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

"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!

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."

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.

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

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.

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