Democracy?

THE CLIPPING OF THE TAIL

my beak poised to the sky,
silence abound,
behold the clipping of the beak,
because of parroting,
laws made against my being,
silence should smoother truth,
in a democracy!

My wings flutter,
separated

from their master,
in a clipping of my wings,
no flight for this feather,
what a bird twist of fate,
this grounded bird will beg,
never to enjoy the winds of full potential!
The twist in the tale,
the clipping of my tail.

the final crippling blow,
you took my balance,
lest i stand firm my ground,
the dead tell no tales,
secrets rot
in the graves of innocent
an in silence
flightless has fallen,
dead as a dodo!

a world of dead saints

there are figures behind the form,
of whom are promises,
made of glass
,equally fragile,
i hear the shatter,
upon the rocks of ignorance,
into smithereens of arrogance!
that blind me and all of us,
its a world of dead saints.

a people yearning to be led,
like sheep hear them bleat,
not to shepherds,
oh no!
its to to the butcher.
hear them wail,in regret.
awash in their blood;
yet i hope its a lesson learn t,
of a world of dead saints.

breath of God

even as evening creeps in,
even as the western sky bleeds,
i stand in awe,
at the gush of wind,
the billowing gush,
like an angels breath,
cooling and invigorating.
such ethereal zephyr.
that animated the lump of clay,
filled it lungs and pumped life,
such a gentle wind,
as only the breath of God.

i am swept by the gales,
the vortex of the tornado,
in whose eye i find peace,
whose rage was tamed,
in the burgeoning tempest,
and all was calm,
not a sound just peace,
i rock in the boat,
to marvel at such power,
i let it steer,
from coast to coast,
such a gentle wind,
as only the breath of God.

unknowable peace

there is but peace,
where is a fulfilled wish,
yet hides in its disguise,
to all but the wise.


i speak of the meadows,
that kiss the horizon,
bridged by the rainbows,
punctuated by the sparkle of the brook,
that drains in the cascade,
in turn to the water fall,
and all round the countryside,
giving life in its peaceful wake.


i tell tales of the heart,
i speak of soothe to the hurt,
i speak of unknowable peace,
that picks piece by piece,
to amend the whole,
of God and his,
of the man and all these,
from ducks to flocking geese,
i speak on none but peace.


in the ungrudging soul,
the loving self control,
of they that play their role,
this immense peace,
that hide in the light,
and fade in the night,
where no fuss no fight,
or fists clenched tight,
yet the blind will see it not,
to them; unknowable peace

symmetry of our lives

Symmetry of Our life

Though its cold,my heart is warm,
You came only to find it gone,
In tears,it was torn,
Pretence,a facade i seldom worn,
Pretence,for a decade you worn,
In tears our lives asunder torn,
I was gone,you came late.
Though my heart warm,it was cold.

It was the love of hate,
In our lives you put,
Doubts and distrust,
Now we are strangers,
It is a strange us,
I doubt this is trust,
That is put in our lives,
Causing a hate of love.

Does the gods upon us smile?
Hardly!
Ours is an accursed fate,
Looking for love and more love,
Looking,but theres no more love,
Is our fate our curse?
Hardly!
Its our smile that is no longer god!

Multiplication by Infinity: Math Jokes

Multiplication by Infinity: Math Jokes

the blame

it was the alluring words,
That i dared ignore,
Lulling as a hyptonist's,
Bespoked in virgin eloquence,
Vivified in poetic prose,
Thats aethetically hellenistic,
Save for greek tragedy,
She-homer in her element!
It was an ode of love.



It was fear of our fate,
Joined to be torn asunder,
By a ghastly god,
With a macabre sense of humour,
It was the gaping rift,
I never in mind, swift,
You,a precious gift,
Cast our individual ways, never to see light of day.


It was the sting of eros wing,
It was the way you sing,
The tide you were to bring,
It was the lost smile,
Your charm,now extinct,
Your once animated eyes,
Your hair without bounce,
Or feet joy announce,
It was your gone essence.
That inspired my reply.


When i said 'no',now i blame these,
Will your whisper never me sooth?
Will i forever be guilty and uncouth?
A man,dead in his youth!

the whisper

It was at the edge,
the edge of universe,
the event horizon,
where i heard your voice,
faint and frail,
i almost let it fade,
efface into nothingness,
it was a whisper of love.

At first it was a star,
brilliant and splendid,
resplendent.
Or was it your eye,
i found my pearl,
in the song they let,
a song of love.

It was a whisper of love,
that gave me wings,
it was cherubic cupid,
in a midnight whim,
it was an impromptu swim,
upon the waters of fantasy.
It was in the whisper.

You were a legend.
Better than my myths,
Or housewife tales,
Damn spoofs,
I sat to write you a story,
One with no end,
Enlightening yet ebullient

,
Valorous yet vivacious,
A tragic comedy,
It was a story of love.

It was the butterflies,
In my stomach,
That stole my words,
And left silence,
Yet i had much to say,
My lips did part,
Yet no words did depart,
Just whispers,
Whispers of love,
In the edge of solitude,
Your words were solace,
Barely audible:
Whispers of love!

