smelling like dryer sheets, i stepped out
to a crisp fall morning.

a Southern fall doesn't start until October,
but something was rushing the chill on to us
saying "bundle up now, and cover
those goosebumps"

i haven't heard from you in a week
and i wonder if the Jewish New Year will be good
to me. i
clamber through my day, like
a child's first time at a rock wall.

at the top, i scream to come down
but they told me i had to jump,
so i didn't move

You gotta have an own to hold
Something to hold on to
The truth is great and shall prevail
When one cares whether it prevail or not

You gotta have an own to hold
It's something that you'd rather have so
Something you'd rather have so than not
So get up something to say for yourself

Get up something to say for yourself
that's the important thing
Getting up things to say for yourself
If you want to hold your own

A man is outside himself and inside himself
Cell walls breaking down and making at the same time
Cell walls going down and cell walls coming up
And forming again, reforming

Poetry, the free field of metaphorical action
Play, where you disport yourself, almost alone that is thought
Eyes find eyes, eyes stay with eyes all our lives
Play, where you disport yourself, almost alone that is thought

You gotta have an own to hold on to
Something you'd rather have so than not
So get up something to say for yourself
When one cares whether it prevail or not

Someone say
Filth, ****, dirt,
Just ask me
I'll take off my shirt.

Not a word was said ~
Above the hum of fingertips ~
His hands danced a duet ~
With her skin ~
Love made without voices ~
No hush nor whisper ~
The only noise ~ the sound of mutual desires ~
Intensely passionate love ~
They need not speak ~
Touch ~ Taste ~ Kiss ~ Skin
The only music they needed ~
And he ~
She ~
The only ones who need to hear ~

My demons get the best of me when Im alone They rest on my lungs making it.  hard to breathe when my room door opens they dissapear and go into hiding when my room door shuts  they return to remind me
     They remind of everything thats wrong in my life.

When morning comes we do not know
When day light comes melts the snow.
Melted snow becomes water in river,
River flows to ocean the water giver.
Ocean dances in lap of calm nature,
To water cycle it does nurture.
We remain in deep think,
Water to thirst does link.
Day brings bright light
We see no far night
People fly kite
Give pension
No tension
Mention
Feel
Life
See
Me
I.

© Bhargabi Dei Mahakul, 2015. All rights reserved.