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Jul 2013 Vijayalakshmi Harish

Danielle Rose

I sign my name to each tragedy that streams incessantly
I pour the lines with traces of blood
Crimson hues staining my paper
I sign my name to the work reflecting my shame
My guilt
My unproductiveness
And try to gaze more deeply into the abyss that is my mind
I try to dispense the trash that heaps and swells to great heights
Framing the walls I do not dare to climb
For the fear of falling
I sign my name with red velvet petals that wither too quickily
In such short time
Displaying my pain as if it held beauty
As if it were a crime

Jul 2013 Vijayalakshmi Harish

Gabriel You Are a Pussy

Jul 2013 Vijayalakshmi Harish

JL

Gabriel You Are a *****

I've found a sharp rock
Would you like to see me
Sheer away the nerve endings
I saw a thousand scars upon your wrist
Your hesitation is unbecoming
Much too shallow to hit the main line
And finally find your way home

I collect no pain
I keep it in a jar
Sterilized

and I
lay upon your shoulders
My hide in one piece
Camoflauge to rob the bank
With my face over yours
You may
Enter hell as a king
Or enter heaven as a sore filled Lazarus
Look at me
In the eyes
They are naked

A heart beats in my thorax
But you shine a torch down my throat
Just be sure

So tell me the secret stories of your heart now
I am curios of the dark recesses of your soul
I have torn mine
Root and all from its placement
With it I was rebuilt
Brand new
Taj Mahal
Look upon my architecture
Quite spinal?
Gaze long upon it
Do not forget
**** thoughts
Intricate in placement
Poetry

Jul 2013 Vijayalakshmi Harish

Why and how he is a poet

Jul 2013 Vijayalakshmi Harish

K Balachandran

Why and how he is a poet

An artful liar, his words beautifully cheat all,
speaks nonsense any one can believe
with  consummate flair, sees the essence without effort,
it fits well in metaphors and imageries galore,
he has wings to fly anywhere with ease, see things up close.
The  wind of imagination he blows makes waves,
he is taken to  ecstatic heights riding on  its crest,
yet he doesn't accept, when they call him a poet,
"Just at those moments I am inspired" he says"call me a poet,
not all the time I am one, being a poet is not a profession
but an attribute others bestow on one, out of appreciation"

#poetry #poetica

Jul 2013 Vijayalakshmi Harish

Song of Swan

Jul 2013 Vijayalakshmi Harish

Seán Mac Falls

Song of Swan

Gentle water lord, of your traces;
Four seasons show in your graces:

Breezy spring, wafts, leaves so soon,
Lost loves, colours longing for white,
Light jewel.

Hottest summer, moves, in sleepy
Sun, all her ways soothed, running,
Milky days.

Autumn shakes of mellow webbing
Leaf as you arrive, majesty's thief,
Gliding lithe.

Frozen winter, low, pure and pale,
Never demure, as your wings aloft,
Flake so fair.

Jul 2013 Vijayalakshmi Harish

slipped

Jul 2013 Vijayalakshmi Harish

st64

slipped

one slipped out
unobtrusively

now
instead of walking safely
on a globe
you're slipping
on that one marble...

so ...out of place*

S T, 7 July 2013

keep counting them marbles ...yeah, keep counting!
love looking at the patterns in marbles :)

oft, external things have a way of letting themselves in...uninvited

nothing like retreating into one's inner space....bubble of peace...where we sometimes just get to say: leave me the hell alone!

sub-entry: Fixing a Hole - Lennon / McCartney

I'm fixing a hole where the rain gets in
And stops my mind from wandering
Where it will go

I'm filling the cracks that ran through the door
And kept my mind from wandering
Where it will go

And it really doesn't matter if I'm wrong I'm right
Where I belong I'm right
Where I belong.

See the people standing there who disagree and never win
And wonder why they don't get in my door
I'm painting my room in a colourful way

And when my mind is wandering
There ....I will go
And it really doesn't matter if I'm wrong I'm right
Where I belong I'm right
Where I belong.

Silly people run around they worry me
And never ask me why they don't get past my door
I'm taking the time for a number of things
That weren't important yesterday
And I still go

I'm fixing a hole where the rain gets in
And stops my mind from wandering
Where it will go.

Written by John Winston Lennon, Paul James Mccartney

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Jul 2013 Vijayalakshmi Harish

A Moment Like This

Jul 2013 Vijayalakshmi Harish

Danielle Rose

A Moment Like This

I shy from your piercing gaze
Consumed by passion as I wane from the comforts that once kept me grounded
Flying high on the feelings provoked
When you entered my tomb and evoked a lovers ghost
My room now lit with your radiant presence
As I digress and falter to heavy air leading to the path of least resistance
Hoping that my complexity doesn't **** this flame with cold reluctant bitterness
In which the past has inevitably carved into my character
I left my heart upon my sleeve and my frailty translucent
No matter the cost it was well worth the enchantment
The risk exhilarates and vibrates through my cortex
Turning me on and away from my senses
and when you lifted my chin there was no doubt that I want this
By the heat of your hand I melted into intoxicating madness
Adorned in beads of sweat reflecting my bodies tension
Yearning for lips I cant help but mention
because they've become somewhat of an obsession
I'm scratching at your heart almost desperate for recognition
Swearing that I don't need forever
Just one bright moment