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vircapio gale Aug 2012
on moonstone slab Manmata flames again
from out of ashes rises, gloating unfinality of Shiva's dance
reincarnate offering of endless Self
in Lakshmi's avatar
a fateful prince's heart to lance

and lanced his heart her visage did,
                                                     though with vaster pinions fully pierced was she, in depths
                                                          ­                                                                 ­                 without rivalry~

his lust was sharp to invite solitude,
but easy to conceal,
he imagined cupping her against him,
scoured memory of upward glimpse,
inch  by  inch
with added imagery, invention moulding her
beneath his grasp
from forehead curls along
glowing skin and eyes
to curving, palatially appareled ******* . . .
her open lips . . .  her hips
--but after, merely to dismiss
and even sleep a bit
and quip inside at irony
to be at mercy
of a girl in flowers
when he with arrows demons lay to rest
(though she would, within the selfsame hours lose her wits ;)

in cityscape descried the triad:
gold dome gifts for sky
in shining generosity
Mithila's people overflow with joy
exuding free abundance carelessly--
jewelry loosed on playful street
from overkeen embrace, is left to lie;
loss in ever-present wealth nigh obsolete

musth of elephant, froth of steed,
floral garlands tangle, line and mix
for clouds of honey-bees to lick their feast.
a bustling of virile acrobatic populace--
symphonic mux of chaos tressed,
metropolis of idylls coalesced;
drums, races, grinning faces flinging courtship,
smirking merchants under wigs
bathers splash exotic fish to flit and weave
while ballads sift for higher pitch of love

from elevated terrace ladies prance
and watching from an inner spire
the princess spies her prince--
emerald shoulders, lotus-petal eyes
Vaikunta hidden from their mortal sight
but straining recognition there,
a union ageless as the stars
inspired suddenly another first:
Rama's transfixed stare she feels and meets,
strangers locked entwining glances
--fated simultaneous-- electric heat   like
from a planet sparking for the taste of outer space --
the lightning burns its mark ensouled
in blooms beyond her ripe, anthophilous form,
verdant visions planted in the rays of light
between two instant loves
to slip inside the eyelid entrance
and evermore impregnate with a glory ill,
as separation wills,
to colonize throughout with other Being there
phantasmal yearnings of entrancing elegance
--from dawn of time instilled, akashic script
of binding hurt with joy in love's embrace
condemn desire to a writhing term
when not imbibing such togetherness
a worldless crypt preferred

and so as swift as gymnast flip to fall
the heart is gushing toxic lack,
epic ventricles the viscose tug
in fluid inspiration wrote of Sita's
sudden addict gnashing inner plight
while slips the sight interred within the crowd,
as if a sorcerer the cosmic sea to play her destiny:
the waves inside enraged to overwhelm
the sudden coral crust beneath the swell
an unmarked seaside's lavish drown unto the land
and reeling send this fragile ******
into wilting, her floral haze to drooping fell...
        in revelatory crash of passion's oceanic weight...
attendants pamper uselessly
--from swoon to mood irate
to wait until the next appearance of her mortal god
the only one to sate the shameless need
entwining up within a clenching wrack of milky fits
from bed to sweaty bed they take the burning maiden~
the outer sea inflow in calming dusk meant nothing to the agony of new romance
                       sequestered in hymenic fire, dawning brilliant
                                                       ­                                omni chakral pierce in rays,
                                                                ­                                                              tot­ality relentlessness
and therein descry a wholeness
  yet unregained
a hopeless birdsong careless as the wind
in caring strokes of pollen redolence
for forest ears an endless vibrate mate
of elemental ease the simmer float
upon the dukkha broil paths embroidery of karmic
cookery the godly recipe invoked,
gibed her without cease,
****** flare eternal guna coals to stoke
and spite her with their peace,
for her attainment only next to he
the moon communes the message blinding clear
amid the ghee her girls would light in care
to soften her despair -- but only aggravate her state --
and so by dim refracted moondrops set,
in only gemlight, Sita basks in pain
her gaze entrained by night obsessively
while overhead the crescent hook beams
freely in to fertilize her all-too-chastely girdle there,
petals wilting under body pressed to slab of stone
as mounting groan on groan intones her writhing questioning
of whomever he could be to cast her moaning so
a deity in maidenhead unwitting of such otherlife
left by endless, anthrocosmos' whim to ache, and alone
in wonder scream abandonment from aether poise
confusion reigning noisome nescient choice


















