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Feb 2015 · 1.5k
En el mundo que nos rodea
Timmy Shanti Feb 2015
En el mundo que nos rodea
Hay y frío y tanto calor;
Mucha gente de alma fea
No queriendo ponerse mejor.

Y a ti - ¿Qué te falta lo más?..
Es blin-blín o trapitos o pasta?
Una vez que rogares ¡Basta!
No podrás volverte atrás.

Yo te digo así - ¡No tropieces!
Y elige con quien andarás.
En el mundo que nos rodea
Más feliz y mejor te pondrás.
Jun 2014 · 1.4k
At the Doorstep
Timmy Shanti Jun 2014
I won't come back
To do my deeds and bits.
I won't return
To finish what I've started.

I shan't be here
Whene'er you come looking.
I'll be elsewhere,
Long time afore departed.

There's no way back, alas!
This road knows only one direction.
I cannot turn away, I cannot linger...
And Fate itself seems deaf to my objections.

3 June 2014
May 2014 · 1.3k
Haiku
Timmy Shanti May 2014
The heart of haiku  -
Difficult to grasp. It is!
Splendid to behold.
Dec 2013 · 1.3k
No Ordinary Tuesday
Timmy Shanti Dec 2013
As Tuesdays come and go, I wonder
What brings me up,  what makes me cry…
Why am I here - not over yonder
Where special wishes come to life?

And when it's frore, and dim, and gloomy,
When slush is lush… I read some Rumi.
I pour some wine, I sit and muse:
Those h o l y  d a y s - are they of use?

Yet, each December, twenty four,
What better time to think of yore!
To reconcile and forgive,
To dream and do, to love and live!

24.12.2013
Merry Christmas!
Nov 2013 · 1.2k
H
Timmy Shanti Nov 2013
H
Loading my hadron collider
With hampering Hadrian Wall.
What on earth am I doing!?
I know nothing at all.

I add some tea to my sugar,
Putting the kidneys in stone.
Getting chased down by a cougar -
My wishful thinking at home.

Feeling betrayed by my conscience,
The time is quarter to three.
In a world full of pretence,
I prefer to be free.

October 2013
Oct 2013 · 1.5k
Drop the R
Timmy Shanti Oct 2013
Drop the R
Reduce rotation
Ravage rampant, roaring nation
Render, rant and recollect
Rediscover, reconnect
Relish rage, rebuke religion
Go outside and kiss a pigeon
Crave, caress, address, remember
Tease the thrill with tender temper
Truth be told, free faith be followed
Warmish waffles weanly wallowed.

Broke my tongue just reading this
Frankly, go outside and kiss.

October 2013
Aug 2013 · 1.8k
I had a dream once…
Timmy Shanti Aug 2013
I had a dream once…
Yes, I did.
A dream worth having
as a kid.
That one day,
We shall live as one
And all our troubles
Will be gone.
That wars and violence,
Crime and cons
Will bear no mark
Upon our homes.
That trashing, terror,
Torture, tears
Will be long-gone
as will all fears…

Our world today
is not a dream.
It is a sadly darkened scene.
Where men and women,
Young and old,
Forgot you can't buy dreams
With gold.

And yet there's love and peace
somewhere.
True unity -
for those who dare
To fight the system,
Doubt the laws -
The latter are the former's jaws…
I praise those people,
Young and old,
Their hearts are silver,
Minds are gold.

We march for freedom,
Side by side,
Our faith is pure -
Direct our stride.
We won't give up,
We shan't give in
As long as we all
Have a dream.

30-8-2013
MLKJr
Aug 2013 · 853
On borrowed time.
Timmy Shanti Aug 2013
On borrowed time,
On wings of fate
We live and die,
We love and hate.

We fly above
Some magic lands,
Albeit briefly,
Hand in hand.

We pass our wisdom,
Days go by…
Our time is up.
We live to die.
Aug 2013 · 1.6k
***
Timmy Shanti Aug 2013
***
Well, haters gonna hate, no doubt.
With all their rotten hearts,
With all the bile there is -
No ending and no start.

They'll never understand
How foolish they might look.
Their tastes are way too bland
To fit into my books.

I love. They hate. That's life.
I pray. They growl. It's normal.
And only time will tell
Whose name will read: eternal.

