Web of wood

Lose sands refused to part

As I strolled

Tired, weary, hand in hand

Dying, but not yet dead

Grains between my eyes frozen

Framing the moments slipping by nimble

Not guilty of its smudged verses

Sketches the silhoutte of our being

Do the sands not part,

it is relieved

that our tale is turning

A weightless feather

The last sign of life I saw

Was a fading light and a lonely marionette

Both hanging lifeless by a tree

Hanging by its branches too

Was I

Like questions
in a web of wood...

It ain't easy

Don't return to feel too blue when the rainbow's secrets are over.. You will see the games where the winner never wins.. And I don't feel anything sometimes... But a chill down my spine, a hair raising rush on my wet arms, a drunken dime down the light... Darker,emptier and simpler... The blankness with which my eyes shrink.. music is what feeling sounds like.. when I air guitar on the road.. and it sounds just right.. to me.. And then I feel right too... But when I close the open hand because one loves.. and I don't feel anything I can only reciprocate.. Out of damp and gloomy days, out of solitude, out of loveless words directed at me, conclusions grow up in me like fungus: one morning they are there, I know not how, and they gaze upon me, morose and gray... And then I feel .. I feel I am tired and I am attacked by ideas that I conquered long ago.. And I walk.. then can I think I feel.. And in a casual stroll through the lunatic asylum I felt that faith does not prove anything.. and now I don't feel anything..

Paint-her

colors love me tender as I cover the naked canvas
with soft cotton threads
of scarlet and blue catching silver clouds
from imaginations glorious skies
softening them with the mist from my eyes
smothering their raw smell
all over my slender hands
like a child carefree
caressing the gentle clay
a sculptor worshipping the untidy mud
nature before its creation

colors love me tender
as I borrow the dawns sheen
bring the unsung shadows to light
walk with the unborn beings
who brawl and make love
in the dark shaky streets
of my velvet chaotic mind
running my hands over their dim faces
to recognize love from angst

colors love me tender
as the crimson drop of blood
from my scratched wound
swims through the dried creeks of my palm
leaving a faint chill on my fingertips
before varnishing a grey worn out mould
I search their nascent eyes
For my most precious fresco
the one that exists in a mocked dream
the one ill never paint

Click clutterbug

Frames of life per second
Relentless on a clock of bleeding time
I need a degree of perception
A lens view of all that I have seen before
A streak of light that brightens up all the I don’t wanna see
Of blushing love, blinking eyes, hanging tongues
I wish to click

She gets up with a bottle of water
from the sewer of forgotten excreta
I try to put it between
her shirt and her skin
and that is what I probably want
And I click

I gulp down the evil
and I choke good
It makes me a tourist in other people’s reality,
and eventually in mine.
It rubs me the wrong way
It makes a ghost out of people

Sucket List

Under an old brass paperweight
is my list of things to do today

I cross 'em off as I get 'em done
but when the sun is set
There's still more than a few things left
I haven't got to yet

Go for a walk, pay my little share
Take a deep breath of mountain air
Put on my glove and play some catch
It's time that I make time for that
Wade the shore and cast a line
Look up a long lost friend of mine
Sit on the road and give the sky a kiss
Start livin', that's the next thing on my list

Raise a little hell, laugh 'til it hurts
Put an extra five in the plate of those red light birds
Call up myself just to chat
It's time that I make time for that
Stay up late, then oversleep
Show myself what I mean to me
Catch up on all the things I've never missed
Just start livin', that's the next thing on my list

Under an old brass paperweight
Is my list of things to do today

Solution

Run over by surreal substance, walking to go no where.. an atempt to snatch my support i kicked right into the blurr of what i could call a human body , sereneding fear , adrenaline rush i felt numb. They walked away and i kept standing.. still waiting for them to apologise.. i withstood i donno wat... A fight over some smoke that did leave a lot of it behind.. Sometimes my believes are left with not much life to support them.. sometimes i return the favour by saying I really don't know wat I believe in..

Tears Age

A country splintered by religion
Torn by anarchy
Heretics burned for their derision
of the holy See
years on

World, do you recall
Just what happened then
Gentlemen and Gentlewomen
Let into the pyre
years ago

Let's think
Images of war
Flashing swords, burning eyes
the ruins upon the hills
Mountains and red turned the snow
years on

I dont know which year it is
I am complaining bout the same things
Years on

Blind
Apathy
Forgotten
A part of history

To blind to see that religion's free
Believe what you believe
Established Dickheads still don't agree
years on

Hunted
Persued
Burnt
Marched
into the fire
Oh, then!

I dont know which year it is
I am still complaining bout the same things
Years on

Mad madder Maddest

I shut my eyes and all the world drops dead
I lift my lids and all is born again.
(I think I made you up inside my head)
There are some nights
when sleep plays coy,
Everything will change.
The only question is
growing up or decaying.

