#cento
The 'gyre' hints arrival-
Twenty centuries making room
For a new epoch,
I’m a modern bird now,
I may sound haphazard, troublesome, and brooding
unimportant topic for hours,
It's up to you to lend ear or not;
I was a winged rooster confined to land only,
Now I’ve become a 'hawk', with knowledge of flight
perhaps power too,
Seeing the world from far above
Envisioned me a seer sight;
I see the world functioning; the lowliest on top,
the best in daze, and mediocre relishing mediocrity,
One or two good men wasting
life in poetry which none cares.
Oblivious armed men guard the periphery;
White termites gnaw the door at the Centre.
At this height, all seem different,
I can’t relate with my earlier self;
My knowledge seems nothing but
a frail sound in a vacuum.
When I became 'conscious'-
My dreams stopped being dreams—
My thoughts were invaded daily—
Life evolved in million years—
'God is dead', the universe all naked.
We’re the supreme, the Satan both;
Busy in triumphing Desires.
Converging all— blazed my beliefs.
We’ve progressed too much, portends
trembling of the earth
And smoke eclipsing the sun.
'Death I breathe',
War looms again,
Life is traded in forfeited currency.
I see the world functioning,
I know one or two tricks too to cheat,
To assault, to **** to loot.
I can foresee the end—
Its good to die starving then
Fly in the proximity of land.
May 5, 2019
May 5, 2019 at 5:52 PM UTC
My baby is a headfuck
Is someone getting the best of you?
I tried so hard and got so far
And now the end is near
Turn around bright eyes
It’s time to say goodbye
I want to break free
It’s my life, it’s now or never
Take me, anywhere, far away, from here
Made a wrong turn once or twice
I’m hanging by a moment
There’s still tomorrow, hold on, hold on
With a rebel yell
Like a champagne supernova in the sky
It’s time to try defying gravity
And you can tell everybody
I’m moving on up
And you’re gonna hear me roar
I’m free as a bird
I believe in a thing called love
And I’m feeling good
Apr 27, 2019
Apr 27, 2019 at 5:38 PM UTC
It makes my flesh crawl to hear you
Yesterday, you know.
He should’ve been at the funeral
Friends and relatives of the missing gathered
Like a flame made weak by lies.
The good news was pounced upon and passed on
It couldn’t be a coincidence
The man's head had been sawed open
You didn’t close the door.
You let them in.
You killed him.
Nov 23, 2018
Nov 23, 2018 at 11:27 PM UTC
I went to the river last night
Dreamed of being a river and sleeping like a river
You searched for a **** who was like a river
Along the East River and the Bronx
Just as you feel when you look on the river and sky, so I felt,
River! that in silence windest
On its way to a rendezvous with some river
Jan 14, 2016
Jan 14, 2016 at 2:34 AM UTC
The possibility of free declamation anchored
And lucid, inescapable rhythms
Do have meaning. They're strong as rocks
In the deep-toned Aeolian mode
For the listener, who listens in the snow,
A Poet could not but be gay,
The Impotence to Tell –
Still makes a poem a surprise!
Jan 9, 2016
Jan 9, 2016 at 10:54 PM UTC
The fundamental things apply
Or that proud Aragon bent low his head,
is Achilles possible side by
side with powder and lead?
Dec 23, 2015
Dec 23, 2015 at 11:53 PM UTC
We met at the bar and I formed a new band
With their feet full of tar and their head full of sand
Yes, I got a desert in my toenails,
Look on my works, ye mighty, and despair!
Dec 23, 2015
Dec 23, 2015 at 11:40 PM UTC
"Unlock my heart with a sonnet-key?"1
The Rose Is Obsolete,
But,2 her perfect feet,3
A poem should not mean / But be4
An axe to break the frozen sea
within us.5
Dec 6, 2015
Dec 6, 2015 at 4:38 PM UTC
I've always enjoyed thinking about the reasoning of our existence
Man was made in God's image
Then came woman to comfort man
Which u did by the way. Thank you
If eve never ate the Apple, man would have been immortal
So most men blame women for not making us live forever
But she did anyway
It made God decide a place in the heavens for us
So in a way, even the first woman knew exactly what she was doing
She did an exceptional job
Jan 6, 2015
Jan 6, 2015 at 5:46 AM UTC
A door in the mind blows open -
It floods with grey matter
And hot stares.
Ashes of darkness
Coupled with
Tears of growth
This is incomparable.
Roller-coaster rides
And unrecognisable mirrors;
We've steeped into a portal of surrealism:
With sins and judgement calls that question
The very essence of our hearts.
I really do not want to grow up.
I'm a pair of pigtails who can't
Climb up a step.
Push me, push me, but I can't reach.
When I feel my faith restored
In the overlap
Of green scenes and dental dexterity -
I can only think of one line to combust me:
"He's just being nice."
Dec 7, 2014
Dec 7, 2014 at 5:33 AM UTC
"No, just stop. No, just stop. No, just stop."
How long did I live like that?
"I'm out of money."
"Most people would **** for that score."
This is for the other woman.
You enjoy breathing,
beauty and truth.
We do live in a place where the rain hits the windows.
I'll be there.
The future is on the next page.
It's so loud in there right now.
He looks ancient.
Getting what you want destroys you.
Oct 2, 2014
Oct 2, 2014 at 7:51 AM UTC
Row words through the riverous air -
The poison in your papers
Pituitary glands in the sun -
Solar sweat
The ripping in your repetition;
The cracking in your cranium.
May 1, 2014
May 1, 2014 at 7:17 AM UTC