Mek and the Infinite Madness: Favorites

Mar 2013 Mek and the Infinite Madness

Blizzard (10w)

Mar 2013 Mek and the Infinite Madness

MasikaniCrocodile

Blizzard (10w)

we tend to cry
for those who
die young;

why?

because life is yet a miracle, is why

Mar 2013 Mek and the Infinite Madness

Retreat

Mar 2013 Mek and the Infinite Madness

Patricia Drake

Retreat

They are marching
Stomping their feet to the beat
Of a mechanical heart
Trudging a bloodless road
Away from the trenches
The silent attacks on repeat
Ripping and tearing apart
A system on massive overload

They are marching
They're making a quiet retreat
To fall back and make a new start
On the other side of the road

Mar 2013 Mek and the Infinite Madness

Cold Hands

Mar 2013 Mek and the Infinite Madness

Patricia Drake

Cold Hands

But those hands are cold
despite the glowing heat
from the proximal heart
next to them
and the comfort
of tangible happiness.
Extemities are irrelevant
until quakes
threaten the calm
and demand
immediate changes
and rescue response
Still, the body is quiet and warm...

Mar 2013 Mek and the Infinite Madness

Catnap

Mar 2013 Mek and the Infinite Madness

st64

Catnap

Just woke up now
My eyes still puffy
Can't believe this lovely dream
I had of being with you.

I dreamt I took a plane to you
And stole into your house
Crept around in search of you
But heard voices, hid beneath a bed!

Then some granny came into that room
Shuffling in and mumbling low
She lay down on that bed and tried
To wrestle comfort from sagging mattress.

Her nagging complaints drew them all
While I froze in fear, yet so alive
I shut my eyes and waited bated breath
While they tended to the dame.

Then you leaned down and saw me there
I turned, you looked right into frighted deer eyes
You ensconced the granny to another room
All left the room, turned out the lights.

Then fifty minutes later, when all asleep
I felt you pulling out me
All stiff by now, we rubbed a bit abed
And settled into shy embrace.

You kissed my eyes by sullen moon
Raking crescent fingernails over me
Barely hold the delight; no more
Dazzling slivers of light dance in your eyes.

But with time not on our side
We subtly reach that exquisite point
Where I hover twixt your crux
I wait and wait, then gently ****** ....

I yearn for you to move with me, oh!
And when you do, you writhe and twist
Then delicious thrills outwit in surprising bend
As you . . .

(.......)

(Daddy, daddy, please I want some ice-cream!)

Ohhhhh, crap!
This sure is one bedazzled catnap I did not want hijacked.

Star Toucher, 09 March 2013

Based on an actual dream, which is true
Except for the parts which are not! :)

Mar 2013 Mek and the Infinite Madness

The Diner

Mar 2013 Mek and the Infinite Madness

Harry J Baxter

The Diner

There's this small diner
across the street from my apartment
a small segment of culture
suspended outside of time
they serve good coffee there
by the ***
and they serve cheap breakfast food
which is greasy enough
to absorb even the sharpest of hangovers
I was in there
the other morning
sitting at the bar
spending my last spare change
on that old diner coffee
and the people around,
the beautiful strangers
they talked and laughed or read from paper backs,
the man next to me at the bar
ordered a Budweiser in a glass
at ten in the morning
and you just don't see that as much anymore,
the waitresses had a strut about them
like they were straight out of an old New York movie
and the cooks in the back could be heard
laughing rambunctiously over the sounds of the kitchen,
it's a small diner
suspended outside of time
and it is a place you could get lost in
a place you don't want to ever leave

Mar 2013 Mek and the Infinite Madness

About Me

Mar 2013 Mek and the Infinite Madness

Alex Bautista

About Me

You see a guy like me
Will enjoy weather like this,
I will smile and see
And have a face filled with bliss

Music is my reality
All means much to I,
In fact its more peacefully
Than bells beggining to chime

When I think of this girl
I would imagine her in front of me,
Bright and shiny as a pearl,
And us smilling at eachother like a couple of dweebs

So much joy
Yet so much pain,
I'm just a young boy
That has a lot more to gain

Mar 2013 Mek and the Infinite Madness

the white barked forest

Mar 2013 Mek and the Infinite Madness

Raja

the white barked forest

At one time, I walked with you through white barked forests.
and hand in hand I found
that a quiet stillness held my breath
in my chest.
a calm quiet. a sacred quiet.