We eat up artists like there's going to be a famine.
One paints the beginning
of a certain end.
The other,
the end of a sure beginning.
I took a deep breath and listened
to the old bray of my cigarette.
I am.
I am.
I am

God topples from the sky
I fancied he'd return the way people said,
But I grew old and now I don't remember his name.
(I think I made you up inside my head)

Put a war on war

But I was dead, for an hour or more
I woke when they had already past my door
Crouching to their guns
Hunting for eyes still left with life
Choppers and humans dropping from the sky I thought I just tripped into the high

Smouldering iron rods going through your brain
I wondered if I would see you again
I hear a dying voice of duncical opinion
And I don't agree with you But what do you know Of all the erratic visages that I put on my face
A tribute to the need for chaos

And I want to take a morning bath
not in blood for a change
As the street lights fade out with dawn,
I wish I had a sniper rifle to shoot them, sudden death
Transgression in a blazing flash.
Slow decay is painful and gets boring.
Relentless news on T.V.
Same feelings day in day out.
Boom.
Probably that’s what we need
But hey! That’s what we got now
And you still are complaining
I am laughing a sterilised laughter
Glued to the headlines
Water crawls incoherent over dead bodies
The news anchor shouts What’s going on!
Temme what’s going on! Hey miss! Don't you know your the next to die

A blinding streak of light would be better than constant sunshine.
And you are asking me to raise a vote tomorrow
Stand in rows to get my voice right
To detect and elect
The one from these many
The one’s who are worse than many
Though! I think YOU should go!
Go! go!
Complete all your stale grocery shopping
and underwear washing under in a split second.
With due respect to your fine taste..!!

Everyone is taken to kingdom of heaven. Butterfly departs. Snake's hunger is satiated. The lights go out. And I am happy for the one’s killed
The body is clean and shining as a diamond. Darkness is saved for idleness and chaos Chaos cleanses everything.

Noisy Peace

My first sense of life was that of motion, of being lifted, and I don't remember the beating of my mother's heart. Then, as consciousness pressed, I turned in the radiance of the father's mind I had not known. When I closed my eyes I could feel the world spin. When I reached out I could feel the breath of care. Bound, within my blood, was their love, their burning and their discordant apathy of not getting to bring me up.

Yet time makes ravens of us all and swiftly, it seemed, I fled from their grasp. The sea was a glass. The sky an immeasurable path.

Guided by the knowledge of not knowing I journeyed fettered, free. And as all before me, I have questioned, grateful for the privilege of being able to ask: What is my task? Why do we exist? All answers produce the pain of recognition, emptiness and joy.

To prey upon stillness,
to suffer dawn
To bow before God I don't believe in,
to meet his grace
face to face
To unveil space,
to be spirited away
To lift a child
into the reigning air
where the voice of life
chirps like a still bird..

Fall apologies

She stood
By the floral fountain
Serenading the air
With lust for life
In the golden land she chose
To drink the passions
And feast with the distant brothers

Soft cool mist
Jeweled in her blonde hair
Camouflaged
From estranged footprints
Lending sparkle
To her wandering eyes
amazed
at the indifferent man
staring at her
from behind the tints
on lavish windows and polarized faces
she walked through
the quivering shadows
of unknown alleys
hesitant to welcome him
sifting cold glances
for a soft whiff of warm breath
searching for a faint sliver
in hushed lips
a muted sigh
lending freedom to a tender embrace

her ears stayed silver
waiting for the easy rhythm of tides
her heart stayed scarlet
whispering to him a cold lullaby

my presence is its own apology!

Heartbreaker

And yeah I got stuck
nodding my head the wrong way
listening to whatever you say
thinking it would end
even though the only word I seem to use everywhere
is the vicious circle

Frail under the spotlight I mean to say many things Things which must sting Things which might make you laugh

I changed
I changed a lot
but you don’t even look towards me
You don’t pay no heed
You think there ain’t no such need
And I don’t blame you
I made You believe I am all yours to be saved
And I’d like to believe so too

Now that all seems fragile
and a house of cards
we sweat to keep from falling
There was no effort to begin with
And now all we do is make efforts to save it

I am complaining
And so are things I have known
They aren’t happy
and they aren’t mine

I always thought

It was not courage but liberty that kept me from saying this.. No sooner than the moment of realization reckoned, I knew.. A myself needed no liberty, only courage... But Being myself,..Was only a fantasy...So then,I meant to say a lot of things... But now,I only intend to drop a few slick limericks.... About politics and unattended children tripping over wires.

What shit!

The last page

Listening to pieces of ripped music
following the names calling some
rolling on the back bench
things past us above us
drawing pictures of all that we saw
or wanted to
coarse and pouring patches of sun
believing in all that made sense
and more in what did not
of wet stars
of no moon
no morning to follow
no night good enough to die
school, college
past two decades
am still cribbing
about the lack of things
about the existence of some
lying here on my will
thinking I will
flipping through
the diaries of invisible monsters
One day, ah one day
Will I hear the god's song
Will I feel the angel's sigh
Will I know when the candle melts
When the last drop of wax
Falls into the infinite unknown
We did not know it then
I do not know it now
My history
seems of things which were too fragile
to survive me
to survive time
Never to be relived again
Not in a child's smile
Not in a fireflies lumination
Not in a pupae bursting to freedom
Not in a snake's hiss
Not in my life

A very thing

What would you do if you felt stuck somewher? Like when you are trying to cross a road and in the middle of it suddenly the traffic starts flowing in from both the sides? Would you duck and run to the other side or wait for the traffic to stop?

