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 Jul 2012 Samir
SweetCindy
If we can't talk to strangers,
How does popularity start?
10w
 Jul 2012 Samir
Odi
Die Alone
 Jul 2012 Samir
Odi
You didnt see it coming,
The way the cold freezes to the bone,
Like a chilly fog in winter,
Seizing all that you have known.

You didnt see it coming,
No, how could you have known?
That this lonliness would settle?
And simply refuse to go?

And now it makes you shudder,
Makes you shiver all around,
Because no amount of heat,
Could bring back what was found.

There are many things I envied,
You seemed like such a spoiled brat,
But the way your eyes glazed over,
Well, I never envied that.

And now its frozen,
Cold and hard like a stone,
No, nothing can melt it,
I guess you'll have to die alone.
Nothing is eternal.
Only that which dwells
outside the realm of reason
is forever eternal.

No, it isn't "God"
but it is what it is
that is so often misinterpreted
by so many as "God".
""God" is just another thing we've created
to try to make the unfathomable
fathomable.

So is Tao. So is Brahman. So is Allah. So is YHWH/Yahweh.

These are just constructs for our limited perceptions and ignorance; for our need for words.

Because nothing is eternal,
everything is sacred.
Divine.
Holy.
Transient and shifting.

Not in a dogma sort of way, for that diminishes the possibilities.
More of a dynamic spiritualism kind of way.
Forever changing, recycling, pulling and pushing.
Like water, or good music.

There is peace in this existence.
You've just gotta learn to allow it to embrace you.

The more you deny, the less you experience.
God is a concept.
The same sort of concept as the Tao.
A name for the nameless. The origin. The ineffable, unfathomable, numinous-ness of our reality.
Also, I notice that if one writes about "God", suddenly everyone has something to say.
 Jul 2012 Samir
Odi
Ugh
 Jul 2012 Samir
Odi
Ugh
I stood stoic as they reeled your cold body in
It was only when I saw that your hair was still wet from your last shower
that I broke down
The coroner said he couldn't get your eyes to close
I said neither could I
Not even when we kissed
The ligature marks around your neck looked
like patterns that danced across your grandmothers hall
as we lay there arm in arm
Your laughter echoed off the walls
you told me how you wanted to be so small
and stare at the ceiling all day
that when you were a child you would fall asleep under your bed look at the marks the wood made
how if you stared long enough
some marks were even faces
or partial eyes
you said that you would never give up on me
well where the **** are you now?
Those covers echoed with the reality of our secrets
weighed down by our burdens
so take your knotted rope
for even in death
you look choked
here we are the same old story
me arguing with the dead
but we both know you visit me
in my dreams with open eyes you never get to sleep any-more
or breathe

I was angry at your blue body
for staring at me open eyed
with the same eyes that told me there was
magic
in life
You are a lie.
such a ******* lie.
i dont even know
 Jul 2012 Samir
Shashank Virkud
Nothing about it
makes any sense,
the way she puts me
on the fence.


Arbitrary grading

masquerading beneath
the facade of a rubric,

it's *******
and I'll prove it.
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