amid the home city
in a tent
of boxes
a tune about the homeless
rant

I gave a guy with a sign
at the convenience store twenty dollars
the other day
wondering what he did with it

often wonder the political ramifications
is that disincentive
I may have ruined him

did he go buy a rock crack up
and fall out of his
abstinence

maybe I should have given him
ten dollars
**** I feel guilty

It was a graveyard and overcast sky
and I sat with book and accordian in hand,
hearing the world with its screams
swallow up around me.
The people whom I had loved and lost,
Papa with his silver eyes
Mama her sharp tongue and tough love
Rudy whose hair the colour of lemons
and questioned why, the living and dead,
worlds apart, yet both did not have a choice.
I stood and screamed so that everything shook
the burning rubble and ash and dust
willing my words to bring it all back
but it did not come, and my breath rose in gasps.
Death had looked me in the eye and said,
“It’s not time yet.”
I would shut my eyes to the world
only decades later.
I will understand that there was hate and pain
there was sadness
but even more so, there was love and joy.
I will know that the people I loved had reason
to kiss goodbye
whether it was their own hurt
or saw it as a necessity,
but they were never truly gone from me
always somewhere nearby,
in the thick and thin
frail and worn
of times.
I would learn
to forgive Death that day.
I will understand that
and I will be hurt,
but I will be okay.

~

Not all deaths are sad.
Some, meant to ease their own pain,
Are called freedom.
While some,
Meant to ease the pain of others,
Are called love.

© BT

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you sit
bare feet
in deep water
to look into the sky
trying to get answers
for why the crystal clears
the water
has an abundance of pearls

in deep water
where you sit
bare feet
so crystal clear
the fishes touch you
with new sensation each time

not giving you some aqua pressure therapy
but a touch by their natural movement
if you know the answer
then for what are you waiting for ?

After all, that splendid or wonderful or exciting happens
just remember those that brings simple little pleasures,
following one another softly,
like pearls slipping of a string

Experience this chill of winter
then cherish the warmth of brightness
please,just, do not look to the sky
This is the beauty that comes from pain
and that pain is the source that gives us pleasure

~~~Jawahar Gupta~~~

She was made up of earth and poetry
a silk garden of flames
that bloomed flowers of soft lust
the sun had adorned her skin
with small kisses that stained her face
with stars shaped like freckles
and the moon wove its magic
from the colors of her eyes
she was goddess and muse and woman
and all the things that made life feel beautiful
her blood ran with the indigo rivers
along the mountains of eternities horizon
and she hypnotized with slow poison
from the drunken haze of midnight ***
and her velvet lips could mend the broken
and raise the dead with just a dream of a kiss
and she only had to show the skin of her neck
to make fools out of mortal men
who let prayers of sin seep from their hardened
and wanting desire to know who she was
under her jeans and shirts and nakedness
when she unfolded and dripped and moaned
and took and gave and offered and devoured
from light morning kisses and drowsy eyes
to bending over the kitchen sink
with just enough skin exposed
to plow and grunt through the day
and fall into frenzied sheets
of ***** deeds under the moon
and exposed secrets of lost pleasures
only known by those that have swallowed
the fires of sin and the blood of honey
and in the aftertaste she lingered
with a hint of her earth and poetry

Grace was slick at Woodstock
don't know what she looks now
I keep picturing her in that white outfit
belting out
"Don't you want somebody to love"
in perpetuity

such a funny word!