Ever heard of a limbo? There are thousands of souls at one oint of time so unaware of eachother's existence, so content in their falacies. I am not saying that this place really exists1 Ah! that's a gas! It's not really from yours or mine- we all got our personal limbos to construct.

We try and make ourselves and thus spend our entire lives in doing so. Making ourselves comfortable and trying so hard that we ultimately forget what we were here for. Yes, I have earned my disillusions.

Flawless Suspect

Traits of belief
from a mother
to her son
From a father
who loves to run
A father of me
A father of her
Roaming in the desert
in leather boots with spurs
The journey is been
etched on his skin
Till the returning
Imagine all people
places n moments u know
Not gone not dead
But have never been
Would you not choose to live
for the fear of it?
Stories of misbelief
from a mother
to her daughter
From the father
reproducing carnage
But you would rather not believe
There was so much more to live..

Carrest

Here
comes my baby
dressed in apathy
Oh! So cute!
She looks
quite crazy
wearing
her hollywood boots.
She
wants to drive
my hot brand new car.
And if it can’t fly
it aint fast enough.
When the car
came
crashing down lives
She seemed to have had all the fun
I wanted to cry
but
tears wouldn’t come!

Virginal priority

I have no point of view.. I have no point to you.. And i don't have to prove it to you.. yes i don't believe..yes i refuse to preach and am no one to tell you what is right.. nothing which is right for me is not wrong for me.. and yes i fail myself when i say i am an individual.. and that you are one.. i live thinking am at the top of the world when the world is revolving and every once in a day i am below everyone.. yes gravity keeps my feet down.. and probably saves me from flying off one day.. before you call me someone who would want to dictate your life by what goes right in my mind.. Lemme save you the hardwork.. I write and hence i think.. I think and probably i might be.. The questions are never enough and they never end.. Because the ones I ask are never answered...

Yes nothing is gonna change my world.. not my protests.. not your futile attempts at sanity.. not your jaded sullness.. not your emberial aura.. not my sensational sense.. verbal abuse.. the words you use.. I see through the plaited patience.. painted shallowness.. not your words.. these historic words hurled right at me.. And when I refuse to move.. I am not trying to prove.. Because probably people are at their wrongest when they are trying to prove themselves.. to whom i don't know.. and why i don't know either.. So perhaps nothing makes me different from you.. And nothing makes me.. me! And when the numbness of my feet travels to my brain.. I confess my black skies are trapped in a satirical fantasy.. And that when I decide to walk away from you and digress from your defined roads I am just berating a choice that is grounded in subversity..And if you were thinking this to be against you .. Well yes it is.. You betray me.. Language you whore!

Enter my kitchen
Ive got hop head soup for grease
Scratchin like a tom cat
Got a monkey on my back
Im gonna push and pull
And howl like wolf
And drive my brain dead
I've got medication,
honey I've got wings to fly
Ive got horse hoof tea
To buzz you like a bee
Gonna blind the evil eye
Push and pull with me
Funky jammin free
Strut your funky stuff
Im not yours, youre not mine
Gimme more of that jailbird pie

If not now..

If not now then when

If not today then

Why make your promises

A love declared for days to come

Is as good as none

You can wait 'til morning comes

You can wait for the new day

You can wait and lose this heart

You can wait and soon be sorry

Now love's the only thing that's free

We must take it where it's found

Its on its way to become costly

If not now what then

Search, look out, living
Always feeling

Always thinking

The moment has arrived

Are you such a dreamer
to set the world right
I will always stay in the room
where two plus two make five

My you

I've waited too long to have you,
Hide in the back of me,
I've cheated so long I wonder,
How you keep track of me,

You can never be strong,
You can only be free,

And I've never asked for the truth,
but you owe that to me,

I've entered a game of pricks,
With knives in the back of me,
Can't call you or on you've known,
A while they're attacking me,
I'll climb up on the house,
Weep to water the trees,
And when you come calling me down,
I'll put on my disease

You can never be strong,
You can only be free,

And I've never asked for the truth,
but you owe that to me,
I've never asked for the truth,
But you owe that to me,
I've never asked for the truth,
But you owe that to me ..

Herstory

Check what you are saying?
Watch what you will mean today?
Don’t let ‘em look at you
Listen to what they say
Listen to what they say
Listen to what they say
Don’t think about it!
Why can’t you go out shopping with your girls?
Watch TV like everyone else?
Get a job and girl stop dreaming
Give up all their books, they are crazy!
Why do you need them anyway
God! I can’t believe she is smoking!
We don’t deserve to have a daughter like this!
How will we get you marrie doff?
Did you hear that? She wants to move out!
It’s all you fault, you’ve spoilt her
Didn’t I tell you to sent her to a boarding school?

