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Listen,
Everybody Loves a Happy Ending.

But so too,
Everybody Wants To Rule the World.

It's Elemental,
and I Believe,
indications of a going Mad World.

Still Brian Wilson Said,
“Sorry, the Closest Thing to Heaven
begins by Sowing the Seeds of Love
and ends with Swords and Knives.”

Maybe Our Days Are Numbered then,
if so, Shout
your Famous Last Words
like The Prisoner
as Tears Roll Down.

For the Love of Cain
just let it all out!

**** Love.
Watch Me Bleed.
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A part of me which was ether
Escaped into space to look down upon myself...
Draped in shawl and sweaters, it saw me bleeding on crumpled sheets of paper,
Staring vacantly to an invisible horizon, where words became waves and emotions -a deep swirling ocean
It saw me smile... It saw me cry...It saw me being another... It saw me being me...
As I carved letters with ink in the hope of calming a storm inside me that seemed otherworldly...
My ethereal self understood tis the time, the aesthetic moment that appears in the life of every poet,
That harbours the essence of their lives
A moment so fleeting to be captured on camera... A moment so tenderly fragile...
So my vapoury self remembered unto it's memory it's own writing self...
And slowly returned back to me
So, this is how I remember my state... This is what I finally wrote unto paper...
The description of my candid moment!

My ink is
Running out
But the words
Keep flowing
Paper too
Wrinkled
For words
A New pen  
Is near
A napkin
Nearby
Should get
Busy
Before
My poem
Disappears

things she doesn’t ask...

are they things,
she doesn’t know to ask,
or
are they things
to which,
she does not want to know
the answers.

my not knowing the answer to this puzzle,
drives me to distraction, her Mona Lisa smile,
accompanied by her noncommittal “whatever,”
hiding the answer, nearly leads me over a blurting edge,
but for my inevitable retreat, for the true question,
has a  truer answer, that comes as well, 
in question form.  

Why do I,


or do I,

want to know?