May 2013
Timmy Shanti Jul 2013
If Lewis Carroll
Were my friend,
I'd take him
to my Wonderland.

There'd be no Alice,
Nor a Queen.
Still, the Mad Hatter
With his spleen.

He'd tell us
How all things went wrong,
How nuts and bolts just don't belong.
How screws and cork and neck and wine,
They don't add up to make a rhyme.

How cows ate humans who gave milk,
How worms went mad
And ate all silk.

How gold got rusty,
Dust turned gold
Not even Carroll could have foretold.

Well, I shan't bother
With the ending.
To each their own -
My understanding.

You paint sky blue,
I paint mine red.
Now go get lost -
I paid my rent.

On a hot June day, 2013.
Apr 2013 · 828
Untitled
Timmy Shanti Apr 2013
I'm but a humble scribbler,
Who cures what's dark with light.
My body can't be feebler.
My voice - my spirit's might.

Not getting much attention,
I hardly know acclaim.
Too wise for desperation…
My deeds - my future fame.

30-03-13
Feb 2013 · 856
The sea is my master...
Timmy Shanti Feb 2013
The sea is my master.
Its voice I obey.
My heart beats much faster
Whenever I pray.

I pray for salvation.
I pray for all souls.
My sea is damnation.
Beswitched are the roles.

3-02-2013
Jan 2013 · 819
Los Sonidos
Timmy Shanti Jan 2013
Oi! Listen!
Whatchu hear? Silence?
There ain’t no silence in the world:
You hear sounds!
They are in every little thang you see,
The do exist in every thang you touch.
Ya hope to feel ‘em through?
Do not expect that much...

24.11.2001
Jan 2013 · 1.5k
Toxicity of feelings
Timmy Shanti Jan 2013
Toxicity of feelings
Is real hard to describe.
I've got you under my skin,
My blood has your name inscribed.

I'm lost and forgotten
Without you.
I'm ****** and bewildered
With you.

There isn't a thing
To be done about it -
Our life is original sin.

26-01-2013
Timmy Shanti Jan 2013
I wish I could take all the ***** in the world
Along with me on my travels.
For, it will allow me to carry on dreamin'
While staring at all of them marvels.

The ginger of whisky, the ruby of *** -
The colours I love and admire.
When bitterness bites me and I'm 'bout to drown
Them spirits raise me from the mire.

Yes, I will be sick and feel dizzy at times,
My thought will be goin' in circles.
But this is a lever, a wager, a price
I'll pay to escape this man-circus.

23.01.2013
Jan 2013 · 814
Be
Timmy Shanti Jan 2013
Be
Be strong. Be brave. Be you. Be me.
Be everything this life can be.
Don't be a-nothing! Be someone!
Be battles lost. Be battles won.

Be Green. Be Black. Be Red. Be White.
Be winter, summer, day and night.
Be here. Be now. Be best. Be last.
Be dreams. Be youth that long has passed.

Be fish. Be ocean. Be the sky.
Be Mother, Child and that guy.
Be lovely, charming, grace itself.
Be loved, be humble, praise yourself.

Take heart. Let live. Let go. Let die.
Take care. Let slip. Let know. Let fly.
Be fall. Be high. Be you. Be me...
But more importantly - just be.

7-1-2013
very emotionally-charged in the making. hope you can be inspired with this one, too. thanks
Dec 2012 · 704
Words
Timmy Shanti Dec 2012
Getting the words right is never easy. Not in the slightest. And don't think that this only pertains to lay people - politicians, artists, journos, writers, you name it, find it hard most of the time. Even if it seems they're getting theirs right, talking the talk, spinning a story, telling tales, saying things - well, they're just bullshitting. You and themselves. For not a single person in the world at any given moment knows exactly what they are about to say, what should be said - or rather, left out, which is more important. Once you've opened your mouth and let the words slip, they're gone, living a life of their own. Out there to haunt you.
Dec 2012 · 1.8k
Tristesse
Timmy Shanti Dec 2012
Un livre à lire.
Des gens rencontrés.
Une femme à aimer.
La vie plus belle qu'la notre…

Une mort à tromper.
Un chemin à courir.
Un amour à livrer…
Tous les sens à traduire.