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Manmata: the god of love, who Shiva is said to have burned to ashes with the purity of his contemplation
Lakshmi: Hindu goddess of wealth, prosperity (both material and spiritual), fortune, and the embodiment of beauty. She is the consort of the god Vishnu. She takes her mortal form as Sita in the Ramayana, destined for Rama (who is Vishnu's avatar).
Guna: an element, 'thread', 'string' or principle of nature; the three gunas are (sattva), (rajas), and (tamas)
Dukkha: suffering
Anthro-: as in 'human'

"The impact of the Ramayana on a poet, however, goes beyond mere personal edification; it inspires him to compose the epic again in his own language, with the stamp of his own personality on it.  The Ramayana has thus been the largest source of inspiration for the poets of India throughout the centuries . . . Thus we have centuries-old Ramayana in Hindi, Bengali, Assamese, Oriya, Tamil, Kannada, Kashmiri, Telugu, Malayalam, to mention a few."   -R.K. Narayan (whose prose version of Kamban's 11th c.e.Tamil --originally written on palm leaves-- i'm reading at the moment, and whose advice i've found myself compelled to follow. in no way am i an authority, but an amateur--literally--'in love')

http://hellopoetry.com/poem/ramas-inauguration-facing-the-murderous-gluttony-of-thataka/

http://hellopoetry.com/poem/soorpanaka-the-demon-as-kamavalli-lusts-for-rama-1/
Leila Kauhola Dec 2012
I'm guna miss you tonight
I"m guna release all of my feelings inside
I"m guna break down and cry
tonight
i'm just going to lay here and miss you and cry
and by tomorrow i'll be alright.
de bud me found on de ground
twas as strong as smokin a pound
after me smoked it me rosted a hound
wait not a hound, it was a  pizza
me called up me friend shakisha
me asked if she as some good reefa

but why, why must my bike rust
de andlebars is about to bust
ow me guna catch de bus
me ave to bust me piggy bank
me crying, me loved me piggy bank
me drank me a bottle of coke
me accidentally drank a bottle of soap
me trow up and den shakisha show up
me say me drank me some soap
she say me love soap

hello.
ere body ere where
christmas lights erewhere
but for a reggae mon like me,
not a care in de world

erey body watchin Christmas movies
me in de basement smokin doobies
erey yungin mailin santas ouse
de only ting we want from santa
is a sled full of jamacan ganga
trees in ere bodys windows
me smoke me tree for christmas
no fancy decoration required
me gettin tired of christmas already
me just guna smoke till me lungs feel heavy

ereybody wants it to snow
me hopin for some good smoke
de christmas spirit is in de air
me listenin to reggae comin me hair
dis is christmas for a reggae mon
just a quick little rant not much though put in, tank u to all me followers
me guna be putin out some fine quality work soon me ave notin else to do dis time of year. haha, a reggae mon at christmas
fatin May 2016
dan ada apa pula dengan rindu
rasa yang sesak di dalam
yang tak mungkin bisa kau ungkap guna bait-bait bahasa
biar bunga mahupun terus

apa itu rindu?
sakit. perit. pahit..
Britney Kempker Nov 2012
Look at these people,
they think they are free,
can't they see,
there is a fee
to be "me" or "we".
Turn on your TV
tell me what you see.
Does anyone care what you think;
does your opinion make a difference?
Are you naive enough to believe an untold truth?
Will you follow in my footprints of proof?
If you answer is yes,
let me guess,
you have empirical knowhow;
you've never picked up a book;
you ain't guna start now.
I want you to seek out false propaganda,
take that man off his soap box.
Find the tape;
cut out the ***** in which the lies lie,
the flies fly,
the ties tie,
the dying die.
I ask too much of the world,
expect intelligence
and only receive disappointment.
Where is the need for knowledge?
My heart is guna bust,
Into sparkles of dust.
My pain was his amusement .
Im so confused on his judgement .
My mind is in confusion .
For i was under your illusion.
NURUL AMALIA Nov 2018
itukah yang dinamakan gagal?
hatiku berteriak keras mengguncang isi tubuhku
sudah.. tak guna semua ini bibirku mengoceh pelan
ingin rasanya berlari jauh pergi
kemana? tak tahu arah jika rasa syukur tak bertahta di diri ini
sudah.. bersabarlah!..sisi lainku mencuat..
pura- pura saja aku tegar..
didepan mereka..orang terkasih
harapan dan doa terpancar jelas menyiangi ketakutanku
iya aku takut..
membuat mereka lara
tapi sekali lagi..sudah
mereka hanya menyuruhku untuk bersyukur..
menjadikan itu elegi
tetapi hari esok haruslah berseri
Jake Taylor Nov 2011
beats banging the bolts of your brains your mind slumped back with thoughts of genocidal terrorist gangsters polluting your countries veins, rocking lines like no way but did bush rock the planes, and **** did we really give al-Qaeda all that money 6.9 billion **** yeah that sounds pretty funny, but back in the day they were the backed boys in blue fighting off the the red corner for their freedom to be renewed, but that wasn't enough for them
reunion of peace lost with the greed of the beast and the hate for the west and the hate for different beliefs, capitalism s bad but not bad enough for lives to be releived or taken, **** bugs me but im not shooting the lead at a different population.
and im not conforming to 911 being binladen cause the videos shown give me the impression those attacks were a little more expensive than the planes on the rota, the truth covered up like ill put it under the sofa or they wont notice just tuck it behind the toaster, its not for common knowledge to be a pile of **** out off cnn's rosta does anyone remember Mcintyre whos stated on paper that he beleives the pentagon was hit by something different than whats printed on the usual reporters notepad soo whos the joker?
the world needs answers now before this conspiracy is just another late night channel on the tv, or the page on the internet that no one sees xcept the fat man nursing a ***** and a bag of nachos with a little too much additional flavour bread cheese and cereal its all over his bed, forgotten how to live soo hes browsin instead, this mans a lost cause you stay tight to whats in your head
and im not guna turn around and say that my rhymes keep your brain feeling alive ive used that space to save you time so you can see the things i see
the way the world is lookin at me
and this **** keeps my dreams infant and my body just another delinquent, reeling around in this filtered hypocricy with the love and humour on hold till this chapter unfolds
Loose thoughts Feb 2015
So very caring and kind
Like her, you'll never find
Possessing a beautiful mind
Her pure heart makes you go blind,