I am switching..
Off!!

Time will say nothing but I told you so
Only you would know the price you gotta pay
If I could tell you I would let you know
Should we weep at the sight of a crippled child?
but we should stumble when the music plays
Time will say nothing but I told you so.
what if quick sand is all that holds on to you
suppose all that we know gets up and go
Will time say nothing?
But I told you so
Because I know you more than I would want to know
If I could tell you
I would let you know

Walk without me

And then I hear a song
which takes me away
from that sun set
that is just a button away
Broken smiles,curious faces
no sea shores
but we go for a stroll
in the lame streets
near our house
room
four walls
We walk
licking, dropping, slurping
tracking taste of time that ticks
moments frozen on a stick.
Oh! there it drips
For whatever we do
we may
nothing holding us together
we hold it and play..

Camouflage

How important
to be right
right even when
you are left!
To know
what you are talking about
and
to talk
only when you know
to
have a point of view
all the time
about every fucking thing
not being a vicarious spectator
but to have a view
to not just
view
but
interpret, deconstruct,
present,
represent
talk,talk,talk
kill the brain
Or else you don’t earn
But u got to earn!
I don’t ever seem to
ever,never
Here, its spent
the last piece of paper
in my penniless pocket
to smoke
the last cigarette of the day..

Bloody Remote

Good Ol’ Big brother isn’t watching
he is singing and dancing
he is pulling rabbits out of a hat
He is holding
your attention
every minute you are awake.
he is making sure
you are always distracted
he is making sure
you are fully absorbed
hi is making sure
your imagination withers
untill its as useful as your appendix
And
this being fed
its worse than being watched.
With the world always filling you
no one has to worry what’s on your mind
With everyone’s imagination
Atrophied
No one will ever be
A threat to anything!!

Would you know

Everyone is in their own personal coma
That body lying there
I saw through the little window
You saw it through that little window
The distance you and me travelled
through and not out
that little window

sugarless whispers in her eyes
warm bruises in her last breath
don’t take what I don’t need
don’t say what I don’t mean
I hear more than
what I like to
so I boil my head in humour
laugh at all that I can’t change
throw all of it in fire
No way you silence me
because you can’t
you are
that body lying there...

Mark et

Markets are weird places. There is plight in her red dress. She carries bags of trivialities. She carries her baby to her chest. She had paid for both. She wants to see green before the burning yellow. I don’t know why. May be .. may be she is colorblind.. she wakes up to this face. Every morning.. without warning by a drowning scream.. she heard.. in her fluid dream. She sees dark circles on her face of clay.. cracks on her lips which she never opened to say. She hasn’t paid for either…

same difference

Screaming faces
Bloodshot veins
Look at me
From TV. towers
Through the mirthy rain
And I let your bullet
pass through me
going six feet under
I think I will be free.

Standing in the line of fire
Guilty of a suspect faith
This chaos, this silence
It skins me alive
No fickle dream
No frail desire
Till my own bullet
Pierces me
Going six feet under
I think I will be free..

Spike in my vein

In this
strange ridge of practicalitiesif you go
to find terrains
that would
suit your nervous system
you are bound
to bruise yourself
and
bleed through
your eyes
when you see
the over ornated
storehouses
in which
they would kill
to lock
your illusions away..

Stumble B

Bullets
Butterflies
Bombs
Boundaries
Baggage
Been there
Done that again.
This way
That way
No way
One way.
The curtains drawn
Under the dying light
Words misunderstood
Live placed in boxes
Blind world fluid
Hysterical sans pretender
Wide eyed reality
To fit eccentricities
In a cylinder..

Bla blada blada

Rejection
I can’t stay put
To a particular thing
A line, certain words
Or even everyday life
For too long..

Even a moment
Seems too long
Thought of getting a tattoo done
I can’t stay put
Maybe
Rapid, fluid, steroids,
Acid, morphine
Momentary
Not temporary.
The hours slither like a snake
Minutes become seconds
Like a butterflies flutterby
Don’t think I have too much time
LeftSpent

Blood bounce

Filled up
till my throat
throw up
throw them
out of my system
out with your system
Out!
shout!
U don’t have a different story to tell
Abuse a child
in the dark quarters
of an auditorium
where sits
an old man with broken glasses
reciting
In a grave voice
beautiful shakesperean sonnets
I don’t think
it’s courage
rather liberty
that kept me from saying this
saying this yet again..

All to busy boarding

old lady sits by the gate
knitting dirty clothes
Everybody gets their breakfast
Her dinner is on the roads

All too busy boarding

Girl in the second hand nightie
with bruises on her brain
dips her thumb in the cream
and sucks is over again
All too busy boarding

Rotten Row

In rotten row
a cigarette
I sat and smoked with no regret
For all the shit that had been
The distances were still to be seen
And streaked with shadows cool and wet
The soundless sand; but the work and debt
Fair flowers and falling leaves between
And I may very well forget
In Rotten row
Thus I
Pass by
and die
As one
Unknown
And go
In Rotten row..