Toutes les lettres à brouiller.
Tous les anges à connaître.
Toutes les âmes à sauver.
Et après – disparaître…

21-10-2010
Sep 2012 · 861
The Island
Timmy Shanti Sep 2012
The emerald island
is waiting for me.
Its waters are mine for life.
And at the end of time you’ll see:
The island will still survive!

My heart is captured with it,
My spirit there resides.
My feeling and thoughts are vain -
I want them to drown in its tides.

14.06.2005
Sep 2012 · 921
***
Timmy Shanti Sep 2012
***
I’ve been to straths,
I’ve been to lochs,
I’ve been to mountains -
I’ve seen but every single beauty of the world!
But everywhere I went
Blood flew in fountains.
I saw that
And my blood went cold.

13.11.2003
Sep 2012 · 925
Rose
Timmy Shanti Sep 2012
There lies a rose
In the mire of the road
Knowing not
She is in the mire...
Because she is dead...
A carriage drives over her,
A silly boy kicks her,
Hurting other beauties -
But not her...
She is dead...
Days pass,
It’s getting colder.
All that is left of her
Is hardly seen...
In his abundant
Gift for meditation
And insight,
A pilgrim notes
Her sacral light.
Then, raises her
From dust and shame,
Reminiscent of her days of fame,
Smiles at the undying beauty.
Now, he knows for sure
He’s completed his duty.

10.09.2003
Sep 2012 · 1.6k
Elude
Timmy Shanti Sep 2012
here i am again
remember me, my friend
or i changed so much?
is my hand you touch
so unfamiliar?
and a little wrong
the feeling you possess
but it is so strong
no need to confess...
that’s the truth
everyone knows
nothing
there is
that can stop us
from making mistakes
eating bugs and snakes
and then regretting
forgetting
who we are
have we gone too far?

XVII VII MMIII
Timmy Shanti Sep 2012
۱
Where do we come from? Where are we going to? طَرِيقً
What sense is there in our life? We never have a clue. الحَيَـاةً مَعْـنًى
How many blameless souls under the wheel azure نُفُـوسٌ أَطْهَارٌ
Are being burn’d to ash and dust – where is the smoke, I ask? دُخَانٌ
۲
Thou shall not plant the trees of grief... شَخَرَة حُرْن
Though for enlightenment search the sun: إِنجِلاَءٌ
Shall care thou of lovely and love wine! رِعَايَةٌ
For time we live’s unequal to divine. وَقْتٌ
۳
I came into this world – has it become more splendid? مُوسِر
I’m gone – will it be hurt so badly? خَسَارَة
I wish somebody told me why سِرّْ
I came from dust and dust become will I. هَـبَاء
۴
I drink not wine for cheer, I drink not wine for vice, عِلَّةًُ
Nor drink I to deny all that is bright and holy. سَبِب
I just want to forget myself if only for a while – نُكْرَانُ اَْلدَّاتِ
That’s why I drink all time – the price I pay is solid! خَزَاءٌ
٥
Neglect the Law, the Prayer and the Lent, رَفضٌ
Though feed the poor with what you have, instead: رَحْمَة
Be good... Then your reward will be – I vouch for it – عَهْدٌ
Now mortal bliss, then – immortality. حَظّْ وَ خُلُود
Sep 2012 · 766
Go on Living
Timmy Shanti Sep 2012
You keep your spirit up
In order to survive.
You ask yourself: “What’s life?”
And you won’t give it up.
Just try to keep it real
And don’t ever complain.
Sometimes you’ll have to chill,
The others you’ll feel pain.
IX XII MMII
Sep 2012 · 776
Untitled
Timmy Shanti Sep 2012
Who loves not scotch, Wales and song,
Will be a fool his whole life long.
XV XII MMI
Sep 2012 · 878
Una Noche a Recordar
Timmy Shanti Sep 2012
The air’s soughing soulfully –
Something I’ve never heard before!
Red-dressed señora melts away
Although I wanna see her dancing more and more.
¡Adiós! To me she didn’t say
And everything became so pale:
No Red, no Blue, no White...
I pray she’ll come again and burn the Spanish night!