A wilted heart, she can easily mend
A helping hand, she will always lend
She'll stay by your side till the very end
Her loyalty knows no certain extend
You're blessed to have her as your friend,

Her warm heart has no limit
Her sweet words are infinite
She's extraordinary and she knows it
She can make you smile within a minute,

Your mood will lighten up
Simply with her presence
She would never give up
Would support you even in your absence,

She's a one in a million
What else could you ask for?
Knowing such a wonderful person
I'm so very thankful for,

Disrespect her
And you'll rue,
Dare to hurt her
Guna make you regret that too,
Better keep insults away
If you wanna wake up the next day,

Someone I could never replace
Her words leaving a permanent trace
Sure, we're walking on a different pace
However no friend could take her place,

For her smiles, I'd sacrifice
To make sure they stay,
She gives comforting advice
She's simply the best
What else can I say?

~A.d | 6 Sep 2014
Qadriah Oct 2013
nak sayang tiada daya

nak benci tiada guna

tapi

musuh itu jangan dicari

biar sahaja begini

senangkan hati masing-masing

senang
Oka Nov 2019
Umur berpihak dengan raga
menahan gejolak membara jiwa
umur menggengam hati dan berdoa
"tuhan, jangan kau membuatnya buta
mengejar idealisme, terkekang fatamorgana.
kembalikanlah ia,
ke mana hidup menuruti realita."
umur makin takut melihatnya
mendobrak dinding bata
batasnya dengan dunia
"Tiada guna,
di luar sana
kau hanya akan binasa,
ku hanya memiliki cinta
dan ku tak ingin kau kecewa..."
"Bukan cinta bila tangisan
membanjiri mata,
bukan kasih jika wilayah ditempa
membatasi ruang bermuara
semua perilaku hina padaku tertimpa
ku terima dengan hati leluasa
tanpanya ku tak akan bermetamorfosa
jangan kau berlara-lara
melihat juangku yang remaja
kekacauan ini indah
membuatku merasakan untuk kali pertama
hidup tiada kesempatan kedua."
Rob Rutledge Jul 2015
He met a girl down in a bar,
She had eyes like a hurricane.
Lost within the winds of her smile,
He was spinning like a weathervane.

He said,
"Girl there's guna be rain,
So we had better take cover."
She said,
"Now boy don't be insane,
I'm no sunshine lover."

