Emotions-Their like small little magic tricks inside you.
Your happy one second and then bam their magic act begins.
Your all of the sudden a part of a life long act.
You don't have a choice your just the puppet to play with.
Once they turn their card your emotions are the play.
Your clown of card is playing them but never drops them for your emotions to be displaced.
But your clowns favorite cards are your sadness and pain.
Your stuck on strings being your puppet for a show.
Being paraded around like some kind of act.
But wait you are.
You are the only part of the act everyone comes to see.
They come to see which card of emotions is next and laugh when you get hurt once again.
No one cares to cut the strings to let you be free.
Cause then where would there puppet of tears be?
-Mickie Rouxe-

Feminity for me
was discovering you
when I took you for a ride
on my bajaj discover
Charming for me
was talking to you
when you would call me
and I would call you
and we would talk
till 3:00am in the morning
Love for me is you
when I get blazingly angry
almost raging like a mad bull
and you calm me down
with your patience and grace
~ avijeet musafir das

The curvature of her enthrals me, ever
Calling me to her body, so still can she
be, motionless but underneath she is as
Irrational as any one could really be.

Her mood like everything can change,
She is impercive in her vocal structure
That I ride with every word, till I fall
Off the tip of her tongue.

I crash beneath her, but she lets go, letting
Me breath resting upon her.  I love to be
With her, she surrounds me, I feel her upon
My skin and relish her touch, we are one.

there i was
worried
about coming home
to an empty space
filled with two cats
and memories i can’t erase.

i made it home
i was benzo’d out.

i did the dishes
catching myself
from the ***** soap water
repeating the things
distract and relax
that's what the crazies said

here i am, in my head
saying it too
am i crazy
or am i just living dead

so i vacuum
and say it again
i can cope,
panic doesn’t ****

does this make me crazy
that i say these things
to keep me calm
to distract and relax
my mind knowing that
**i’m all alone

Business men pick their noses in trains.
They think no one sees them but I haven't forgotten
the many hands that they shake.

Sunset...  Sun setting..
Moon rise..

No matter the time I still think of you..
Into the black and out of the blue..
I ride alone through and true..

I fade into the night..
And remember your light..
I ride on through..
The darkness true..

I miss your arms around me..
I miss feeling you breathe..
I ride on through..
Forever without you..

Sunrise..  Sun rising..
Moon hides..

My mind is a ferries wheel,
It goes around & around,
Can you hear the creaking.

The carriages so many
Pretty colours, scratched
Thoughts. Broken carriages,
each one that stops, damaged
Contemplation of a mind torn.

My mind is a Ferris wheel
It has broken parts, it creaks
With every thought. Its a
Crumbling, dilapidated ride.

Which one will be the last
Carriage that carries my
broken thought, before it
Ceases. And this broken
Ride no longer dreams.

Kissing the ground home
Writing haikus in the air
Long plane rides are done.