"otally" poems
People walk. they drive, talk is cheap
like some Red Wine by the gallon my dad bought, often
he was not a nice man to most, what they could not change, they overlooked.
Overnight when the sun rises things,
will have changed as much as they stay the, same,
it will rain somewhere, and as many tear drops will fall from eyes of those with
broken hearts, and those eyes if you looked in them, you would never forget, ever.
Ever sit there on the dewy grass at night or in some Adirondack,
chair, actually in the Adirondacks, and just want to shrink and be small
enough to disappear and travel at the speed of light, with out getting
tangled, under the stars, in string theory.
Totally impossible you think and that may be where all of our problems start, we dwell on the
impossible when the possible is one small step away from you until you get so
close, the impossible becomes I'm possible, I'm possible, repeat and repeat.
Riches, little can be so varied, there are some common ones, money, jewelry, stock portfolio,
there are so many tangible and all most intangible, love, joy, goodness, kindness,
gratitude, notice no mention of war, violence, death enough of that out there, they
are devalued right now, yes, yes they are yes.
You are the best advocate of change I ever met, start with a small, stay close to your heart and close to home, write poetry, take care of yourself and when you find the ONE, take care of each other, there is power in right relationships, now if you have found the ONE, teach your children too, end your day with a laugh and smile, but be alone as little as you need to, teach peace.
Oct 7, 2013
Oct 7, 2013 at 1:05 AM UTC
For me,
You truly,
Care Sir,
My future,
You wished,
Only bright.
But alas,
It's not,
Thoroughly dark,
Sitting here.
And endeavours,
Not sufficient,
Doomed failure.
Priceless moments,
Indeed wasted,
Eastwards staring,
Caring not,
Efforts wasted,
So sorry.
Because I feel so cheated,
Unforgettable are the marks,
Truly loving makes you prone.
But yes Sire,
I'm only debilitated,
Totally not devastated,
Such pains I'm accustomed to.
Wishing an easier life,
Is not for me at all,
Losing myself,
Long I have been.
So hear in night's ears,
I will rise once again.
Feb 21, 2016
Feb 21, 2016 at 9:28 AM UTC
Your presence is benign,
On this planet,
Unto Mars your scent reaches.
Finish the pending job,
Articulation is the work,
Reaching far is your scent,
Tackling this humourously,
Ending this ode I will be,
Doomsday seems to descend.
A rainbow of blood,
Not visible to humans,
Deathly is the scent.
I mean it for real,
Totally serious.
Wasps from hell seem to sting,
As needles of repugnancy *****
Sadness descends for forever.
Himalayas seem to be an escape,
On the change of atmosphere,
Rows of roses are required,
Right now and right here,
In an attempt to save us,
Breathing became hard,
Lost was the will to live,
Early was fresh air needed.
Jan 18, 2017
Jan 18, 2017 at 2:37 AM UTC
For Others:
U nbelievable knowledge
N ew experiences
I nsightful courses
V arious people
E ntertaining places
R elaxing environment
S pontaneous parties
I nteresting theories
T otally worth it
Y our new life
For Me:
U nbelievable stress
N ew finances
I nsightful worries
V arious fears
E ntertaining breakdowns
R elaxing insanity
S pontaneous meltdowns
I nteresting pills
T otally crazy
Y our new hell
Aug 24, 2015
Aug 24, 2015 at 12:43 AM UTC
I know of a Nomad people there.
They would even marry kids,
About 8 year olds I refer to here,
Lay them in the desert sand,
**** them they would every night.
Alas, a new creed was started,
Bet they do for camel derbies,
Often they Halal their necks,
Up they drink camel blood,
Totally exploiting their women.
Them we fear the most,
How shameless they are,
End their hatred will never.
My indication is towards them,
Unintelligible who have become,
Slim are their famished girls,
Listening is the entrapped Shiva,
I know that He'll be finally free,
Many still repeat the enchantments,
So dumb they circumambulate anti-clockwise.
An effigy of Ravaņa is afire annually,
None of his descendants is brave,
Demean they the Hindus therefore.
Them the world fears on this day,
Harmony is harmed by them,
Escaping them is not possible,
I mean that they are everywhere,
Regal they think that they all are.
Originating in Hinduism,
Road to heaven they have lost,
I too got visions from heaven,
Go to the mausoleum & break it,
Ignore what the world says,
No followers of Maha Maada,
She was a demon princess originally.
Aug 3, 2017
Aug 3, 2017 at 4:46 AM UTC