#g
~for Malcolm Gladwin, who wrote me that:
“I write that what I know and know not what I write and in this I find the nothing !”~
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struck down instantly
yet again,
by the less than strange
realization that oft when we search
for the substantiation
that validates our individual
existence
we are courting and coursing
into the realm of nothingness,
our predecessor state,
origin of the matériels
from which we came
my child’s memory~mind,
reminds/me\recalls human existence,
per ye a child’s first bible stories,*
into the mysteries of the inexplicable,
we humans were in time and space
from nought,
were created
a syllabic component contraction of no and thought, like
no-thing
So take I, my head off,
And tip it to Malcolm,
For he helped me to realize
In my voyage of self realization,
The start and the end
Are often the same
And what’s in between
Is Our struggling
To keep a hold of both,
“In the beginning,-
&
“In the end”
Each beginning and ending
and that stuff we call living
come’s between,
a way station
to the other destination.
nml 5/10/20. 26 in the early morning 17 hrs ago. f i n i
May 10
May 10, 2026 at 10:15 AM UTC
Movement II — Requiem of the Flesh and Flame
Here, the body becomes an instrument:
trembling cello ribs, heart a double-kick drum,
veins humming like electric bowstrings.
Desire rises in drop-D gravity,
a hymn of flesh pulled taut
between fevered eclipse and holy ruin.
Where Skin Learns the Language of Fire
This is the realm
where the body takes the role of instrument—
flesh singing in vibrato,
veins humming like cello strings
pulled too tight beneath comet-light.
Here, desire is not tender.
It is seismic—
a tectonic drumline trembling
through bone cathedrals
and moon-kissed cartilage.
Here, touch becomes a liturgy.
Heat becomes a prophecy.
Every exhale is a spark
searching for a fuse.
The cosmos itself leans closer
when two bodies dare to harmonize—
because starlight has always envied
the way humans learn to burn.
Enter gently.
Every poem in this section
is a match held to the pulse.
The next note arrives in shadow.
The Pulse That Broke the Lanterns
Your touch was a fault line—
a pressure-drop in the marrow
that made the lanterns in my ribs flicker
like dying stars gasping for reverence.
Every breath between us
felt like a timpani strike:
hard, resonant,
echoing through the bone-cathedral
where my want had been silently starving.
The air ignited around your silhouette—
a slow-motion flare
arching like a violin bow
dragged across the edge of a comet.
And when your hand traced my jaw,
the universe lost its footing.
Gravity hissed.
Nebulae stuttered.
The void clutched its throat
as if learning the meaning of envy.
You were flame,
and I was the instrument that knew
exactly where to burn.
Drop-tuned galaxies hum between the ribs.
Hymn of the Thirsting Fuse
Your breath hit my skin
like a minor-key invocation—
a hymn dipped in molten starlight
and wicked cathedral incense.
The fuse inside me
had been dormant for ages,
coiled beneath dust
and unearned hope—
but your laugh struck the match.
I felt it:
that metalcore surge,
that drop-tuned hunger
rolling through my bloodstream
like thunder wearing fangs.
You drew heat from my bones
the way violins draw ghosts
from the hollow places they’re carved.
Every exhale between us
crackled like lunar wildfire.
You didn’t ****** me.
You re-lit me.
What breaks also sings.
Jan 22
Jan 22, 2026 at 5:44 AM UTC
Giddy goats gruffish and grumpish
Groaning and growling for girlies
Gay goats gagging for giant growths
Gigantic and generously girthy
Gentleman goats gifting glad girlfriends
Good grass and great golden gadgets
Geeky goats glitching in genius
Glaring and gawking in glasses
Girly goats getting great glances
Graciously glitzy and glamorous
German goats genetically gorgeous
Generally guarding their genome
Ghostly goats greedily groaning
Grabbing at golden gates glowing
Genderless goats gracefully grazing
Gazing at other goats genitals
Gluttonous goats greasy and grimy
Gruesomely gnawing on garbage
Gregarious goats gambol in games
Giggling and gaggling in gibberish
Jun 25, 2025
Jun 25, 2025 at 1:34 PM UTC
Single story
Raining Pouring
Window broken
Hearts are storming
Lifeless floating
Stopping nothing
Everything going
Raining pouring
Raining pouring
Gone.
