Throats dry?
Come to me
I can bring
You
Justice
Great
Just push
The button
Final
At the end
See how all are equal.
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One pitched dark night somehow
Through the roots of a half dead treeAfter listening off beat songs I was really very sickIf I was told by someone before timeThe zenith was really the bottom of a pitI would take a run and come down very fastAnd with delight on the plain surface I would sitIn reality I never went to…
Soil upon soil
makes a heapsoft and silkyunder my ribscrimson redin it flows five litters neatred liquidout and inpure impuremixedif you are a war mongerrotten and sickyou may sip it hotat your breakfastor drink it as cold beverageafter your supperfor your better healthand sound sleepeven you can lick itlike an ice- creamwhat you just need areeither a tomahawkor…
I cannot go beyond myself
Circles round the seed of successI remain within my stale square boxNo matter how much I try my bestI squarely fall flat upon my base andMove round a centre people call call it apexYet I could not get out from this stalemateThe same strange odd stench I inhaleNo perfume or scent I get fresh one…
Seeing me working hard
to plant a seedwithout understanding my effortfirst they scornednext they laughed outwhen I told them my ambitionand made me feelwhat a fooli wasI did not reactOr say anythingIn response of their insultI just gave a signBy biting my lower lipAnd casting my eyes downThat I was serious and firm in my convictionone day that seed…
Having plots within plots
And telling you that with zealIt was very complicateSo, for a moment I pausedAnd dived to thinkThe story is telling about usAnd we are ourselves the charactersBut nowhere is the author, writerThis is a big trick played upon usAnd treated us, as if, we are pawnsMeanwhile you go impatienceAnd pressed me to tell youThe part…
Oh, teacher
Let me teach you before any thingThe unity of humanityFrom outside we may appear black or whiteBut we are all like water melon, redInside.We may wear different clothes designed or undersignedBuilt differentlyEat different foodsBelong to different religionsBut we suffer the same painWhen we are thirsty, hungry or hurtSome may be looked poorSome may be stood…
walking through
endless sands…
no path ahead,
and the wind removes
all traces behind.
god, i am weary…
this body is worn,
these eyes fade.
and the songs i sing
in the desert night,
haunt the distance with sadness.
Lover, where are you?
i’ve forgotten your face!
even the smell of your perfume,
fades in the darkness.
the trees are weeping,
even the moon sheds a tear.
as the small fire i built
fades down to embers!
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letting go…
i have loved…of the womani think she is,that i dream she is…that i wantedher to be…loving her enoughto let her bethe woman that she is…and accept her forwho she is…
i ran into Buddha,
gave him change for a dollar,he bought me a cup of coffee.and we sat and watched,the dirty clothes of the world…go spinning towards enlightenment!
we are the gospel,
we are the breath of awareness,the truth that walks on water.we are the light shiningfrom a distant harbor…we are the prayer,and salvation’s hands!and yet we are the murderer,who kills for the rush.the packet of powderthat controls and drives.we are the gluttons,who throw our crumbs to the hungry.we are the eviction notice,and the declaration of war!we…
We are the voice
The ear they mostWant silenced.We, the hearts, theyMost fear, bound.We, the souls, theyCant stop, fettered.We, the bodies, thatBring their fall.We, the question, thatTurns the page.We, the words, ofConscious change.We, the breath, ofHuman endeavor.We, the voice,They cannot still.
i am both the bullet,
the finger on the trigger,the hand on the heart.the hatred and the forgiveness,the compassion that dares.the sacred, and the demon,the prayer and the scream.both justice and injustice,prejudice and understanding.both ignorance and wisdom,fearful, and a man.i see both the light and darkness,feel, touch, and taste them.knowing that every breath i breathe,is a choice!every night i take…
lover, dont lie…
the stray cat sleeps in a cardboard box,the old oak tree groans with morning.table set for three,you, me, and the guest…too long on the road,he’s forgotten the turn,and love’s address is unlisted.the feather drawn lines of arch and thrust,define your eyes with headstones.your hand slips between the bread,tastes better without mayonnaise.the cup of whispers grows…