MMI
Timmy Shanti Sep 2012
The ‘why’, the ‘what for’ and the ‘where’
Are sisterly questions of life.
Whoever them answering dares
Will for eternity strive.
Summer 2012
Sep 2012 · 831
I want you
Timmy Shanti Sep 2012
I want you
to live forever
I ask you
to never die
I’m happy
only beside you
I plead you
to never ask why
I want our dreams
to embody
the Universal hallow light
I want our sorrows
to drown slowly
diluted in waters
when day calmly
turns into night
I want our hearts
to surrender
to charity, grace and delight
I want you
to always be happy
I beg you
to never cry.
2012
Aug 2012 · 3.9k
she’s so phat!
Timmy Shanti Aug 2012
she’s so phat!
can’t deny
a simple fact
it’s worth a try
to start anew
all that we knew
to forget
for good
or for worse
i don’t need a purse
have all the mon
in the world
all the gold
so cold
make it warm
love’s a storm
has no form
but a sphere
wild deer
still dreamin’ of ‘em
ain’t no Eminem
just a young man
of arms
charity and alms
such a rarity
in our selfish world
of calamity
unthinkable disaster
tulip, rose and aster
make your heart beat faster
like a drum machine
Dash Berlin
voice and beat
so neat
that girl
a friend of my soul
rhythm
with no blues
happiness
i choose
to carry on
fighting
for what’s right
sleepless
day and night
shaken but not mixed
i still get my kicks
from palm reading
all my wounds
are bleeding
with red wine
guardians of time
lost in their stride
stick to your pride
follow your dreams
anguish sins
belittle the devil
within you
there’s a universe
of wisdom
an ocean
of beauty
get no *****
but acclaim
your name
done in clay
on the walk of fame
let’s call it a day

21.05.2012
Aug 2012 · 786
the beat
Timmy Shanti Aug 2012
the beat
the everlasting
never-ending pulse
the heat
dreaming
no music but house
city lights
teasing, fooling around
shaking through and through
i feel the presence of the sound
although i have no clue
vibrating within me
and echoing around
that's how i like my music
fast and furious
as a hound
tearing the silence apart
melodies go for a twist
owner of a lonely heart
never lost in the mist.
Aug 2012 · 795
Tobago
Timmy Shanti Aug 2012
How beautiful you are, the Isle of Tobago!
Under the burning sun you live.
The spot of yours is groovy,
The harbours are for centuries to stay
Here from I’ll never go away.
10.3.2001
Aug 2012 · 684
***
Timmy Shanti Aug 2012
***
God to take my soul,
England to take my bones,
Rave to take control
Over ages and stones.
11.6.2002
Aug 2012 · 2.2k
escapada
Timmy Shanti Aug 2012
Fandango we danced
was second to last
or was it tango?
we all are too clumsy
to move
too rigid
to see
things without limits
we need
no gimmicks
just a direction
or a simple question
to be answered
prevent brain cancer
become decent dancers
to get to know
there’s nowhere to go
if we don’t want to
but when we are about to
we need some fuel
to fill our engines
with pride
the heart and the mind
are never
good friends
in the world of dollars
blue collars
dark on the inside
breaking their stride
to fight
the poor
not the poverty
so unfair
but it’s the reality
of our lives
human hives
ideology of the masses
ruling classes
thy neighbour to despise
catch them by surprise
rot one from within
soon to take ‘em in
lose someone you love
to understand
there’s an undeclared war
that we can’t bystand
take part
start
to act, preach, teach, bleach
dye, cry
find an ally
before long
our song
will be that of joy
tactics we employ
are peaceful
spare no enemy
**** one - get one free
the tree
of life
having tea at five
some things never change
we are acting strange
conceived in liberty
created to be loved
but still in puberty
continuously starved
of little things we need
there’s just too much greed
open your heart
take my hand
for a start
we all have one goal
Sweet Lord
help us all!
22.10.2010
Jun 2012 · 691
Grief
Timmy Shanti Jun 2012
Four flowers in my hand -
Aren’t they beautiful?

Three tears in my eyes -
I’m at a funeral.

Of my soul
Which I sold

To someone
I never knew...

Four flowers -
Maybe, it’s too few?

27.9.2005 (2004?)
Jun 2012 · 2.8k
Spring: reincarnations.
Timmy Shanti Jun 2012
I bet she’s beautiful,
Though I can’t see her, -
Sakura in the moonlight.

Friend, come, rejoice!
I know, you miss her -
Sakura in the daylight.