May 17, 2021
May 17, 2021 at 5:50 AM UTC
Green Screen Door
There’s something about
Green screen doors
Conjuring past summers
The why
I’m not sure
Swing bang shut
Bent out screen
Surrounded
By wood
All painted in green
Brings back
Kook-Aid
The bees all abuzz
Mingled with flowers
And Aunt Martha’s fudge
By Bill MacEachern
03/28/2021
Mar 28, 2021
Mar 28, 2021 at 12:45 PM UTC
AUGUST 29----08:50am
In a mild weary night
When mortals in final seek solace
With their earthly deeds upon them tight
to encounter a burden bound for see
Which apprise with unawares sneaks
In many vision the world in view
Then,range who in mystery pick
May mordant or mellow with few
Ascending instance as realm poke
And a shrewd with cognizance attain ray
Which those folly with volition smoke
And in reality realm their mordant hay
In a wild scary night;
When mortals in finals seek solace
And precious embraced in flight
By fierce angel subdue case
And mortals are all nature minded
Of any trifle or prime revelation
Destined,as of subdue minded
Then a dream is a theme of revelation.
#@T.G.P
#@Salimon
Jan 20, 2020
Jan 20, 2020 at 1:52 AM UTC
I really want to talk to you
And get to know all about you
It doesn't matter what we do
Cause i just want to be with you
Take you out on a date
And stay out really late
For the chance i cannot wait
For i know it would be great
Does not matter where we go
Be it high or be it low
Be it sun or rain or snow
There's just one thing you need to know
I really want to talk to you
And get to know all about you
It doesn't matter what we do
Cause i just want to be with
Yes i just want to talk to you
And get to know all about you
It doesn't matter what we do
Just so long as I'm with you
Let me sing you something sweet
Le me write you poetry
I would be oh so happy
Just as long as you're with me
Won't you please give me a chance
Maybe go and visit France
Or even take you out to dance
Your beauty has me in a trance
I really want to talk to you
And get to know all about you
It doesn't matter what we do
Cause i just want to be with
Yes i just want to talk to you
And get to know all about you
It doesn't matter what we do
Just so long as I'm with you
Yes i just want to talk to you
And get to know all about you
It doesn't matter what we do
Just so long as I'm with you
Jul 22, 2019
Jul 22, 2019 at 1:33 AM UTC
5 am blue reminds me
how to touch G on the piano.
there aren't many words i can think of to define it, really.
but i do know it's like crying. quiet tears welling and holding someone tight to your chest, imagining what it must be like
to feel something holding you together.
it is gentle, the way you would comfort a snowflake, the center of a child's eyes. the shy flower that unfolds like precious origami in the dark.
it is the silence, sound of breathing.
it is delicate, like trust and empathy and
understanding.
it is what i want to play for you.
Jul 17, 2019
Jul 17, 2019 at 5:36 AM UTC
EDIT
Jyothilaxmi lolam Jan 30
Life's lessons
Life can be sunshine
On peaceful days with bright blue skies.
It can be like raindrops, squeezed from tearful eyes.
Life can be the heaven, that can be only reached through hell.
You will not know you are happy,
Unless you have been sad,
Life you teach hard lessons,
Which makes me wiser today.
Because roses too, need both sunshine and
A touch of rain to blossom.
Life always surprises us, difficult times teach us lessons of life. life is a teacher.keep learning
Feb 12, 2019
Feb 12, 2019 at 9:33 AM UTC
You
ruined
my
life
You're
the
reason
why
I'm
mad
But
You're
my
sweet
drug
my
secret
boyfriend
Jan 28, 2019
Jan 28, 2019 at 5:56 PM UTC
Remember the first time?
I do, like it was the last time.
I see us in every movie,
I read us on every page.
I felt you in a new guy once,
he was bigger, but a worse lay.
I remember you in bass and bars,
in nooks and grazed skin.
I look for you at skateboard parks,
in airports, pictures, and other men.
It's like my mind's wired around you,
and the synapses can't be pruned.
We're firing together,
and you're wrapped up in me too.
Dec 1, 2018
Dec 1, 2018 at 3:39 PM UTC
She was broken, by herself
Not knowing the cost of what she did
Its hunting her, just like her shadow
It is consuming her soul
Despite of all the run and escape, she will always be caught
She wished her death once, but the demons won't let it
She is suffering by her own, gripping on no one
She is standing on her feet by her own but she is now crippled by herself
Oct 4, 2018
Oct 4, 2018 at 11:09 PM UTC
To winding road I asked again,
“Where did your journey begin?”
It just kept quiet,as if to mean
It didn’t get the crux of my concern!
I asked Where does it all end ?
That too met with a stony silence,
Making me meditate in loneliness .
Silence has quicksilver toungue,
I walked through inner labyrinths
And the question echoed in turns,
Then in me dawned as a whisper
“Real story of the road of course
Isn’t about just begiinnings and ends”
The wish to get it limited, is the
Distorted imagination of humans!
I am having a journey eventful,
But have a problem to determine
The starting and end points!
When you are certain of a finis,
There appears yet another beginning!
A road never leaves for anywhere
All you do is pass on through it.
In a mood to go and find connections.
To immortality, the final destination!
