My soul divulged upon your page,
inked in tangible measure.
a hundred years before my name was uttered,
days before it was tied to another.

Your first lesson, my foolish little dove,
is that you must bow. Yes, let your body fall.
Fall harder than a stone. Splash into carpet below.
Why must you bow? What reason could there be?
An interesting thought, my foolish little cherub.
Why should you bow? Why should you kneel?
Why belittle yourself beneath my shadow?
I am no warrior, I have slain no dragons, I have not
sieged any kingdoms, nor have I bested a stronger man.
I am not a man of great intellect, I am no wordsmith,
nor a poet, scientist, astronomer or explorer.
I am no king, nor a lord, emperor or sovereign,
my wealth is scarce, and my charm is weak.
Still, you must bow. Why must you bow,
my foolish little firefly? Because I am better.
In every way, shape and form.

KNOW your fate
Don’t just ******* talk about it or think about it
Let the sucrose of the idea of that fate percolate your mind, know it and all of its idiosyncrasies, and then accept it and follow it
Hound it down and hunt it until you shoot it in the back of its **** head with a Tommy gun
Then grab that ******* by its hind lags, drag it down that dusty road and throw its *** into the arena
Hurtle it over all those wooden barricades and watch it convulse as his back strikes the dirt ground
Then stand over him with your spear
(you don’t know where the hell this spear came from, it spontaneously materialized in your hand, but its ******* fitting so you go with it)
and bellow “Holy, Holy everything!!! Victory is in my back pocket and all the dues in my wallet.”
The crowd in the ancient stadium cheers
You swing your red cape behind your shoulders
(this red cape is also a recent “randomly materialized” sartorial addition)
and grab a magnolia and bite down on it its succulent stem
Oh my, do you taste that?
How does it first settle on your tongue?
Does it fizzle like pop rocks?
Does it glide like milk?
Toe scrunching sweetness
How does it taste when it inundates your throat?
When it spreads in your chest and settles at the bottom of YOU?
Your fate
The stem
The spit
Your head

Today, today
you suffered loses
life and death
a strange promise,
The Devil's disciples
we must be,
day by day
pulling the trigger,
More than enough
young men in vain
have to die,
This must be Hell's Anniversary

kick anything you want,
a can, a rock, or maybe your heart
it's too late to be part of a rainbow,
i guess you just gotta do your best
then let that one go
that one who stole your self,
your worth, and your pride
that one who gave you the world
and nothing at the same time
that one whose presence is a feast
for everyone's eyes,
that one whose voice swells like it's
a Sunday morning slowing down time

a tandem forgotten in space

Just like you
I need some space
And some time
To think things over
Because life
Is never about
Sugar drops
And candy cane kisses
It’s about the cavities
You get in your wisdom teeth
Afterward.

What can I say?

You take my breath away
Every night and day.

I wouldn’t want you any
Other way no matter how cliché.

I’ll do anything you say
Just as long as you stay
And don’t betray.

No matter what they say
About me falling prey,
They will never be this gay.

I swear in every way
That no day
Shall I stray.

So what do ya’ say?

Meet me halfway
On that May day
And throw that bouquet.

Don’t delay.
Lets take that one-way today
Cause I wouldn’t want you any other way.

పుట్టించాక  ప్రశ్నించలేము  మరణించాక  అడగలేము  జన్మకు  కారణం .
ఈ  రెండిటి  మధ్యే  తెలుసుకోవాలి  జీవనం .
కర్మలకు  కారణభూతం  మనమే .
మరుజన్మకు  మూలం  పూర్వపు  కర్మలులే .
మంచి  చెడుల  సామూహికమే  నీ   జీవన  చిత్తము .
వెలుగే  సూర్యుడు  కూడా  గ్రహణం  పడతాడే .
ఎగసే అలలైన  కిందే  పడతాయే .
నీ  పాత్రే  ముగిసిందా  మరుజన్మే  ప్రారంభములే .
ఆత్మే  పరమాత్మలో  చేరేలా  ప్రయత్నమే  నీ  చేతిలో .
అది  నిన్నే  నువ్వు  మార్చుకునేల  ఉండే  ఓ  బ్రహ్మరధం .