"ense" poems
i see no ense in winning, as all success becomes regression,
owning ones life is to reach out and grasp and to catch only the wind.
strange, it is cars that bring faceless names and namless faces
closer to their finale in life than to where really we want to be
we hold a wheel, we push a pedal, it makes no difference.
inside ourselves we may be Lords, Kings even Gods and
here you see me in the world, on the half deserted streets
conjuring myths of control, no apparent ceiling to clothe my limits
no surprises with no mystery. no questions with no unpredictable answers, what a way to live.
safety rules this day, caution covertly dictates my speech,
the fear that I may stumble upon my dreams and realise them unfulfilled
takes my feet and nails them down.
i am a tree, rooted heavily into this soil
here I stand and weep for all that is stained with routine.
all that is tragically familiar comes forth alone and alone it remains with me.
Mar 31, 2010
Mar 31, 2010 at 3:34 AM UTC
they came like a hurricane
wave after wave of unceasing rain
each drop a smeared false reflection of
faces of friends of family we once did love
and as the torrential rain spilled
more of our people were killed
and the world we knew quickly eroded
the iron in our bones broke brittle and corroded
drenched in this forsaken diseased sea
we become more of what we feared to be
as cold and dead as the death around us
losing all sense of what was right and just
yet still we fight endlessly to survive
yet still our hope is still stubbornly alive
May 8, 2014
May 8, 2014 at 10:51 AM UTC
say my name
go on and say it
its the password
that unlocks
our hidden history
i am willing to tell it to you
if you’ll listen...
the vision you see is false
all that is real is what you feel
all this love
this ocean of dreams
seems miraculous
but you are a miracle more beautiful
than all the fields
blossoming in the spring
rising up from their trances
the earth dances
in spasms
in wall-casts
in masks
i speak to you
of beauty and suffering
the love we bear is unfathomable
a sapling sprouts from our shouting matches
so stash away your secret treasure
let others go like loose feathers
wings of the bird who resembles serpents
winged flowers
stirred with our fingers
and licked copiously clean
cleanliness is your virtue
vultures lick your bones clean
of this sad excuse for culture
your metaphysical sorrows are a bore
but your **** shoulders i certainly do adore
so much space i can taste it
and so much love i won’t waste it
for those who are wondering
the cremation grounds and their metaphors
are the tantric dance-floors of eternity
where the divine goes to boogie
have i told you lately that i love you
well i do
so go out and make love to the universe
make love and ***** the galaxies
until the milky way squirts amrita
across the multiverse
and all you hear are squeals and giggles
coming from shooting stars and nebulas
sri ram jai ram jai jai ram
i am that you are
so hung
all day long we run
for nothing
chasing nowhere
when you come back home i am waiting
elevating
awake and breathing
grateful to have learned your secret
and repeated your stories to the dawn
i am sworn to the opposite of secrecy
and will shout your glory across the heavens
Jun 8, 2017
Jun 8, 2017 at 3:32 PM UTC
P ressuring yourself
A ware of the warm truth
R aining around the lone wolf
A wake but dreaming of another youth
N ot happy nor joyful
O nly hurting in a dream
I n a state oh so dim
D ense with feelings oh so hurtful
May 22, 2019
May 22, 2019 at 3:53 AM UTC