Kagaz ki kashtiyon mein kai bar safar kar liya,
ab ek lambi udan bhar lene do.
Aj in bandhe hue pankhon ko khuli hava mein sans le lene do,
kyunki ab girne ka khauff nahin raha.

Daudne mein ab koi maza nahin hai,
kyunki yahan to hava jaise tham si gayi **.
Ab rukne ka bilkul man nahin raha,
aj to toofanon mein sair karne lene do.

Dayron mein rehte hue adhi zindagi guzar gayi,
aj to un hadon ko par kar lene do.
Dar dar ke kab tak khamosh rahoge dost,
zameen par jeet jane mein kuch nahin rakha ,
aj to uchaiyon par jashn mana lene do.

Unke chale hue raston ko kai bar nap liya,
aj mujhe bhi apni pehchan bana lene do.
Kismat ka rona to sabhi rote hain,
aj mujhe bhi apne naseeb ka kora kagaz rang lene do.

Kabhi kabhi to man karta hai ki
un azad parindon ki tarah hava mein bas tairta hi reh jaoon.
Asan to kuch nahin par sochta *** ki
aj namumkin ko hi apna dost bana loon.

Kitabon ke panne kafi palat liye,
aj mujhe bhi do shabd likh lene do.
Hans lene do jinhe hansna hai mere in mazboot iradon par.
Kya samjhenege who is khuli udan ki masti ko,
jinhe kabhi bharosa nahin hua khud par,
aur hamesha rakha tha apne armanon ko pinjre mein kaid kar.

Khule asman mein aj ek bar ud lene do,
kya pata kal wahan bhi zaroorat se jyada bheed **.
Kai dinon ke bad aj ek bar fir azad hone ka man kiya hai
Tod do in bediyon ko, kyunki aj ek lambi udaan bharne ka iraada hai

Seetaro mai akela chaand si thi wo
Foolon ka mehekta guldan si thi wo
Thi nadi jaisi aviral,chanchal
mere dil ka haal si thi wo

Ghani dhoop mai chav si thi wo
Kisi geet ki addaon si thi wo
Thi hava si mehekti, komal
Mere dil ka bhav si thi wo

Beech majhdhaar mai nav si thi wo
Khusian ka pura gaon si thi wo
Thi koyal si meethi,nishchal
Mere man ka abhiman si thi wo

Paido par wo patto waali hari bhari koi daal si thi wo
Holi ke rango mai sabse saadi ek akeli gulaal si thi wo
Thi wadi kasmiri koi
Mere geeton ka sur aur taal si thi wo

Mandir mai wo shankhnaad si,pooja ka prasad si thi wo
Baarish mai mitti ki khushboo,badal ka dharti se sanvaad si thi wo
Thi meri wo beti pyari,usse hi ghar 'harshit' tha
Mere ghar mai sooraj si,Mere ghar ki shaan si thi wo

Thi ab wo jo nahi rahi,aakhir khata kya thi ki usne
mana hi to kia tha na beta shaadi se,
Par dosti ka haath bhi to badhaya tha
Teri Bezatti toh nahi thi ki usne
Fir kyun tune usko har ghar badnaam kia
Dushman na kare,dost hokar tune aisa kaam kia
Chali gayi ab chhod ke mujhko,wo akele jeevan ki saanjh mai
Meri khushiyan,meri duniya,meri pyari jaan si thi wo
Meri pyari jaan si thi wo

Mín trega rapul við vegur av vatnast,
og blóðig gráta niðast báði og mín føvningur.
Mín glæstri oygdur svíkja mín ektaður grunur,
for Í føla so dimmi, álvuligur.
Innan Í skjóla.
Og innan har, Í fella burt, sum um Í hava tær doyggja,
og fella, um enn sum a dreygur fella.

Tú bjarga meg frá sjálvur.
Innan mín dimmi dagur, tú kom for meg.
Mín lethe. Mín ást. Mín vindrongur.
Takkar.

~Translation~

My pain falls by way of tears of water from my eyes,
and ****** tears down both of my arms.
My shining eyes betray my true thoughts,
for I feel so dark, not very happy.
Inside I hide.
And in there, I swooned away, as if I had been dying,
and fell away, even as a dead body falls.