Reflections I see
When looking in her eyes, -
Everlasting spring.

Old master once said:
“Satori doesn’t draw lines ‘tween seasons”.
So what are you waiting for?
Timmy Shanti Jun 2012
I can’t stand winter.
Well, she can’t stand me either -
We both wait for spring.

The sight is painful -
Tired of everything white around.
Let spring come and dye!

Sun’s melting snow, and
I’m distracted by it all:
Drop filled with beauty.

Does anyone else see
What I see? Or are they too
Selfish to look?..

Poor things! Life passes,
Time won’t wait for them... But I’m
For spring still waiting.

What can I do
To make her come much sooner
Or it’s my fate?

But light gives hope - as well
As love - that not much time
Is left. Still waiting...

Don’t you complain and
Let the freshness free your mind -
Breathe deeply with winter.

Those who like winter
Are away, walking. Busy streets -
There is no place.

I got out, too -
I have no choice. But quickly
Go back home - to warmth.

When winter hands over the
Rights to spring there will be no one
Happier than me.

Slept awfully last night -
Some constant noise outside.
Wouldn’t even care in spring.

Not only me who’s waiting...
Oak wants to talk and maple craves to listen
About those days that passed.

O Spring! Do come and
Turn the whitewash into colour!
Until then, I’ll be hurt.

Wakes up a bird and
Goes to wake a friend. To sing
A lovely song.

Suddenly and unnoticed
Comes my beloved.
Can’t help myself...
Jun 2012 · 1.4k
A Glamourous Night o' Mine
Timmy Shanti Jun 2012
Glamorous night. Dark knight
Knocking on my door. On the floor
I step. Sleepy. Looking for a candle
To light. Still: it’s a glamorous night,
Though it’s a time of the fight...
Another knock on the oaken door.
I shout: “Hey there! Can’t wait anymore?”
Having found a light, I greet the stranger.
Am I in danger? “Enter, good knight!”
-What a glamorous night!
-How can I help you in this hour of late?
-I’ll free Castilla and Le;n.
With destiny this is my date!
...These words! I recognise him:
It’s El Cid.
A man of arms - still man of wit.
-My good Sayid, you’d better
Have some sleep.
-You’re in the right, good master.
It’s very nice to have a friend like you
In times of such disaster...
Morning light - straight in my face.
‘Twas a glamorous night! Warm embrace
Given by my wife... Wait!
I’m married not! I do not know
This lady. She’s not completely
Of my sort!.. This man - Rodrigo Diaz?
I finally wake up - it’s midnight.
Snow now is falling down.
It rarely snows in Spain,
As you might know.
’Twas just a dream...

6.2.2002
Jun 2012 · 804
Big Apple Spottin'
Timmy Shanti Jun 2012
I’m ‘boutta ride to the city of New York.
Spottin’ the Big Apple is chillin’.
When I get there I’ll see my folk
And ask them how they all livin’.
They’ll surely tell me they are ****** ok
So I’ll grab my gear and move my way.

27.12.2002
Jun 2012 · 1.2k
To my brother, Sea Urchin
Timmy Shanti Jun 2012
You’re sparky and spiky but timid.
You’re reddish and brown but not black.
I should have read more stuff about it -
The chances are: I’m not coming back.

Well, both of us are a bit scared.
I promise: I’m not here to hurt you,
Quite stupid to get one’s feet bare
But you must behave, brother urchin!

We all want to dive into silence,
While also enjoying the sun.
But if you go on like this - nuisance,
I’m bringing along my gun.

3.6.2012
Jun 2012 · 1.5k
hey God!
Timmy Shanti Jun 2012
hey God!
how ya doin' up there?
perhaps You are tired
and might use a chair?

to sit, relax and maybe think it over
you know, time flies and You are getting older...

You're Time itself
You are the Music and You are the Lyrics
I know: You are my inner self
I care not for stoics or for cynics

there are no sinners as there are no saints
we all but little misbehaving children
the Love bestowed on us from high above
is mirky Evil's deadly foe - the Lantern

I fear not what future holds
for all I know there is no future
if we go on like this - forlorn -
our selfish thoughts are Devil's fav'rite nurture

they said You don't exist
they said You're dead and buried
they kicked and crucified Your Son
their arrogance was their only merit

but You forgave 'em all -
knaves, foolish in their pride...

