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!