has been reduced to a mere
facebook status, a tweet, or
a battle of  likes and followers
crumbling, succumbing to
the pressure of creating

something

Theodor and Max would be sad
mad about how i treat my self and
my Art, as industry and enterprise
would use me as a commodity and

the object of Art is objectified

1.माय जिगाब होन्ना बुंब्ला
फिथाइ गास्रि जानाय माय बिफांखौ बुजियो
2. माय जिगाबखौ जोँ गोदानै मोनो
गोजां बोथोर समहालागै
3. माय जिगाबखौ जोँ गोबां खामानियाव बाहायनो हागौ
मख'जायो थारुन गायनाय
हायजेँ गायनाय
आलु गायनाय आरो गोबां खामानियाव
5. माय जिगाबखौ जोँ
मायहुं हुंना दोन्नानै
गोबां समसिम मोसौनि थाखाय आदार हिसाबै लाखिनो हागौ
6. गोजां बोथोराव जोँ जिगाबाव दुंबुर उन्दुनो हागौ
7. गोदोनि समाव जिगाबजोँ बुन्था सानानै
थाम्फै अरनायनिफ्राय रैखा मोननो हागौमोन।

जेखाय आरो खबाया बर'फोरनि जरासे आयजेँ
बर'फोरा बेखौ औवाजोँ बानायो
जेखाया खुगा गुवार महरनि
आरो लानजाइ बादि देन्था गोनां
बे देन्थायावनो आखायखौ हमगोन
ना गुरनाय समाव जेखायजोँ लोगोसे
दिरुं दोँसे थाफायो
ना गुरनायाव बर' आयजोफोरा
जेखायजोँ लोगोआव लाफायो खबाय
बिसोर ना गुरनाय समाव
गावसोरनि जानजियाव खाना लायो
आरो जेखायजोँ ना हायखांना मोन्नायखौ
खबायाव सोना लायो
जोङो जेखाय होनना बुंब्ला
खबायनि मुंखौनो थाब गोसो खांफायो
अदेबानि बेयो थारदि
जेखायनि मुंखौल' गोसोखांनानै
खबायखौ गोसो खाङा लाबानो थानो हाया
बर'फोरहा जेसेबां संसार जानायाव
मुंख'नो गोनां आयजेँफोर दं
बैफोरनि गेजेराव जेखाय आरो खबायनि मुंआबो मख' गोनां
आथिखालाव जेखाय खबायजोँ ना गुरनाया
खम जालांबाय
जानो हागौ बिनि जाहोना
1. होँगो-दोँगो नानि अनजिमाया सेंलांनाय
2. दैमा-दैसानि दैया मेसेँआव थाब थाब रानलांनाय
3. गोबां नाखौ खेबसेनो मोन्नो हास्थायना मुलि होनाय
4. इलेकट्रिक मोब्लिबनि गेजेरजोँ ना हमनाय
5. सोदोमस्रि गुस्लायनाय लोगो लोगोनो
बर' हिनजावफोरनि गोरबोआव लाजिनाय फैबाय
मानोना ना गुरग्रा मानसिखौ आथिखालाव गोरिब थाखोआव दोननो लुबैयो

दिनै बर'फोरा हारिमुनि आयजेँ महरै
मोसानाय एबा मेलाफोराव
जेखाय आरो खबायखौ दिन्थियो
मानोना बर'फोरा गावनि असे सोदोमस्रि हारिमु दं।
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She dropped out today.

Out of school, village housing, and our lives

and Mickey Mouse sat
on the edge of his bed,
a controller in his gloved hands.

They are swollen under there,
a gangrenous trap of envy and greed
and she saw those hands with the gloves off,
and as they slid down her face
I heard funeral bells from across campus
because she's gone now and there are too any girls like her
girls the school refused to help
because god forbid they help
if the **** rate on campus might go up
and Don't call it is what it is, Christine
There's nothing to be done, Kara
Just take it easy, he was just playing around
and we don't know what intentions she had with him anyway

Well it's good for them.
They don't have to deal with it anymore.

She dropped out today.

Out of school, village housing,
   the side of the world, the cracks of the law,
           the sound of clapping hands, grinning faces,
                  the coffee house music hour, the soaked sheets at the edges of  time
                                                       and out of our lives

With a Jewish religion and a German Queen,
Who has a clue where the Brits have been?
Mum’s clan were Huguenots,
Dad’s maybe Welsh.
Lots of Africans in our football teams.

Keep out those immigrants many do say,
Even those whose parents came from Bombay.
We’ve lots of patriots from Pakistan:
The younger generation, Brits to a man.

But some are Radicals I hear you say,
We should be sending them on their way,
Back to Asia where they belong,
To the tunes of a UKIP song.

So what is “British” we must ask,
For this is not an easy task.
Justice and Democracy I hear you shout,
Tiny islands with some clout.

Shakespeare, Beatles, Rugby Lions,
Churchill clapping foes in irons.
Let’s be glad that we are free
And settle down to a cuppa tea.
Paul Butters

Seven lyre birds sang each in turn a tune
doing their tonal best to hone
the reproductive skills akin to a master
in the art of Japanese calligraphy
but all failed distracted by the majesty
of a high-definition sunset on playback in perpetuity.

They said Keith couldn't *** without a finger up his ***,
they said Ruth was a **** for not sleeping with her man.
They said George was a woman because he couldn't grow a beard,
they said Molly was autistic, because she was a little bit weird.

They said Mr. Winchester was a ******* because he wore an overcoat,
they said Ms. Wheeler as a witch, and once sacrificed a goat.
They said Mr. Winter was so fat, he was more or less bulletproof,
they said Ms. Walker was not attractive, but if it came to it:
she'd have to do.

They said Lucinda was thin because she chose not to eat,
sitting by the bathroom doors in the lunchtime canteen.
They said Leonard was a ****** with his long, blonde hair,
they said Luke was a downy because of his vacant stare.

They said Mr. Fresco was a drinker who beat his wife at home,
they said Ms. Finkel was a *******, seen standing out in the cold.
They said an awful lot of things that decayed away over time,
but it takes a strength to train the mind

to not trod the tracks of a lifetime past,
to keep yourself to who you are,
not those ancient words,
nor those faded scars.

I don't think it's right that I get uncomfortable with the thought of meeting a man because of what I fear is expected of me. Even more so the fact that more often than not, I am right, and I have to pry myself away from their wandering hands and expectant lips. They always try for more, even after being told no. They make lame *** excuses to touch my ***. Because in our culture, no doesn't mean stop, it means not yet.

No means no, and I don't want to hear about how they feel they are being made to be the villain. I don't want to fear the implications of standing up for myself, if they get upset or overly defensive. I shouldn't have to justify my choice to keep my clothing on. This is not me playing hard to get, I just want them to respect the boundaries that I have placed.

I've never been overtly ******, I've never been the type to go further than a kiss on the first date. Netflix and chill, means popcorn and cuddling, not hands flying under blankets. For me, no means no. It doesn't mean not yet, it doesn't mean that with a few more drinks I'll be good to go.

It shouldn't be this way, women shouldn't have to defend the meaning of no. There shouldn't be the fear of expectations. We shouldn't have to worry about how a man will react when we ask for respect.