You save me from myself.
In my darkest days, you came for me.
My lethe. My love. My friend.
Thank you.


(Inspired by Turid Torkilsdottir by Tyr and also one small part taken from "Dante's Inferno" The Epic Poem.)

Just what do we know about
Ward Churchill?
That radical agitator,
That Colorado college professor
Most famous for calling
Twin Tower 9/11 dead technocrats
Little Eichmanns.

Noteworthy is the fact that
The United States Supreme Court
Denied certiorari,
Passed on hearing his claim of
Unlawful discharge.
Unlawful discharge?
Sounds felonious and vile:
Like pus laced with *****,
A criminal secretion, like mucus
Smuggled past Customs:
Vaginal contraband.

Sorry, Ward.
We just don’t give a ****.
Your fake Indian pedigree,
Your bogus Vietnam fairytales,
Your phony combat record,
Your forward ops recon
Way out in ******* Cambodia,
Fall flat like Buffalo turds.
You’ve been slick, Ward.
Hired originally to fill
Some gratuitous affirmative action quota,
Denied tenure in two legitimate departments,
You create some ******* academic discipline
For campus freaks & geeks.
Self-appointed Department Chairman,
A fraudulent college professor from the start,
Once tenured, a courageous warrior for free speech.
Describing Native American history as genocide.
Summing up American history as Holocaust denial.
Professor Churchill was all of these things,
And less.
But using the Holocaust metaphor
To anchor one’s fakakta politics?
That was the proverbial last straw,
The camel buster, if you will.
Especially since most of the
Stockbrokers & market analysts
Crushed in the rubble were Jewish.
Hava Nagila, Babaloo!

feelin lazy today,
so you get what you get,
turn the page
move on
learn from your mistakes
be brave
face your fears
footloose and fancyfree
don't run with scissors
smile
stay a while
catch more flies with honey
wrong way turn back
a stitch in time saves nine
when i was your age
no rhyme or reason to it
high road or low road
polly want a *******
click, click, boom
first past the post
i 'm just a smiling sunbeam
barrel of monkeys
to thine ownself be
thank you
what doesn't **** you
hand in the cookie jar
never seen the like
flat out like a lizard drinking
not happy jan!
take a bex and have a good lie down
sunshine and daffodils
slip, slop, slap, put on a hat
life passes by in the blink of an eye
chip on your shoulder
take note
laughter the best medicine
***
brainfreeze
kindness warms the cockles of my heart
if you can't be nice
you did not just say that
umm, ahh,
now you in trouble
quiet now i am watching tv
do not cry
don't spray it, say it
do not tell mum
it was'nt me
hava mint,
please
lol
go to your room
do not pass go do not collect one hundred $$
hello
all the world's a stage... merely players
wanna play
go away busy
want to come over
can i kiss you
push
it's a boy
what a whopper
please i've seen better
do i know you
the dog ate my homework
who now
why am i here
put your clothes on
what goes up must come down
life goes on
is my *** big in this
stop the merry-go-round i want to get off
whatever
i need a dollar
tea anyone
she had a goodlife
sorry
how much
every things coming up roses
what pink pigs flying overhead
snap, crackle, pop
one sugar or two
in case i don't see you
good morning
good evening
and good night
ttyl
out
take a bow you've earned it