Now they stand together
Drenched to the bone,
Her lips taste like summer,

An oasis alone in the cold.
Pebbles Dec 2010
Tomorrow when you awake
Stretch your arms up
Higher than you ever did before
Towards the sky
Breathe the day in deeply
And know
Deep within yourself
That to day will be
Just a little better
A small fragmented moment better
You will smile at least once
Maybe at the song of the robin outside your window
He sings for you and usually you don't notice
Well make sure you do
And smile
At the blue skys
For how we frown when the skys are grey
Is the sunshine not reason to feel alive
Is your freedom not reason
To hold your hands above your head and
Sigh one of those knowing it's guna get better sighs
Like thank god Ive hit the bottem
Cos now theres only upwards to travel
Just a little better
and from there feel a little better again
and soon you will feel fine
and alive with all that is you
Ryan Gabrish Apr 2013
I had a few unfamiliar mushrooms for breakfast,
And decided to have a picnic.
I got my berry basket and plopped two foxes in it.
I then staggered to the chicken coupe,
And told the hen to tell me the truth.
“What can you do with an egg?” I asked.
“Fake it” she replied.
“I could see dat” I said, shrugging my shoulders.
I walked out of the coupe, catching shooting stars on my tongue,
When I realized, I just had a conversation with a chicken.

I suddenly felt an urge to do so many things:
I could arrest all those screwdrivers for molesting those innocent screws…
Maybe I could get a balloon to bounce!
Oh…..wait, I didn’t take a shower today….
Meh, I’ll wait till it rains.
WOA what if I had a tail!? I would so drape it over my arm.
And who wants to breathe fire when it could be milk? I LOVE MILK!
Dam…. What if I start to shrink?
Eating my hat seems to fit.
***** this!.... I’m just guna eat some spaghetti with an axe.
Loose thoughts Feb 2015
Something feels so wrong,
Getting real confused,
Is it just me or am I
Just being used?

Is it something I lack?
What am I missin'?
I'm in the edge, guna crack,
No one's tryin'a listen,

Every time I realise that,
It turns out too late,
Is this some kinda punishment?
Or just harsh fate?

My heart fiercely shaking,
Tryin'a stop all the aching,
Slowly feeling myself breaking,
So many lies and people faking,

Just a misunderstanding?
Or the plain truth?
I still doubt myself,
Even though there's proof,

No surprise in betrayals,
Just tryin'a deny reality,
Wonder if it's the same with males,
Is this really community?

Why do I keep forgiving?
When I'm the one who's hurt,
Tryin'a avoid a useless fright,
Their logic states they're right,
And suddenly I'm at fault?

The over friendliness I get,
Can't tell if it's an illusion,
Two faced people, I bet,
Trust no one, is that a solution?

What if I hurt someone?
I keep asking, what then?
I end up being that person,
Wounds ripping open once again,

Can't reach peaceful ends,
Just endless twists and turns,
Every path I take just bends,
Nothing left to hold on,
Everything slowly burns.

~A.d | 11 Aug 2014
Cindy Long Aug 2017
I owe you everything.
You taught me with love and reason.
In turn i am better a person and i love you.
And i cannot stand how someone as pure and as friendly as you is guna let something as disgusting and ugly as smoking **** you.
I cannot fathom how you would rather do that and allow it to destroy your lungs to the point of needing removal then to quit and live long enough to watch your grandchildren grow up.
I cannot understand how instead of seeking help in your times of need you will instead shrivle up inside your house and not answer my calls because you dont wanna hear how my children dont even know who you are.
Im sorry that i am selfish and want my mother to be in their lives.
Im sorry that i want you to teach them and love them the way you have done me.
Im sorry i need for you to continue going because i cant imagine a life without you in it.
Im sorry im not okay with your life choices.
Im sorry i love you so much that i dont wanna be without you.
But im not sorry actually. At all. Because i dont believe im wrong.
I dont believe that my views on this arent important.
And i dont believe you when you say everythings guna be alright.
Its not alright?!!
Its not. And im not sorry and im not okay.
Im so angry and aggrivated and sad and hurt and i dont know how to handle it.
Meggghanq1 Aug 2017
Every little while we get a little doubt,
We wonder should we just get out.
But really you were just feeling afraid,
thinking of others who have played,
The damage and marks they made.

Sometimes you just need to be courageous
and stay with that smile that's so contagious.
Because you know what?
Someone's guna really like your ****,
they'll treat you like a princess,
and maybe teach you some chess,
and make you feel better, without stress
even when you look a mess.

You won't worry about who messages first
or about having conversations rehearsed
they'll make you crack a smile when the world's the worst.