Jun 25, 2018
Jun 25, 2018 at 1:37 PM UTC
well here it is:
as a good-hearted crazy boy as I am
I can be fixed only by a woman
on the last gear of speed
like a herd of mustangs in gallop
to the abyss or to eternity
a woman who dedicates me poems of hate
in which I'm the last provincial old man
the princess can fall in love with
but actually the joy is shaking whitin
any time she feels me arround
a woman dressed only in swords of Toledo
who can sing on a sword like Mariza
making me climb on the walls
like on the Chinese Wall on the moon
a woman that resists any melalcoholical drubbing
on rithmes of sirtaki with Zorba the Greek
with her heart blowned out of her mind
carelessly throwned like underwear through the room
a long-time woman to lead my way
and night in sleep and life in death
and my god in all its demons of beauty
with the most innocent baby smile
a woman that on the last outpost of her ******
like a wild goddess will laugh and explode the night
as if as if ordering
the happiest end of the world
Jun 8, 2018
Jun 8, 2018 at 7:44 AM UTC
Sometimes.....
Man.....
You think you're doing the right thing...
But you ain't...
And even though you try....
Success is nothing without a trail of upset and disappointment in your wake.......
So I'll sit back, tilt the cap, playin with holy sap, gettin' up say your goodbyes, and just never turn back.
Go good, go great, go hard, new slate.
New page in the paper, but I ain't playin, what I did wasn't easy ***** it was labour.
All pain, All truth, no love, it's brutal.
I'm like Bin Laden, the Saudi and a Taliban with a 6 till 6, bringin' planes to the ground. Yet that's it, my life, a burnin' wreck, still to be found.
But look at me now, when you've giving up on fallin', pull a fuckin' U turn, put your foot down and started ballin'.
"Shut the **** up, man broke bank beggar looking to thrive, think your hard but you can't even drive".
You ******* right ***** gimme a lil money and time to fly, taking the edge off the **** and wine, and then we'll see who'll rise.
Maybe you're right, surfing from bench to bench, from sofa to sofa, help was all I wanted and to my brother I'll always owe ya.
Apr 21, 2018
Apr 21, 2018 at 6:40 PM UTC
Thoughts in a Garden
****
Crimson glow of the morning sun
Along the rosy horizon
Set ablaze the floating clouds
With edges embroidered
In flaming gold,
Ushered in a brilliant dawn.
Sunbeams on the mountain slopes
Uncovered valleys verdant and
Gurgling streams:
Darting rays through gnarled
trees
Adorned with foliage of emarald
green,
Illumined the serene garden
scene.
Genial warmth of the morning
sun
Opened rows and rows of white
jasmine
And filled the air with fragrance
sweet
While mother nature sprinkled
Smiles in a shower of roses
Of delicate hues.
Hummingbirds and honey-bees
Hovered over colourful flowers
Big and small.
Shy flowers,like blushing brides,
Allured passersby to pause
A while and admire their beauty
And bewitching smile.
Basking in sunshine under
The azure sky and stretching
On grass in chequered shades,
My questioning mind
Probed in vain,
The enigma of nature's creation,
Its amazing harmony
And violent ire
And the aim of evolving human
life:
Eager to grasp what the future
holds,
Indulged in reveries undisturbed, oblivious of
Fortune's ebb and tide
Until twilight showed
The early stars
And the evening shadows
looming large,
Restrained my restless mind.
In darkness dissolved
the lovely scene.
Soon, the vision of rapture
Was a waking dream:
A foretaste of life merging
With the cosmic stream!
*******. M.G.N.Murthy
Hyderabad, India.
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Mar 4, 2017
Mar 4, 2017 at 11:34 AM UTC
i see it all around me; stalking
i can't help but notice staring.
never blinking, never resting.
its passion will never wane.
all considered, i'm not insane.
just because our eyes stay meeting,
doesn't mean my mind is lacking.
i can see the top and the meaning
Feb 14, 2014
Feb 14, 2014 at 2:49 PM UTC
Golden eyes drink dry
Goblets of sunrays
Swallowing gallows of Greed
Guzzling and Gobbling
Like fat cats gazing
Down upon field mice
Gallantly waiting for
False Gods, redeeming
Envy's green deciet
Nov 22, 2016
Nov 22, 2016 at 3:43 PM UTC
“Everybody is a genius. But if you judge a fish by its ability to climb a tree, it will live its whole life believing that it is stupid.” - Einstein
Everybody is born a genius and dies like a idiot
Some of them have nothing to do
And make exactly the opposite
Nothing like kamikaze fish climbing the trees
Because the crowd is to loud to hear his own stupidity
Even though history remembers his achievements
Jumping in the trees of power and greed
It is really all from a monkey swimming
In a ocean of rules of war in heaven
And leaving it with a big smile on his face
Oct 8, 2016
Oct 8, 2016 at 5:08 AM UTC