feelin lazy today,
so you get what you get,
turn the page
move on
learn from your mistakes 
be brave face your fears
footloose and fancyfree
 don't run with scissors 
smile
stay a while 
catch more flies with honey 
wrong way turn back 
a stitch in time saves nine 
when i was your age 
no rhyme or reason to it 
high road or low road 
polly want a ******* 
click, click, boom
first past the post 
i 'm just a smiling sunbeam 
barrel of monkeys 
to thine ownself be
thank you what doesn't **** you 
hand in the cookie jar 
never seen the like 
flat out like a lizard drinking 
not happy jan! 
take a bex and have a good lie down
pull your socks up!
sunshine and daffodils
 slip, slop, slap, put on a hat 
life passes by in the blink of an eye
stand up straight
chip on your shoulder
 take note 
laughter the best medicine 
*** 
brainfreeze 
kindness warms the cockles of my heart 
if you can't be nice 
you did not just say that 
umm, ahh, now you in trouble 
quiet now i am watching tv 
do not cry 
don't spray it, say it 
do not tell mum 
it was'nt me 
hava mint,
please lol
go to your room 
do not pass go
do not collect one hundred $$ 
hello 
all the world's a stage... merely players 
wanna play
go away busy 
want to come over 
can i kiss you 
push 
it's a boy 
what a whopper 
please i've seen better 
do i know you 
the dog ate my homework 
who now 
why am i here
 put your clothes on 
what goes up must come down
 life goes on 
is my *** big in this 
stop the merry-go-round
i want to get off 
whatever
i need a dollar 
tea anyone 
she had a goodlife 
sorry
how much 
every things coming up roses 
what pink pigs flying overhead 
snap, crackle, n'pop 
one sugar or two 
in case i don't see you 
good morning 
good evening and good night 
ttyl 
out
take a bow you've earned it.

feelin lazy today,
so you get what you get,
turn the page
move on
learn from your mistakes 
be brave face your fears
footloose and fancy-free
don't run with scissors 
smile
stay a while 
catch more flies with honey 
wrong way turn back 
a stitch in time saves nine 
when i was your age 
no rhyme or reason to it 
high road or low road 
polly want a ******* 
click, click, boom
first past the post 
i 'm just a smiling sunbeam 
barrel of monkeys 
to thine ownself be
thank you what doesn't **** you 
hand in the cookie jar 
never seen the like 
flat out like a lizard drinking 
not happy jan! 
take a bex and have a good lie down
pull your socks up!
sunshine and daffodils
slip, slop, slap, put on a hat 
life passes by in the blink of an eye
stand up straight
chip on your shoulder
take note 
laughter the best medicine 
*** 
brainfreeze 
kindness warms the cockles of my heart 
if you can't be nice 
you did not just say that 
umm, ahh, now you in trouble 
quiet now i am watching tv 
do not cry 
don't spray it, say it 
do not tell mum 
it was'nt me 
hava mint,
please lol
go to your room 
do not pass go 
do not collect one hundred $$ 
hello 
all the world's a stage... merely players 
wanna play
go away busy 
want to come over 
can i kiss you 
push 
it's a boy 
what a whopper 
please i've seen better 
do i know you 
the dog ate my homework 
who now 
why am i here
put your clothes on 
what goes up must come down
 life goes on 
is my *** big in this 
stop the merry-go-round,
i want to get off 
whatever
i need a dollar 
tea anyone 
she had a goodlife 
sorry
how much 
every things coming up roses 
what pink pigs flying overhead 
snap, crackle, n'pop 
one sugar or two 
in case i don't see you 
good morning 
good evening and good night
rinse, repeat. set
now see here 
ttyl 
out
take a bow you've earned it

I broke the LCD of his laptop,
and he's putting all the blame on me.
I just sit on his bed,
but I don't know, that bag of his
has a laptop.
Yes I admit, 'cause there's no one
to be blamed.
Yet he's also careless to just leave
his things anywhere.
But where can I find a money
to pay Php 8,000.00?
I don't hava any job yet,
and I'm afraid to tell my parents.
Maybe I will just pay Php 5,000.00
but hoooow?
I don't know, I don't have that money,
if only I am rich. **sigh

Í tykja til hava hvørva mín harvið.
Samalt, Í hygga mín spegling.
Her speiliga!
Dára mín doyggja mannasál,
mín mannasál um stendur á egg av sorl.
Skulu tú bjarga meg?

~Translation~

I seem to have lost my way.
Alone, I see my reflection.
It mocks me!
Captivating my dying soul,
my soul that stands on edge of breaking.
Will you save me?

Sema oldu lacivert,
Sabah vakti olmadan,
Hava gibi olsun dert,
Sabah vakti olmadan!

Şehirleri gidelim,
Meydanları görelim,
Sokakları gezelim,
Sabah vakti olmadan!

