for the weights
of the waits
the emotions
came out
as words
clad
in deep red
too heavy
to carry
even on paper
he chose to bury them
call it cliche
he chose the location
deep
in the woods
afraid
of their exposure
and the consequences
of it
now safe
in the knowledge
no one will venture
that deep
he came home
to a new reality
the void
in his chest
for the words
clung to his heart
took it with them
deep underground
Dec 3, 2017
Dec 3, 2017 at 2:00 AM UTC
"I'll show thee every fertile inch o' th' island,
And I will kiss thy foot. I prithee, be my god"
It is he who fills my plate with penny
So, I return the gratitude in plenty
I took his pennies and never did I feel empty
Red, silver and scarlet there are so many
Would I stare with frenzy or count one to twenty?
The door of my conscience is locked
So did I absorb?
The torture of Gog and Magog
Everything I do now is
Much ado about nothing
I became the scion of darkness
I was crowned with Babylonian fiendishness
I had everything to charm and to alarm
To those who fail to succumb
To the lord that empowered my élan
To His feet I pledged
My allegiance of insurance
How can I revert now?
Like demon magicians I did avow
My soul under his bough
Rather I can do one thing now
I can idolize my white knight and sponsor
In the talk show, promotion or daily soap
Repeating his bounties under lie detector
Who knows how many progenies are there in the line?
Who were invited before me in his salacious dine?
The fruits, salads, meat roasts, wine and damsel
In bare ******* could serve them a feast of Fife
Displaying the raptor world in the shade of Eglantine
However, a little bit more burst
To cool my masters' unrelenting lust
Can seal my ignoble fate
With perennial gifts and trusts
I will keep preaching my master's crescendo
Cloaking it with metaphor's of poetic innuendo
Wisdom and words from his box of tricks
Will be my WMD to ruin the uber smart freaks
Who can out fool the serpent of evil?
When I will get the ticket to
Fly from Wall Street to London
To give lectures as if I am The Noam Chomsky
Theorizing natural hierarchy in front of millions
The naysayers keep rioting to demand my execution
But like the trash they will be flushed to oblivion
My religion is to plea for His majesty's mercy
I know whenever I will defy like Satan's pride
He himself will greet me again with wealth glorified
Don't misinterpret me, don't despise me either
What I see in you is the same yearning
Rather with a face of a grim and terrible onlooker!
Perhaps there is some contentment in seeking restitution
But, I see the world is aflame in its karmic retribution
So, this is my space, to the feet of my Masters' shoelace
The noblest of life is led by those whose gracious art
Be saved, on pain of punishment for his master's bait!
Nov 22, 2017
Nov 22, 2017 at 12:04 AM UTC
The Architect of designated Life
Calculates the gravitational pull
Against the leverage of resonance
To a precise second of entrance.
Our plotted trajectory course is
Determined by our final blueprint;
The diaphanous mystery of choice
Is balanced between past and present:
We remember who we were before
Time allotted this experience, and
Recognize who we are
Despite our current existence
After all
"A bond between souls is ancient –
Older than the planet."
Sep 9, 2017
Sep 9, 2017 at 11:22 AM UTC
Soon we start to gravitate
Into each other's
World
Where I only see you
And you
Only see me
And nothing, and no one
Else is important;
Conversational poems
Turn into an **** of words!
Orgasmically we come
On each other's poetry,
Spilling every emotion
Every greed and seed
Upon the vowels
And the verbs
And the adjectives;
And it will be like this for us
For days
For weeks
For months
Because we want it to last forever
Only forever is a doom
Particularly when the moment comes
And the ink finally dries
And the poems begin to fade
Further and farthest
Into a questionable memory
Until there's nothing left
But my blank screen
And your blinking cursor.
Aug 12, 2017
Aug 12, 2017 at 2:39 PM UTC
She calls to me in my dreams
Lures me outside at night
Hiding amongst the shadows
Keeping out of sight
The howling winds carry
Her whispers through the air
I hear her words
I know she's out there
The dark enchantress beckons
Through the branches of the trees
I feel myself being pulled in
By the evening's breeze
But why won't she show herself
What does she have to hide
She doesn't come to me
But, she summons me outside
There must be some reason
Why she comes to my place
But tonight is the night
We meet face to face
It's time to find out
What she wants with me
It's time to discover
What she doesn't want me to see
So I venture off into
The woods behind my house
Determined to end
This game of cat and mouse
Deeper I searched
Observing each shadow
One of them had to be her
But how would I know
She's got to be nearby
I don't have any doubt
There's nothing more I could do
So I called out
Please show yourself
This is going to far
Why are you hiding
Show me who you are
The shadows converged
And started to swirl
Manifesting into
A gorgeous girl
I couldn't believe what I was seeing
This has to be one of my dreams
But I was wide awake
As crazy as it seems
You're so beautiful I said
I thought you would be a horror
Tell me why you haven't
Shown yourself before
She smiled at me
And took a deep breath
I belong to the shadows
I am born from death
Your moon is my sun
Your dreams are my reality
We could only be together
Through your fatality
But you say you see my beauty
And I see yours as well
I couldn't ask you to submit
To the toll of death's bell
Never have I seen more kindness
In one person's heart
You remain compassionate
In a world that's falling apart
Every time I see you
I shed a tear
I want you in my world
But you're needed here