Hell Oh Everybody!!

Wrote a song for everyone
Didn’t think about anyone
thought about
that black in blue
wasn’t quite singing my favourite tune
thought about killing your fame
(homicidal urges is my middle name)
thought some more

Everyone!
this is a song for you
Kindly don’t take it seriously though
May be I like you
Well I don’t
but that isn’t of much consequence
Presumptous me!

Thinking I could write
for you
presumptous me!
thinking I could write too
Forgive me folks
and forget yourself
I have had a shot or two..

Argh..

Gypsy woman told my mother
before I was born
You gotta boy child coming
He is gonna be the son of a gun
He is gonna make a pretty woman
The world’s gonna ask you
What is it?
But you know
You know my name
I am your hoochie coochie man
And yeah I am a woman
at almost everything..
Gypsy Woman said..

Blissing

Sun struck moments
of the arriving night.

I stand by the room
and everything looks perfect
from far away
I walk into
the most imperfect spaces
feeling like
a puzzle piece made of clay

I break into silence
from the crack in your eyes
a mirror reflection
of me
waving from such great heights
Come down now
and we will stay..

Stray dogs outside on the street scrounge around for food, with their tounges hanging out all day

Man's best friend Littered like beggars in the alleys, hated by people who sleep in the same condition as them...

I feel noisy..

Goldfish

The Moon ambled
Lent light to my stream
You didn't loose me in darkness

The song floated
Lent music to your footsteps
I didn't loose you in silence

The water dried
In my stream
The blood dried
In your veins
Dead, alive
We'll stay forever bounded
By soft touch of isolation

You, bathed in gold
I, tattooed in black

U too

A grey crow perched on a lamppost
sunshine behind his back
makes me believe its black
the silent ring of the telephone
gives me questions
the answers i already know
they called me to say
hey man, what you doing to Yourself
hey man, I care
look at her feet
she walks down the blocks
blankly looking at
the cobblestones on the street
they called me strung out
hey man, what you doing to yourself
hey man, just shout
give me one more day
i wanna know
wat is that i wanna know
i think i know
i just don't wanna say!

Epiphany the sound i know

Have u heard
the light bouncing off
the walls in your room

The recitals of
Floating droplets
In her eyes
Carving A smooth immaculate shape
Of a slow dying heart

Whispering
Languid unsung melodies
of a child
untying himself
from the umbilical cord
drunk chimes of faint good byes
of friends leaving
for a distant feastin
the golden country
the soft rustle of leaves
lazy sigh of zephyr
applauding the distant birdson
cloud's highway
the shadowy tolls of nights crusade
with her caucasian warriors

muted thud
of a child's trampled clay house
Have you heard
a shattered reality..

RANTINGS

Na, it’s not true
when they tell you
That you were born
when the sky was blue
That you would live
dance to the unsung melodies
That you would grow
to catch frills and bows
That you would smile
when the clowns get high
That the only thing that matters is lie
And they would kill you
if you refuse to die

Drugged

A star
Behind its own light
A shadow
Burgeoning from its own darkness
A mirror
Reflecting its own glory
A pretence
Behind its own mask
a thief
of his own emotions
a time
in its own space
a chapter
in someone else's book
a pawn
of its own destiny
a zephyr
of its own breath
a journey
of its own galaxy
a lone wolf
behind his own pack
a shimmer
finding its own diamond
a tick
in someone else's mind bomb
a club
in someone else's deck
a façade
of someone else's mansion
a king
of someone else's kingdom
a destination
of someone else's crusade
a lost bird
in someone else's flock
a spike
in someone else's fork
a whim
of someone else's virility
a dream
never wished to come true
a fancy
waiting for its own demise

leave the wooden pink face behind, hold the soft hand of weightless shadow. Let the smoke carry you behind the chrome sun where silhouettes dwell in darkness. There, find the being!

Anonymity as it is

As the hot water fills up
The spaces between my fingers
As masochistic you might be
I run away
It's the same feeling
that engulfs me and a million others
We're all a part of crowd
Similarity as it is

Aren't you most lost in a mob
Anonymity lies
Not hiding in the creepy corners of city
But playing you fool
In the happy chirpy summer streets of your mind
The visitors are all left behind
I succumb to cavernous multiplicity
Human as it is

Quite Obvious

The snake between my and lips

creates a waterfall inside my mouth

between my teeth and tongue

The tongue between my lips and throat

speak can't speak

and creates a froth of unsaid dreams

between my two eyes

The me between you and them

creates that which

which that i don't understand

between you and...

The wuf-waf-woof between me and them

creates hundredes of flip flops

of that creepy dark

bastards in the campfire

burning on the woods of my lungs

the only space between you and me

the only dark between me and me..

Miss fit!