Güzel güzel neşeler,
İkram eder geceler,
Duyulur hep nağmeler,
Sabah vakti olmadan!

Yürüyorum yol yok
                                iz yok
Düşünüyorum sen yok
                                   aşk yok
Bir ormana sapıyorum birden
Adımlarımı kaybediyorum
Gözyaşlarımı tutamıyorum
Senden ayrılamıyorum

Adımlarım hızlanıyor
Gözyaşlarım kayboluyor karanlıkta

Birden bir ışık
             Bir umut
                     Gecemi aydınlatan

Bir ay
            Bir yıldız
                      Belki de gözlerin

Hava daha ağarmamış
Gün doğmamış
Işık yok insan yok
Bir ben bir de aşkın uyanık
Göz gözü görmez zifiri bir karanlık
Yavaş yavaş doğuyor güneş
Bitiyor gece
Gölge gibi beliriyor yalnızlığım

Biliyorum karamsarım ama
            Beni hiç sevmediğinin de farkındayım

He went to see the oldboy in the hospital.
It was his job to check in on all the oldboys
and oldgirls that they assigned to him.  
He liked his job very much
the oldboys and/or girls had some of the best stories
or sometimes it was good just to visit with them
and watch the boredom or sadness leave them for a bit,
while they were visiting or chatting.

This particular oldboy was one of his favorites.
The oldboy reminded Jay of both himself and his father in an odd way.
For one, the oldboy had a lot of tattoos
and was always mad about something.
The oldboy had the proverbial soapbox
and wasn’t afraid to stand on it.
Also, the oldboy cussed a lot.
The oldboy was short/fat/bald too,
like Jay’s Pop was and Jay liked,
honestly to see this particular oldboy because
he felt like it gave him a glimpse into his own future.
It didn’t help though that the oldboy liked to smoke
those little blue cigars
and drink a lot of coffee
and whiskey,
because Jay liked, in moderation/sort of,
***** and smoke and cheeseburger sandwiches
and doughnuts
and bacon
and all that stuff that was surely shortening his life.
Jay didn’t like to think about that,
but he liked the look-forward that the oldboy afforded him.

Anyway, the hospital visit came about
and Jay made his way to the third floor
turning left and right scanning the signs
for the right room number.
He found it pretty fast
and made his way to the oldboy’s room.
The room was sad straightaway.
The little closet with the shelves just had a ratty pair of shorts
and a holey tshirt on it.  
The bed was made up tight and clean.
It looked like no one had slept in there the night before.        
There was the oldboy asleep in the hospital room recliner-chair.
He was in his hospital gown and drawers
with ratty old sandals on his feet. His chin was tucked in between his ***** and his gut
and he was snoring loudly.
Hey, Oldboy!
ZZZZzzzz
Hey, Oldboy, ya’wake?
ZZZzzzz
Hey!!  Ya’in here!!??
MMmmhmm?!
Hey, ya okay? Why ya in’here? Whatsamatter? Ya’needsomethin’?
Oh, hiya Jay.
Thanks fer comin’round.
His leftside looks a little hangdog.
They’s tellsa me I’da has had a stroke.
Oh, that’s a ****** shame, Oldboy!  
What the hell’ya gonna do now?
Oh, I’sa don’t right know, Jay.  
I’ma sad shape,
an’ I’ma miss my dog.
Lookit, Oldboy…
I’m calling The State.
I’m telling that they cannot send you
to the house without some extra time for someone to
lookout for you.
They’ve gotta keep someone
keeping  an eyeball on you.
They can’t send you home
with nobody keeping tabs on you.

Hey, that’s a good plan.
In this life ya gotta hava pal
and that pal’s gotta lookowt for ya.
Thanks fer comin’ by, Jay…
MMMhmmmZZZzz.