I thank You for the caring guidance
of those who do believe and those who don't
and if You're gone forever... well, good riddance
the image of my sword will haughty haters haunt

                                              23.5.2012
Jun 2012 · 1.1k
There is...
Timmy Shanti Jun 2012
Reason is there to explain,
Heart is there to perceive.
Souls are there to entwine,
Eyes are there to believe.

Nature is there to be loved,
Minds are there to be moved.
Sorrows are there to be drowned,
Fools are there to be spoofed.

All that we have is ourselves,
All that we cherish is dreams.
All that we trust is a lie,
All that we know is a myth.

Illusions are there to defy,
Light is there to embrace.
Evil is there to decry,
Karma is there to face.

1.11.2010
Jun 2012 · 6.4k
in-Carnation
Timmy Shanti Jun 2012
To smile at the carnation,
So gallantly growing,
At peace with this world.
In silence...
I tune in a short conversation
Between minds and bodies -
Incredibly cold.

My heart has surrendered
To nightingale's song.
I dream of Rhode Island...
I'm leaving! So long!

The winds of Sonora,
My nannies and friends.
My love for Evora -
My tears know no end.

The shadows of Mordor,
With sunrise they fade.
Grace, Kindness and Splendour:
Three Buddhas in jade.

I feed roastede pidgeone
To poor ryebread crumbs.
Avoiding curmudgeons,
I'm playing professional dumb.

Caressing the grass-blades,
I live in a drop.
Arcadian arcade:
There, God has no job.

In hurting the Nature
We drain our souls.
Let’s all at once cease
Being ignorant ghouls.

...To stroke the carnation,
To gently kiss buds.
To eat simple meals
Like lentils and spuds.

To carry some water,
To chop down some trees.
To stop feeling rotten.
My soul is at peace.

The time is forever,
The purpose is now.
No “when” and no “where”,
No “why” and no “how”.

The light effervescent,
The sound circumaural,
The hearts ever-pleasant,
The dreams polynomial.

...Collapsing eternity,
Upheaving humanity,
Rock-bottom fraternity,
Defying the gravity.

Creative destruction
Is staunchly forbidding.
The wisdom of ancients
Is widely-misleading.

Depleting our anger
Is key to survival.
Harnessing the hunger,
Improptu revival.

Combustion of senses,
Precarious laughter.
Incurable sepsis,
Delirious canter.

Regrets are forgotten,
Bright days are all-cherished.
Let’s live unbegotten
Until we all perish.

13.06.2012
Jun 2012 · 844
Amblin' Unshod
Timmy Shanti Jun 2012
Spring. You touch emerald-green grass,
Sapphire and ruby flowers.
Summer. Mild sand under your feet
Makes you feel happy. Salt water
Takes your cares away.
Autumn. Yellowish-brown maple and elm leaves,
Though dead, make you relive the past.
Winter. Ice-cold glens burn essence and hurt.
But with the knowledge that spring will come again
You proudly raise your head and run as fast as you can
Free, blithe and unshod!



24.5.2002
Jun 2012 · 3.3k
Wild Deer
Timmy Shanti Jun 2012
My world is a-spinning,
I chase wild deer -
For pleasure, not trophies -
My conscience is clear.

I chase ‘em through forests,
Through grasslands and doles.
I find giant craters
And tiniest holes.

My eyes are wide open,
I hail all life,
Asleep all these years...
But now I’m alive!

I’m ready to ponder
The sense of it all.
My mind doesn’t wander -
This time, it’s my call.

I challenge old habits -
Deep-rooted they be -
My deer chasing rabbits
While rabbits chase me.

I’m easily happy,
My cry is of bliss,
My tongue fires wisdom,
My shots never miss.

I eagerly travel
Through darkness and light -
All myst’ries unravelled,
My troth here I plight:

To battle for freedom,
To fight for the poor,
To champion peace,
To ignore all the lures.

I never will falter -
My mind is my guard,
My faith is my altar,
My love is my God.

My world is a-spinning,
I’m dreaming all day.
My vision a-clearing -
Ill thoughts fade away.

And what of the wild deer? -
You might want to ask.
Gone home to the Highlands,
They’ve finished their task.

— The End —