I couldn't believe it
As I looked into her eyes
But her words were true
She didn't tell any lies
But you know I live
Here on my own
Every single night
I sleep alone
I'm willing to forfeit
This existence I call life
I would end it now
With the injection of a knife
I try to be kind
But the world is my enemy
I give all I've got
And it gives me misery
She smiled and said
That kindness brought me to you
As much as I want you
Your time isn't through
I promise you this
There will come a day
When we will be together
And we will get away
Until that day comes
Remain who you are
Although we're worlds apart
I'll never be too far
Her black wings engulfed me
Encasing me tight
She kissed my lips then whispered
My sweet love, good night
As I woke up to the dawn
In my hand was a dark feather
A symbol of her promise
That we will one day be together
Aug 1, 2017
Aug 1, 2017 at 10:24 AM UTC
Civilized people are cantankerously
Fighting, as if they are drawn
Into a macabre of horror
The Damascus or Aleppo is now dousing
The wild fire flung by the mad king
Gutted them from hospital bed to dinning drink
Moscow mutters its usual promises
Of the remedies to halt the sting
It is little wonder that the east is blank
When dragon flew from the west
Gurgling the blaze from its bulletproof vest
Some in the east have not even seen wild fire
In their harem, new anguishes wrung
For blousing the orifice of their blood bank
Abbottabad, which once fatigued the debris
Has been dishonored with the myth of Grand Prix
Contested between sleek Bugatti Veyron and Lamborghini
Unhappy lands are now divided between
The empires that can cease the territory
Orchestrating tussle between predators and prey
People are terrorized as their
Defenses are badly breached
Meanwhile, Mad king reigns supreme
Dreaming of a New world order
Where monsters fighting monsters are legalized
To an extent where humanity is
Decomposed into an atomic device
This continent is now like a vessel
Lost in the storm by its own undoing
The goal for its citizen is to survive
As the mad king is ready to jab in the boxing ring
To flatten you in front of your offspring
Far East is wedded between the cow horns
And the lavishness of dark ****
Or some say, between the missiles of the north
And the giant Eagle which is hovering back and forth
In a tormented and scourged peninsula burnt in wrath
The route all they have chosen
Will only welcome wrangling dispute
Among the priests, lords and cash kings
To wield their tantrum whether Solomon’s IQ
Was fluke in the Daniel’s Court of lucky ******
Even, when the apparitions from the land of unseen yield
To the higher hierarchy who are pulling the strings
There must be a new world order is on the offing
Sacrifices have been made, a dictum has been uttered
The chained armies are to be liberated, barriers are to be broken
The topography of this earth will be dashed in the lashing wild fire.
Jul 24, 2017
Jul 24, 2017 at 2:05 PM UTC
Inadequacies
The self inflicted gunshot wounds
From holstered weapons going off
When you least expect it
Sometimes in the foot
Usually in the heart
Incurring maximum damage
Precisely at the most inopportune
Moments, made possible by
Years of unconscious conditioning
Loading the chamber with
Hollow points of self worth
From the hip rapid fire assumptions
Sudden onset Alzheimer's headshots
And ****** marvelous notions
That actually is the worst
In the History of Bad Ideas
Some of you conceal and carry
Pistols, others tote around
Semi automatic rifles
And then there are those of us with
Gatlin Guns
Still turning the crank
As we blast our Happiness into
Smithereens straight to Hell
Jul 24, 2017
Jul 24, 2017 at 12:35 AM UTC
A bitter sky
With torn stars
And, Weeping clouds
The fleeting rays
Are flinging itself into stupor
My mind is dispersed into the
Stereo effect of autumnal zephyr
Coming from your window
Infuriated, like a drunkard seeing double
I went home and closed my door
Terrified, ill and chilled to the bone
My spirit feverish and troubled
Wounded by mystery and absurdity
In vain my reason tried
To take the helm
The tempest played with it
Foiled all its efforts.....
My soul tossed, tossed
Like funeral dusts scattering
Around from pyre to confront the Mass
On a monstrous, shore less sea!!
Jul 22, 2017
Jul 22, 2017 at 11:43 AM UTC
The universe has a way of tossing us into the winds of time
And whirling us about like fallen leaves on invisible currents.
We like to believe that we control our own destiny
And chase our fate, sealing it with decisions we make
The world batters us relentlessly with change
And circumstance, but sometimes I wonder.
I wonder why some of us settle down in treacherous places,
Teetering dangerously on a precipice at the edge of the sea,
Waiting for the slightest breeze to send us tumbling
To the breaking point, while others rest comfortably
Nestled amidst the protective roots of blossoming fruit trees.
Only destiny determines why the loneliest souls
Shine so brightly at night. And why once in a thousand lifetimes
Two are chosen to collide in beautiful catastrophe like shooting stars
And to passion that glows in the night with the light of love.
Jul 20, 2017
Jul 20, 2017 at 11:09 AM UTC
Pen hovers above paper
Breathless with anticipation
Eying the surface
The smooth, sleek lines
Longing to trace delicate patterns
Eager to leave its mark
To become immortal
Upon the flesh beneath its gaze
And yet it trembles with trepidation
What if the strokes fail to please
Felt too hard
Too gentle
Or too deep!
Overwrought, it lacks the requisite finesse
To achieve the warmth of blood bubble
Under the skin or on the finger tips
As it lowers itself cautiously
For the merging and sculpting
And gifts its ink.
Jul 20, 2017
Jul 20, 2017 at 10:32 AM UTC