The leaves upon the trees
were shifting and shimmering a
turquoise blue and green liquid-ocean canopy, such that reaching out
I held such beauty.

Fingertips, caressing smooth, white bark, and then a
shudder-shiver as the leaves revealed themselves a twittering cacophony, which
in a single breath out, took flight with brush of wing.

And some words spoken softly, knowingly,
at a kitchen table in a home bereft of embraces,
held such a beauty that all other truths had been forcibly forgotten—
for beauty, in itself, is a truth.

And now in an empty room
of windows,
a chair sits at a kitchen table facing a white barked forest.
The linoleum floor is barely worn—a thick residue coats
chilled air.

No patter of feet across this floor, no laughter, no tears.
And in an empty room of windows, one pane is fogged
Facing,
   the white
          barked
   forest

Mar 2013 Mek and the Infinite Madness

moon dreamings

Mar 2013 Mek and the Infinite Madness

Raja

moon dreamings

Sickening slime of men—who are you who hath cast the first stone?
Samson and Delilah—Did I ask that you cut your hair?
Nay, I asked for the briefest of moments that two held together
Against their breast, shared between twin ribcages and
Softly sleeping slumbering, tucked between the covers.
‘twere as if the man had left the moon and she
With her soul song’s sobbing, took up against the rising darkness
Wielding a terrible light in hand.
As now, I am.

A great darkness this is, that she finds herself in.
And doubling doubts of mischief calling, the sun
Makes known his truest searchings—for that fair woman
Whom the night doth embrace in a starlit cloak of exorbitant splendor.
But coquettishly she shies away—for the sun shall never be the moon--
And the rays of light are all too revealing of the crevices and craters
That pick their ways across her surface like clouds peppering a perfect
Sunset.

Mar 2013 Mek and the Infinite Madness

Wol

Mar 2013 Mek and the Infinite Madness

MasikaniCrocodile

Wol

A baby sea turtle in my hands:
the outer islanders call him Wol,
he will be a nomad, if anyone will.
What will the world look like to him?
Will he dream of killer whales,
those Swiss Cake Rolls of the sea?
Of winning the three hearts
of an octopus?
See what the turtle sees,
and rejoice.

The sea turtle, like the human, cries saltwater
and the tears cover two-thirds of the earth.
He risks pirate ship, cigarette boat, Chinese net.
He mistakes bait for food. (Who doesn’t?)
But he can swim away from; swim towards:
India, Mombasa, New Zealand, Ulithi.
The world's a turtle’s home,
why is anyone a nomad if not for this?
See what the turtle sees
and rejoice, carrying only
the markings on your shell.

A jungle.
A shack.
Half a moon.
Islands sprinkled like tiny green beads
across the Water of the Sky.
A first tattoo—seven little turtles--
and it hurts in a good way
like the world does.
Dear Creator
keep me from evil
keep my life
keep my going out and my coming in

Meratag forever

Mar 2013 Mek and the Infinite Madness

Silhouette

Mar 2013 Mek and the Infinite Madness

st64

Silhouette

I thought I sensed a whiff of former life
Through the tingling of my fingertips
Through the tingling of my fingertips.

                    Admiring the silhouette of your posture
                    Letting my eyes linger on your face
                    Letting my mind drift to your words.

I feel the breeze calling me to greater heights
That my eyes really cannot see
That my ears really cannot hear.

                    I see the leaves waving me good-bye
                    To the life that I do not live
                    To the moments oh, that I let go.

Chorus:
Slowly falls the sombre light when the sun offers
Its adieu to this side of humanity.
And I dare wait no longer
No, I dare waste no longer
I dare wait no longer!
To live...to live....to live.....oh, to live.....

I hear the cadence of arpeggiated chords
Being played on a guitar
Letting it lift me so far away.

                    And I realise I'd rather be the fool
                    Who dabbles in amusing tales
                    Than the sage who pretends.

I feel the magic being born when you're around
You're weaving butterflies of love
Carrying my silhouette away.

                    I touch the candles placed within my heart
                    You're the one lighting up my core
                    And my wings will not melt away.....

Star Toucher, 08 March 2013

(Inspired by the ephemeral nature of Life and trying to appreciate every exquisite moment.... unjadedly :)