The Oldboy fell asleep
and Jay talked to some nurses
asking them not to send the oldboy home
until they’d talked to The State
and gotten him some extra help
and they said that they would do that
and they asked Jay to sign a release
and they woke the oldboy up
to ask him if it was okay that they talk to Jay
and the oldboy scribbled his name
on the paper and zonked out
and the nurses talked to Jay
and Jay made ‘em promise to do the good stuff
they said they would
and then he left
and went down the elevator
to the parking lot
and lit a cigarette
and felt sad and sorry
for the oldboy.
*

-JBClaywell
©P&ZPublications

AUSTRALIANS ALL LET US REJOICE

AS WE DRINK A BEER, AND HAVA BBQ WITH MATES

SURE WILL, BE MIGHTY FINE

ACROSS THE CENTRE, OVER AYERS ROCK

AND OVER SYDNEY OPERA HOUSE YEAH

AND DON’T FORGET TO LEAVE A MESSAGE FOR ABBOTT

AND PARLIAMENT HOUSE OH YEAH

I JOYOUS STAINS ON MY CARPET YEAH, WE’LL HAVE TO CLEAR IT UP

AND MAKE YOUR WIFE ENJOY THE ENGLISH WAY, BEER FROM A PARTY CUP

PLEASE YOBBOS, PLEASE REFRAIN, FROM BASHING PEOPLE UP AGAIN

AUSTRALIAN’S ALL LET US SPEW AFTER WE HAVE OUR BEER

OUR MIGHTY PART OF BUDDHAS REIGN, IS SHOWING US HOW TO PARTY

JEEZ, OH GOD OR BUDDHA PLEASE, GET ME A CAN OF BEER

AND BOINCE IT AROUND ON MY BELLY LIKE A FULL BOWL OF JELLY

DADDY IS COMING TO PROTECT ME, IN THE FORM OF AN AUSTRALIAN GIRL

SIX WHITE BOOMERS, SNOW WHITE BOOMERS, RACING BRIAN ALLAN THROUGH THE AUSSIE SUN

TO GET OVER TO THE LAKE FOR THE FIREWORKS, BABY

AND PARTY, ON INTO THE DAY

IN SOUTH AUSTRALIA I WAS BORN YEAH THE WAY, HE HE THE WAY

IN SOUTH AUSTRALIA, PARTY YEAH FOR AUSTRALIA DAY

WE’RE ON THE TRACK WINDING BACK TO THE OLD FASHIONED SHACK

ON THE ROAD TO BEETALOO, WHERE THE KFC IS THERE FOR FINGER LICKING TASTY CHICKEN

BENEATH OUR SUNNY SKY, MY DADDY IS DEAD, BUT STILL MY MUM, STILL LIVES DOWN MY WAY

NO MORE CAN I ROAM, CAUSE I AM HEADING STRAIGHT FOR HOME

ON THE ROAD TO BEETALOO

SINGING, HEY BABY HEY BABY HEY, BOYS SAY, GIRLS SAY

HEY BABY HEY BABY HEY, BOYS HIT THE GIRLS IN THE BACK, WHATS YA GOING TO SAY ABOUT THAT

WHEN I WAS YOUNG LAD I SIT ON THE COUCH

AND WATCH THE AUSSIE DAY FIREWORKS ON THE TELE

YA SEE, ALL THE GREAT AUSSIES WAVING THEIR FLAGS

AND MY BEER GAVE ME A FAT BELLY

THEN AT QUARTER TO 5, THE COUNTRY SAID SON

NO TIME FOR BLUDGING, THERE IS WORK TO BE DONE

COME ON MATE, CLEAN THE BBQ FOR US

SO WE CAN HAVE AN AUSTRALIA DAY CELEBRATION WITH FAMILY

I AM A ROAST POTATO ROAST POTATO YEAH MATE YEAH

I WRITE THESE STORIES DRINKING MY COKE

YA SEE, THE SUGAR IS COMING THROUGH MY BRAIN

AND DRIVING THE WORLD COMPLETELY INSANE

HOT TOMATO HOT TOMATO, PARTY AT THE MALL

PARTY AT THE SITE OF THE OLD SWING HALL

WHERE I LIVE NOW

I AM MENTAL, I AM CRAZY

I DON’T DO NORMAL, I AM REFORMED FROM MY EVIL

BUT DUDES, I DON’T DO BEHAVING EITHER

THOSE MEN IN CANBERRA WHO TOLD ME TO BEHAVE, CAN GET A LIFE

I HAVE TO BE CAREFUL, ABOUT SAYING THEIR JEALOUS, BECAUSE OF WHAT HAPPENED TO ALLANBY

BUT I AM POOR, I DESERVE THE RIGHT TO BE COOL

IF YOU RICH ****** CAN’T HANDLE IT, WOLLOPOLOO

IT’S NOT A WORD BUT IT’S A COOL THING TO SAY

PARTY PARTY PARTY, TILL THE END OF THE DAY

Bu sabah
ne kadar
sıkıcı pencereden bakmak
midesi bulanık hava
hamile martılar
siren sesi