Full of what is called nothing.. The day begins.. Stuck in a random pattern sound like an oxymoron.. And ceratinly it feels like one too.. Hail you for not realising it.. i feel it every second.. and probably a count which is faster than it.. smaller than it too.. fool in the city of tall people.. i am small.. scattered and sold.. for nothing.. the same nothing i begin my day with.. i don't even begin it.. That would give me a choice.. it begins on its own.. everytime, everyday.. and never comes to an end when i want it to be..

Fuelled with rampages and scorn rolls of twisted faith.. who says i am flowing with it.. well i am stuck with it for sure.. complacency.. sheer complacency.. i walk the streets of the city everyday.. same roads, same city.. i walk the same way feeling the same way.. u say its different.. i fail to see how.. oh may be u mean different faces everyday.. but they look the same.. setting their lives in the same track called the big city life..

U get urself a deal.. i get myself a feel..

Hey! wait i got a new complaint..

In a sky full of people
Just few wanna fly
Rest aren’t that crazy..

In school full of people
Just few wanna survive..
In a pond full of people
Just few wanna swim
In a cigarette pack full of people
Just few wanna burn
In a room full of people
Just few wanna sing
In a heaven full of people
Just few wanna be
In a world full of people
Just few wanna die..

Rest aren’t crazy enough..

Half born
All toys
Too many differences
No choice
Lost will
Born still
Don’t breath
Just drip
Can’t take all this?
Go on a trip
That’s easy
Yes it is
You can’t do it
Yes you can’t do it...

Stuck where i want to be

I am captured in the looking
mine and their’s all tangled up
the tangle of my thoughts
then I spoil it
liar liar pants on fire
my outside been taken away from me
bad thoughts in my mind..

I feel, I don’t feel.
I am stone.
There is nothing to separate me from things.
I am all things and everything.

Sometimes I can write things
I want to say but sometimes it’s hard.
If you take my words away from me.
I will not exist
But there are too many words in my head,
they keep spillilng over each other.
Into the outside where they are swalloed up into the air
When air has too many words in it. I choke..

My words are the most choking words of all.
I stay silent.
Silent enough to not let them ooze out of me.

Words are things for me.
And things always go wrong.
Why is it so quiet!

Something shifted and put me in a different phase.
I am in a parallel universe.
Most things are the same
but strange, not real.
Or more real.
All my thinking is about undoing
the time slip I have fallen into..

Man eat feisto!

Let your engine burn burn houses write letters to the dead give them some money pay for their bread roll up your windows while they clap shut out the noise it's just crap Nod your head Let them tell their story

You say you don't see really u don't see? Yes, you don't and you won't ever never very clever!

Every word when expressed is bound to fall into a certain type.. Kind.. form..prose..verse.. a short story. But what is one supposed to do with words that don't fall but fly.. flow

Remember learning to write with a pencil! All mistakes could be erased. And there! a couple of strokes of the eraser, u had a new beginning. And then you grew up..

Fluid, blotting paper- all to cover your mistakes, my mistakes. ink splattered on a sheet of white paper. Gone. The paper! you can't possibly use it again.. unless offcourse you are planning to convert it into a punk poster or a modern piece of abstract art. But yes just a piece..

Blots, spots, splits on paper, cloth, ur fingers. Let me clean it for you! I am here still here. I never grew up, I flew...

I don't like ink I am still stuck with the pencil I have no art to claim I just erase And start all over again

We ! Are we?!

We people who are darker than blue
Are we gonna stand around this town
And let what others say come true
We're just good for nothing they all figure
A boyish grown up shiftless jigger

Now I can't hardly stand for that
Or is that really where it's at

We people who are darker than blue
This ain't no time for segregating
I'm talking `bout brown and yellow too
High yellow gal can't you tell
I'm just the surface of our dark deep well
If your mind could really see
You'd know your color same as me

As you stand in your glory
I know you won't mind
If I tell the whole story

Now I know
We have great respect
It's even better yet
But there's the joker in the street
Loving one and killing the other
When the time comes
and we are really free
There'll be no left you see

We people who are darker than
let us hang around this town
And let what others say come true
We're just good for nothing
They all figure
A boyish grown up shiftless jigger

I can hardly stand for that
Or is that really where it's at

Full on Me

I am living while I'm living to the father Neither does he know how we get through every day all the hike in the price arm and leg we have to pay While our leaders play

All I see is people ripping and robbing and grabbing... Thief never love to see a thief with a long bag, No love for the people who are suffering real bad Another toll to the poll
someone help my soul

What is to stop the youths from getting out of control Filled up with educations yet don't own a payroll The clothes on my back has countless eye holes

Could go on and on the full has never been told

I say who can afford to run will run But what about those who can't... they will have to stay Opportunity is scarce commodity In these times I say... when mama spend her last to sent you to class... Never you ever play

It's a competitive world for the low budget people Spending a dime while earning a nickel With no regards to who may tickle My cup is full to the brim