If you find someone who you always want to hug
who you always want to bug,
Please go tell them right now they are the best
No more stress.
'I'm HAPPY', I shout!
No more doubt.
Semihten5 Dec 2018
and have never held responsible for flowing blood
the bullets from the guna leaf fell from more branches
share how you mow the wind
leaves from the trees still will not give up
Cindy Long Mar 2018
She stood in the middle of the room, listening to you tell your friends how proud you were of her.
How well she did last night. How...it didn't take much to break her in even though she fought you with all that you could muster.
You gladly, boastfully, spilled out every ounce of soggy, sweaty detail.
How you had worked late and your lips were cracked and your heart was cold when you strode through the door.
How construction was finally done and you knew shed be locked in with nowhere to go.
How you saw her there and didn't hesitate; you didn't even blink. You slugged directly to her and dropped to your knees.
How you braced your forearm firmly against her torso and forced one leg from the other and she gasped.
How you licked your lips and knew your work was cut out for you with her; she had never done this before and you could tell just by how empty she looked.
You leaned back resting on your heals and breathed in deep, getting comfortable in your seat. And continued on.
How you zip tied her legs open so she couldn't slam shut-keeping you from what's inside.
How you gathered all the things you believed you would need and laid them out in front of her so she could see.
How you smiled and said, "Okay, here we go." And she whimpered.
How she stared down in terror like a tower and she knew she was about to get bombed.
How first, you easily and carefully pressed against her just to see how much pressure she could take.
If she couldn't handle your hands then she wouldn't be in store for what was next.
How you flipped up her top and she let out a huge gust of air.
How you nodded and clasped your hand together.
How her legs were heavy and pulled against the ties but they held her strongly.
How you pushed it into her and filled her up.
She was small and not a lot would fit inside her so you had to choose wisely.
How you played with positions and when you found the one that suited you most-you soaked her.
How you thought she smelled so good wet and you knew it wouldn't be long now.
How she hissed as you toyed with her.
How you blew on her and your breath was cold but she still lit up like nothing you'd ever seen.
How she practically exploded in your face and it made you laugh.
You leaned into your armchair-reminiscing on the thought for a second but, quickly finished the tale.
How you poked and prodded her with a long, thick iron and even though she was burning you didn't stop til she was roaring.
How you watched her lungs fill up with smoke and tears roll down her chin but, you couldn't be happier.
How you flipped out your pocket knife and cut her ties allowing her legs to creak shut hastily but you could still see her insides.
How you stepped back and told her you already felt so much better.
How she made you all warm and cozy and that she made this house feel more like a home.
Your friends ooed and awed at the end and smiled and patted her like she had won the game.
But she felt like the loser-small and scared and broken.
And she knew she couldn't escape and that when everyone left he'd come in with a cold heart and she'd be the only thing to suffice.
She closed her eyes and held her breath as she prepared herself for tonight.
To make the biggest fire ever!
So he wouldn't be able to ever make fires in anyone else ever again.
Tonight she was guna burn that ******* to the ground.
If she was going down he was going with her.
She opened her eyes and stared at him from the middle of the room and watched him smile.
And you know what?
She smiled back.
Robert Andrews Jan 2021
When I get outa this mad house
Do ya know where Ì'm guna go?
Straight down the Niagara river to Lake Ontario!
And when I'm finally settled there
There's only one thing I wanna see
That's my blonde haired beauty queen
With her bottle of JD

And we will pass the days away
Staring from the shore
Singing old Led Zeppelin songs
Between trips to the liquor store
All of My Love
And the Lemon Song
And a bit of Stairway as well
I don't know where that one ends
Be it heaven or it hell
But I've found mine
Since I have her
She never done me any wrong
So I will keep on loving her
Between shots and classic songs

I'm for her
And she's for me
Or at least that's my dream
Vacate this crazy house
For a life of peaches n cream

It may be tomorrow
Or as I've said a dream
Either way
I'm happy to say
I got my bottle of JD
Sito Fossy Biosa Apr 2020
KAMU MENGAKU CINTA AKU-Oklasasadu, yang seisi ruh berdiri melamun.
Oklasasadu, yang biasanya menaruh tangan kananmu di telinga kiriku.
Oklasasadu, pendek pun kali luas menguap berbisa tubuh bukan lagi ruh.
Oklasasadu, mana guna jika mungkin tersisa iri, ruh ini sebagai bukti, HANYA tuhan YANG MEMBENCIKU.

Tadi adalah mimpi, saat Oklasasadu terdapat sapa.
Keluar masuk tanpa rasa, Oklasasadu di saat masa yang hening lagi menyapa dia.
Melihat Oklasasadu sepertinya berubah mentega diantara saya.
Setahuku Oklasasadu hanya benci padanya.
Dia pikir Oklasasadu tidak pernah sadar, adanya dia berulah saja.

Bangun siang di tengah malam, ada Oklasasadu berbunyi (a ku la mu nan mu) diulang hingga benar-benar tenang dalam dirinya. Him. Membunuh dengan halusnya empati.
oklasasadu is a diction that was deliberately created by Sito Fossy Biosa to express his frustration with God, disappointment, against God, and the concept of Godhead. ⊙a concrete poetry project⊙

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