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I said
It is going to be a beautiful day

You said
But the clouds will be turning grey

I said
All around us, I feel the peace

You said
Wars will never cease

I said
I feel the love in my heart

You said
The mind is ripped apart

I said
We can be happy being together

You said
The sorrow just goes on forever

I said
I know that I can be free

You said
Good or bad, you are still me
copyright Chris Smith 2010
Shade Pines  Mental Vacillty.

The room was packed the press ravenous  waitting for the return of the madman of the place in which we cannot speak of.

How could it be were the rumour's true shock treatments torture had Gonzo finally sliped over the deep end?
The press was dead silent as he was walked into the room
but the man in front of them looked nothing like the man they once knew  no wild turkey in front of him no sunglasses even worse no bloodshot eye's

The person that we cannot speak of spoke in the high almost like a cross between Brittney spears and Borat  accent.
To which the press all laughed yet the person that we could not speak of did not get the joke as usal.
Cause he was a word we cannot say.

I pressent to you my friends the new and improved Gonzo.
Now I shall let the man himself speak.
The man who resembled gonzo drooled slightly leaned into the mic
Hello im Gonzo.

And after a bit of a awkward  pause like when a alter boy cuts a **** they realized that was pretty much it for his deep speech.
The press astounded finally came to life like a seventy year old man who found a secret stash of ******.

Gonzo is this a joke ?   Gonzo wanna drink hey what about a ***** joke?
Im fine thank you im so happy to be here and be in your company
And I no longer drink well just water that is.

And may I say im so happy to be a changed man  no bad jokes from me.
Nope just good wholesome fun no ***** words well I gotta go to my bible study folks it sure was nice to talk to you all.

The press werent buying it the one female repoter stood befor the shell
of a man  and must have had a fashion mishap cause some buttons were missing from her top.

Um you sure you wanna leave?
Well miss im really sorry but I gotta be there on time there having cookies today.

And we gotta go over plans for the bakesale  and you really need to fix your top miss cause your gonna catch a cold.
The woman stunned felt as if she had spoken to a alien just what had they done to the man once known as Gonzo.

And had they really lost the madman to this bizzar strange human who now did reside in his body.
Was it the end of ******* and wild turkey?
Would Sanity set in and leave things as fun a watching paint dry?

Would ***** jokes and madness be lost forever.
Tune in next week kids to read the next spine tingling chapter
in this drawn out weirdness known as the new Gonzo.
Shucks  I hope  this okay.
And you all have a great day you gotta great day for it.
And always look both ways befor crossing the street.

And dont drink and drive or have *** befor marriage.
Or say ***** words cause thats just wrong.
Well im off to play with some kittens bye everyone.

Yippie New Gonzo
Her midnight star is burning bright

Evening song, such a beautiful sight



Love embraces with gracious heart

Oceans separate these lovers apart

Venus guides them in precious harmony

Ending with their song of sweetest symphony

She knows that time can never separate them



He sends her roses that grow from the hearts stem

Each want to give one delicate and fragile kiss

Risking true happiness from a life time of  bliss
copyright Chris Smith 2010
 Nov 2010 Flower Scent
Shashi
I saw the old man at the Holy Ghat
Long time back, but
He still continues to follow
Me and my thoughts
Incite me to dig deeper
On life
On death
On the path that he has lost.

He does not know
I am handicapped too
By pain, loss and loneliness
Life to be, has become
A colorless phase
Slowly passing by, grain by grain
Like the sand, in the hour glass.

I have no clear vision
But only a blind spot of living
Even dreams are marred
By imposter Hopes
Playing kaleidoscope of light
At the end of life’s tunnel

Why there is a light,
only at the end
Which never ends, Alive
In the end
And we blindly live, on and on

Yet I keep walking, on and on
Dripping past Karma
In drops of sweat, tear and duty
Believing, drop by drop
I am loosing it all

The life’s been so long and slow
The old man caught up
Holding my hand,
Talking
Knowing
Feeling
That I am lost too
In the maze of life

Dust claims dust
We will die too
Karmic baggage still
All intact and packed
Another journey
Another tunnel’s end
_____
ॐ नमः शिवाय
Om Namah Shivaya
@Shashi 5th Nov, 2010
I wrote this one for one of the most vibrant groups of online poets I have found "One Stop Poetry" when they featured me in their "One Stop Poetry Spotlight".
http://oneshotpoetry.blogspot.com/2010/11/one-stop-poetry-spotlight-shashidhar.html
Please have a look here of my interview where I have talked how I have started write and Karma Yoga etc...and some selected verses they have chosen to reproduce there.
lovers on naked beaches
sea salt breezes
(promises
and
dreams)

who will die the "long way?"
who will live with me?
--

LITTLE MISS BURNIN FIRE?
she's gone!!

goodbye goodbye!!

PURITY OF SOUL ?
she's come!!

hello....
please stay

--

WE ARE THE WORLD GOD D--M!!

we

the world

--

on naked beaches
sea salt breezes
promises
dreams

the light is shinning

we enter
aint over
til your soul dies

aint over
til you refuse to
stop cryin

aint over

--

when we first loved
we knew
"forever"
would only
last a while

but we loved

--

say you remember
to remember

--

the long night

---

i've died 1000 times

i'm still dyin

it aint over

--

we learnt it all
aint learnable

we only love

and love
is "life"
--

s0

it aint over

til your soul dies
and you refuse
to stop cryin
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