Could go on and on the full has never been told

Norbito loves the river

The phone calls

Always left me unsure

They d never say things of their own accord

I am preoccupied

I can't fet them out of my mind

They are terrified

You're not supposed to be here at all now

It's all been a gorgeous mistake

Sick one or clean one

The best one

That I have ever made

I thought I tasted of too many cigarettes

But you tasted like wine

And I'm not going to change my mind

Just because of what they said

The worm has laid eggs in their hearts

But not in my head

There's been days like this before you know

And I liked it all

Like the times we smoked it so hard

With men hanging on the wall

And if you said jump in the river I would

Because it would probably be a good idea

Flat Feet

squeezable flesh
hip bones
curves and indentations
questioning eyes and
long eyelashes
tumbling fingers
kicking feet
thumbprints
on cheeks.
flailing heads and matted hair,
covering mouths
saying
letting slip
what you really mean.
grabbing hold with every limb,
rubbing the sticks together
to spark the fire within.

i wonder what your world is like
what goes on in that head
how hard it must be
to spin that web of lies
and run from side to side
trying to keep something as simple as the wind
from collapsing what you’ve tried so hard to build.
i wonder what it means
when those blue eyes cry
if it’s real
or if it’s for anyone
but yourself.
i wonder what it’s like
to hate everything
to always have that pang of fear
and sinking stomach,
and to know that it really is your fault;
to know that there’s no one else
to blame.
sometimes i wonder how it feels
to know that someone like me
is more willing to die
than to let you go
full well knowing
every lie and every sticky part of the web
that you have everything caught in.
i wonder
when you’ll bite into my neck and
bleed me dry,
because you know i’m not even struggling to be free anymore.

Dont temme if i am wrong

The anarchist in my heart, buried deep, smiles as I imagine it in flames.

Now now, don’t get me wrong. Don’t let this be mistaken for your run of the mill, teenage angst ridden, flip the bird to the government because I write anarchy hearts on the wall of my body and I don’t like having to follow rules so I’ll scream for chaos instead.
No. I’m just covered in black and red sheets, that maybe one day, when higher education is freely given to all , single mothers aren’t struggling, kids don’t go home crying because they’re not the same weight as their classmates, there is no such thing as third world countries, the same choices in life are offered to all sexualities, a pregnant woman is given alternatives instead of damnation. . .

I shoudn't be standing for a president I know..
I probably have nothing to do... Nd my futility is taken to be the act of waiting.. And if it is so.. then yes i am waiting.. to see the next bunch of explosives.. fired in the air .. a car whoooshed in the sky.. and i lifted off my feet never to land again.. when every time I Light my cigarrete, it will be burning stereotypes .... in fuming hate.

I guess so it might be..

Down and out, I don't know, hopeless, how did this happen.... Somehow some words never go out of fashion.. i am bored of dealing wd them every single day.. it's prolly about striking that one chord which churns me to my guts.. i don't kno what feeling is like feeling negative.. just that sometimes I want to and sometimes I can't help but feel so.. its not the fear of being exposed but being wrong when you dnt want to be.. words theories and all shit like dat.. i dnt find no explanations coz i am not looking for one.. i guess i am not good at guessing.. but sometimes I just want to change it.. not for the good or the bad but just for a change.. coz its nt how i am it just bacame what it wasn't meant to be.. i have no clue what it was meant to be though.. prolly u sud know what u r going to be with that thing by ur side.. that one thing which u have one milion feelings for... i guess its not regret.. its not retrospect either.. but though u mite hate urself too much for anything.. I want a part of me in what i am a part of.. i dnt wanna start again.. that will be too much of work.. but i guess i need the assurance of the candy.. or elz i will do i dont really know wat.. i donno.. i guess i just dont know....

You and I in this beautiful world

There are still other made-up countries
Where we can hide forever,
Wasted with eternal desire and sadness,
Sucking the enterprise,
crooning the tunes,
naming the names.
Theres a cross on the road
there is a great mill turning.
Some seekinganswers.
some are born with answers
You can hold on to its blade and
turn around forever or be flung.
Lullaby a broken song
as it rocked we carried on.

We blame what is around us
We forego what surrounds us
well few think of a change
and fewer make 1
and i am not the one
and the one is out of none
no wonder we are spitting at the sun
we never have much fun

acting on my best behaviour
several hours and minutes
over dozen cups of coffee
mugs of snorting beer
endless smoke fumes
we 'discuss'
fulfilling what we crave for
i can go on
so can you
so can everybody
u will write and so will I
u r small and i am smaller
and if you are not even close
gees i am so so far

no matter where we go
well there we are.....

History Guitar

Lork announces guarded fun
a whole lotta leaving to do
strums in a bar
six and five
his hand trembles
as the strings break
cry on his sultry lips
singing shadows fade against the walls of his red room
echoes the voice of a strange man
strange but not a stranger
its all in the past
no body applauds no cheers no flying hats
he is the sound of the past
a musician who lived lightyears ago
breath in breath out
wrinkled eyes on his face of lost time
look towards somewhere
to find that one holding hand
held up in the air
waving to call
or is waving away
if only it could sing for him
what he sang for them
sing it back
wants to bring it back
he hasnt seen the face of a clock
for how many years he does not know
may be decades or centuries
may be a lifetime
he lives he dies
every morning he lies
sulks before he is to dissolve...

