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T­his poem is self translated version of my Hindi language poem titled "शिव स्वरूपं" published in pratilipi on (Dec. 2017) Can be read through the link ==>> https://bit.ly/2P4j7vE
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That face of Lord Shiva is most beautiful in which he holds Ganga in his hairs
The Moon feels blessed by beautifying the head of Shiva as a glittering crown

The Serpants also became jewellery by themselves and decorated his blue neck
Shiva holds the trident on one hand and plays the Damroo from the other one

He has seated himself on a mat of Tiger Skin and rubbed pyre ash on his body
He has left elephant and the horses and decided to travel on an old Bull Nandi

By such an amazing face form, he is always ready for the welfare of devotees
The cruel and wicked have always been afraid of his eldritch face and form.

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Shiva (See Line 1): A God (The Destroyer) in Hindu Mythology
Ganga (See Line 1): The Holy river whose flow and speed is controlled by the coiled hairs (Jatas) of Lord Shiiva
Damroo(See Line 4): A sort of musical instrument ( Pellet Drum )
Nandi((See Line 6)): A bull in Indian mythology who is the vehicle of Lord Shiva

through the sidewalks
they all gather round
only lurking

should I speak in publicity's turf
indeed my tongue would suffer its bravery

shoulder softly sways
crossing paths along another
a hats tilt their only response

one hand dangling before them
like serpents oh so welcoming
one hand posing behind them
withering with devotion to hypocrisy

they do not posses ears to listen
they do not desire eyes to see

so I write about them
with these soundless words

Serpants slide over the Earth,
and consider it but a task.
I hope my poetry will glide over paper,
like a little snake through grass.

I once had stars for eyes
a draw a pull inescapable
and you would drink from my river
and bath in my waters

At my lowest beneath the surface
I can be so sharp and jagged
and my easy floater couldnt hack it
his feet searching for shore

The current strong
as I pushed him along
A ride not soon forgotten
and mercifully I spit him out

But he'll still have to face my serpants

He wore a stripped shirt
that resembled the twist of serpants
though he smiled warmly his eyes were
steady on the dollars
placing labels and badges on all
the soldiers fighting to pay rent
and live in times so far from purpose
I kick back and watch him scribble
false notice
prescribing a pill to every effect from
this life
its left me purging
I hate the institutions
the corrupt unjust
sick ***** sedating my
passions and
numbing me up
smart went to another place
outside your local village where
the villians mix the chemical
perserves in your children's fillings
I cant help the way I percieve what
I have seen
I cant help that my fall from innocents
was rougher and obscene
I cant stop thinking of the misuse
of power and money mongers
I want to burn the kingdom
hoping it'd grow back to something better
misguided we walk off cliffs and to the slaughter
or we come back as our fathers paper back novel
excellence for me has fallen to resistence
because I simply cant stand this kind of exsistence
go ahead and direct me to another perscription
corrupt everything in my mind that makes me human
I'm ODD to the extreme !
I reject most of you and the latest thing
and now this man sits here
telling me I'm sick and spiraling
as he shakes hands with satan
defiling minds from eyes that only see green
and I pay my way to see this jackal conspiring?!
You can keep your advice your diagnoses and the dice
I'll leave you now to gamble with the rest of the villager's lives

Let them stand tall for now
One day they're gonna fall
Count to 10
You'll feel alright
Move on, let's do our thing
**** them for not getting down to our music
They're not worth getting angry over
Let this spark keep us going
Let it happen
Time goes by whether we hate it or not
Let it happen
May the serpants hiss at our misguided ways
You thought you'd be happy by now
Well you're not
The cold reality is that **** doesn't change
But it will happen
Our vices control our nature
Spread the solitude
But anyways
***** homophobes & ******* patriots

Twining
these wings in diversion

I've elapsed..

there Is no misreading

these wings exhaust

breaking away

to the milky way moon
and dark ivory sea
with swaying hips
glowing by the glint
in a raven vault of heaven

..

vapor
lanced inside me
like a helix

and your lambent visage
is etched by our waves

you endure
emptiness with you

except
the delicate rosey interior you
had coveted in the passed

you had set free the anchor

and forsakened the charity

depleted blue reflections
grow vaguely in my hand

so i bandaged up my box
of its battered soul ,
and i stitched myself shut

and i abandoned your escape
of memory

[ ||. ]

hostile. incisive. and sunkened
in this entity i revered
you will somehow
breathe me into exaultaion
for the final time
-before all else maybe-

you and I
two serpants intertwine
we brutaly encircle as one

you are the zeal
no more

in the act of the dying beat

i lay it to rest
as you dreamed

one of these nights
it will shatter skyward
it will tred lightly in your inkling
in baptizems of sand
in torrents of blood

~

in each other

languishing

missing you.

© S.T. Rebel of Eden

Marionette

Marionettes made to do with hands on strings
Serpants smiling squirming savage stings
A hope for justice as the pendulum swings
You're in the arms of dark angels that sing

Coarsing through your blood is acid
The road now you walk a different passage
Woman born of the masses
Take all charge and learn to savage

The strings are cut as she thinks better of it
Wading through cat **** and smelling dog ****
Left burning beside the road is a pigs body and a black leather outfit
She smokes a cigarette her only habit

They know not
what's inside your fragile heart
losing your future a la carte
not to depart from platinic love
a pure chemistry of beautiful art
a sharp saw cannot cut
of the true love that lasts like trust

They know not
I'm climbing the hill to see cloud nine
like commendos ready to fight as they're deployed
crossing stromy ocean destined to enjoy
I'm not letting you wander into the labyrynth
where there is the twisted serpants
their fangs full of toxic substance

They know not
how to plan best for your future
suffer like a cancer cachexia
I'm striving to find a way how to cure
blowing through an embouchure
seven times around the fortress wall closure
making sure it will fall as in book of Joshua

[ 18 January 2018 ]

"If A Man's Home is His Castle" this is another musical number I wrote for "Mister Gates and the Return From Nowhere"

If a man's home is his castle
Then I am a king who's been dethroned
A man has his dreams in this world to dazzle
To carve his name into the stone

My life has always been merry
Well ordered, yes some might say
But I've reached the age where
Life has stopped giving
And instead has taken away

If a man's maids are his servants
To obey his each and every command
Then they all have turned into serpants
And I haven't a leg to stand

What other life do I know
But a life of morals and merit
What more may I teach to mold the breed
So one day they might inherit?

If a man's own wife is his queen
To rule each day by his side
Then why must the queen in her way intervene
And mistake my judgement for pride?

A man has dreams, goals, ambitions
To etch his name into time  
To leave his mark into life's own arch
But the man is stripped from his prime

If a man's home is his castle
Then I am a king who's been dethroned
I've never once asked for this hassle
And it feels as though I must suffer alone