ve yağ kokusu komşuda
sıkıcıyız bu sabah
kibirli ve kızgın
ve ağlamak üzere aynı anda
aynı anda düzüşmekte kediler
cünup akmakta trabzandan
merdiven
viskiyle yıkanmalı artık
ve
infial mevzubahis parkta
iki ergen
dudak dudağa öpüştü önce
sonra gülüştüler
erkek olan tokatı patlattı
diğer erkek ağlamadı bile
ne tuhaf
sosyalleşemiyoruz artık
yarıçıplak kadın resimleri
her yerde var onlar
radyo, televizyon
ve gazeteler
işkence gibi sıkıcı hayat
fasikülleniyor ruhuma
leş kokuyor ağzım
oral faaliyetten
kıçı açık
uyuyor gina yatakta
ve
ve
pembe ceket
almalıyım kendime
ve pamuk şeker geceye
sevişmek istiyorum yine
ve içmek
şarap
sigara
ve yumruk atmak
göğün taşaklarına
işe ve rahatla!
yazmak camın buğusuna
ne kadar sıkıcı bu sabah
ve hayat ona keza
aldanış ve faturası
ipine
güven olmaz kuyular
boşanan çiftler
ve
boşalamayanlar
hırsızlar, pezevenkler
ve cinayet skeçleri

ve çocuklar
dahi planı yaradanın
bi’ onlar geliyor hakkından tanrının...



Vaha

a roman's reply to the greek graffiti concerning nero-χξς... and that seven
headed hydra of roman numerals... I V X L C D M... you hava a reply from rome... u h η μ ν υ, m n w v (ω)... oh look... a "decalogue", alternatively: the 11th of every other month.

the title?
   a common expression
regarding genitalia...
   *zwisa? dangling: a *****.
powiewa? the *******...
           as in:
         swung by the wind
to & fro.
                but it's also an
expression of apathy...
          that thing, beginning
                   with a-,
that says to all pathologies:
well... i'm, out;
    can't be bothered to realise
a sense, for a need, to
employ a psychiatrist, or
a psychologist...
         i deem them confusing
materialists anyway...
          their basis for a psyche?
a sense of freedom, a soul?
just systematisation;
   all they do is throw a unit (ego)
into chaos... and then try to organise
it...
     in clinical terms atheism
isn't discussed... but there's something
more potent than atheism... apathy...
some people would say:
there's nothing worse than apathy...
sure... cut-off the protective
membrane
        that shields you from all sorts of
pathos...
       as one could end up saying
to conclude:
    mi to zwisa, i powiewa...
     (to me it's just dangling,
                    and pendulum honing,
  asking for some breeze to swing it).
- just replace the w with a v to pronounce
it proper, and then
    add some diacritical pointers...
i.e. zvisá (to hide the h),
    approx.? visa... veezah... vißá...
                        and then into povievá,
******* and the bells of notre-dàme...
   otherwise it would be pronounced
the english way, i.e. dame, lady, dane,
danish: to prolong the example
                 of missing diacritic...
   so the e is, but actually isn't there;
well, for the eyes it is, but for the tongue?
n'ah ah...    it's this funny ****
  concerning auxiliary "bilingualism".

don't wanna write bout flowers
don't wanna write bout spring
don't wanna spend a fousand hours
wif words that will not sing

don't wanna write bout love whateva
don't wanna write bout how i feel
don't wanna spend my time and hava
belief that love is real

don't wanna write bout anyfing
don't wanna sit in my room
but i fink of you and like a spring
a fousand poems start to bloom