If I could start again a million miles away.. Easier said then done. How do you trace back things? Were you keeping a track of them all this while.. Shit I wasn't!!
Yet Again..

of all things I have left undone

So! I am not really doing this either...

Rows of then
so many of them
moving in and out
in rows, without rows,
so many colours
so irritating
the brighter ones
the brighter many
all of them
not melting in
makes me sick
as they breath
they talk
they talk
they stink
of glue
trying to keep together
their seperate lives
they stink
just stink in a crowd.
These people..

My dark child, Me

I want to sleep the dream of the apples
To withdraw from the tumult of cemeteries
I want to sleep the dream of that child
Who wanted to cut his heart on the high seas
I don't want to hear again
that the dead do not lose their blood
That the putrid mouth goes on asking for water
I don't want to learn of the tortures of the grass
Nor of the moon with the serpent's mouth
that labors before dawn
I want to sleep a while
A while, a minute, a century
But I must know that I have not died
That there is a stable of gold in my lips
That I am the small friend of the wind
That I am the immense shadow of my tears
Cover me at dawn with a veil
Because dawn will throw fists full of ants at me
And wet with hard water my shoes
For I want to sleep the dream of the apples
To learn a lament that will cleanse me
For I want to live with that dark child
Who wanted to cut his heart on the high seas

Lonely I wander through scenes of my childhood,
They call back to memory those happy days of yore
Gone are the old folk, the house that stands deserted,
No light in the windows, no welcome at the door.
Here's where the children played,
Here's where they sailed their wee boats on the burn,
Where are they now ?
Some are dead, some have wandered,
No more to their home shall those children return.
Lone is the house now and lonely the moorland,
The children are scattered, the old folk are gone,
Why stand I here like a ghost and a shadow ?'
Tis time I were moving, Tis time I passed on.

Everyone wants to change
what, when, how
its not that they dont know
they know and so they want to change

The lady under the tree
a man with no arms
a child with no father
a city with no life
a crowd with no identity
a mother with no shopping bags
a hawker with nothing to sell
a you with no hope left
a me with nothing to tell

All of us want to change
we know and so we want to change
but what when ans how..

Well I'll be damned
Here comes your ghost again
But that's not unusual
It's just that the moon is full
And you happened to call
And here I sit
Hand on the telephone
Hearing a voice I'd known
A couple of light years ago
Heading straight for a fall
My poetry was lousy you said
Where are you calling from?
A phone on ur table
Ten years ago
I brought you something
You bought me something
We both know what memories can bring
They bring diamonds and rust
Well you burst on the scene
Already a legend
The unwashed phenomenon
The original vagabond
You strayed into my arms
And there you stayed
Temporarily lost at sea
The dream was yours for free
Yes the girl on the half-shell
Would keep you unharmed
Now I see you standing
With brown leaves falling around
And snow in your hair
Now you're smiling out the window
Our breath comes out white clouds
Mingles and hangs in the air
Speaking strictly for me
We both could have died then and there
Now you're telling me
You're not nostalgic
Then give me another word for it
You who are so good with words
And at keeping things vague
Because I need some of that vagueness now
It's all come back too clearly
And if you're offering me diamonds and dust
I have already paid..

Stay a moment please
The rain is about to stop
before the leaves go dry
Stay a moment please
The assurance of the candy is lost
before the children start to cry
Stay a moment please
The lights start pouring from the windows
before the night passes me by
Stay a moment please
The mirror is in pieces
before my reflection starts to die
Stay a moment please...

IT'S YOU AGAIN !!

Come across roads of pain
With eyes that strain at every sight
Of having no sight
Of having to fight
For all that you want
And more for what you don’t
Regress, digress
My fears
Undress
Suppress, oppress
Wrong words
Wrong done
Makes you wrong
Wronged against
Wrong so wrong
Oh! You are so wrong
And you are so ugly
With that spot on your face
But wait!
I have no spot on my face!
Oh it’s the mirror that’s dirty again..

Empty clay spread in the morgue
Of broken bodies
To be moulded
Contortion, distortion
Every day
Clicked in a burst
Of sunshine
On your skin and mine
You don’t like
I don’t like
Who does?
I live my life
You live yours
We call it ours
You don’t live it
I don’t live it
Who does?
Seedless debts in my heels
Too many fancy bowls in your way
You don’t care
I don’t repay
Who does?..

There is
There always be
Pen paper and ink
There aren’t
But there will be
These words
No words
None at all
Too many sometimes
It’s strange to call it a flow
Because at the end of it
This page would make no sense
But I will keep it
Safe, right here
And call it Random
Though I apparently began with a flow.
What hurts me
Is you will smile
After I read it to u
And not that it’s wrong
It’s just a little strange
U see
To see you
Smile it away
The way
You smile me away!