WHEN TEARS ARE TRIVIAL

WHEN TEARS ARE TRIVIAL

where were you?
When he hated the pills,
day in day out,
strongly sedated,
the noose a nagging seduction,
when all required was comfort:
a soothing word,
now your tears seem trivial.

Why did you arrive so soon?
Sooner than the undertaker,
just after the reaper,
to offer your help,
i feel lost,
i cant fathom it,but i know
your tears are trivial.

My tears are uncried,
yours have ran dry.
I saw his dying breath,
i felt the heart stop,
i saw the eyes close,
never again to open!
So i understand,
how vain and hypocritical,
i alone,more than any other.
Comprehend...
When tears are trivial.

THE LISTENER

THE LISTENER

I heard the world pass me by,
From your lip I saw death,
Vivid tales,
Of voiceless victims,
My ears were merciful,
My eyes gazed with shock,
As you brought to life,
Tears of tatters and tyranny!
I heard it all.

No topic taboo,
I heard the world pass by.
Echos of fear of death,
Hungry wails of weeping kids,
I heard the tent tear,
The whimpers of vexation,
Quenched my thirst for power.
As I heard of its woes,
I felt you deserved better,
I heard it all.

I did hear...
That justice is a fragrance,
Aught to be worn by the court,
But my bees I heard you buzz,
From one to the next,
I heard the gavel strike,
The jury baised to the core,
I heard the lawyer elope,
With all evidence of reason,
Your sigh of disbelief,
Their din of merriment.
I heard it all.

So when you pray,
And always do,
Know all was heard,
All perceived,
As you die off,one by one,
Know atleast one will remain,
He that heard it all,
And is moved Only by vengence!
Moved by what he heard,
As the world passes him by,
The listener heard it all.

SOLITUDE

behavior is indoctrinated,
Inculcated,
And in such socialization,
The need for fraternization,
Foes become friends,
Acquintances turn allies,
A nod from humanity,
The well beaten path!


In the bell curve,
Lies an outlier,
Whose lips zipped tight,
'speech is silvern.'
He lives the golden path,
Giving birth to rumour,
And much misinformed humour,
Humanities' fear of the unknown,
Aimed at a reclusive soul!


''a sorcerer!!''
Says he whose tongue is foul,
A mind equaled by the likes of a fowl,
Or a hyena on the prowl,
An agitator,
An instigator,
Inflaming the desire to destruction,
That burns in the stake,
The soul of solitude!


Ignorant minds not privy,
Wisdom lies between the lines,
Appears in meditation,
Great deed done in the dark,
Even greater works not spoke,
Conformity is ignoramity,
No greater an iniquity,
Uniqueness breeds enlightenment,
Solitude in its element!

FANTASY

your dreams are young,
somehow that wall that engulfs you,
you see it disappear,
as if by magic,gone,
that hope is all you have,
all you think of,live for,
in your perpetual reverie.

in your night you wish for a knight,
to come galloping brandishing a lance,
in your trance you're entranced,
infatuated,
your joys and fears pour,
into the vicissitudes of disappointment,
as the days ebbs,
he seems further and further,
your dreams are young,..

your heart throbs,
in its eternal cage,
a rhythm of periodic rage,
you dug a moat all round,
lest they come and steal it,
the predators of the soul,
that don't know how to love,
like in your dreams,
the artist who draws the bridge,
and you lock in a warm embrace,
in your perpetual reverie.

ostrich hide in the dust,
you have your head in the clouds,
an your perpetual reverie,
your dreams are young.

BORN TO SEE

in the car reality unfolds,
moving images cascade,
the eternal light dance,
that weaves the brilliance of the rainbow,
or punctuates my interest,
and i feel the thrill,
of life,of all that's real,
i see beauty all round,
but none as you.

they come to see the wildlife,
to bathe in the cool waters,
that our land gives life,
i come to see you,
i see the thrill of nurture,
where they behold the real of nature,
the tremors and the shakes,
is the crown of the outdoors,
but all that i see is you..

you have the color of deserts,
kissed by the magic of the sun,
even the darkest of nights,
are lost compared with your hair,
a snow cloud; whiter than a glare,
your eyes whenever i do stare,
your pupils float in grandeur,
i got lost in your lynx gait,...

in you there is all that there is to see,
and more,..
and i travel the world
just to realize its there by my side,
just to learn that you stand unparalleled,
i was born to see,
your bud blossom into a flower.

retrospect

long before she called me a son,
because i shone as the sun,
i was beaming in her belly,
fresh moulded in heaven,
and i was lovely a son,
and now we are one,
and we have met,

but even before we met,
my love was greater yet,
the world in my debt,
for i was an ally to venus,
i spanned the heavens,
and bordered the empty void.

and in the expanse of life,
in the wilderness of strife
whilst you lost all belief
i came and you were relieved,
you saw and you believed,
with hope you healed and lived,
even as all around you fell...

Long before you would see,
all around you crumble,
as the facades would tumble,
i made it humble,
lest you cry and gumble
i cried so you had joy,
even as hecuba queen of troy.

and long before our eyes locked,
in your heart i sow a seed,
to yield love bountifully
behold it grows beautifully,
it branches in awesome splendor,
i reap from my aged endeavor

and long after iam gone,
you'll have what ive done,
and forever we will be one,
i, your loves son.
Who shone as the sun
and not a finger did burn.

SUBLIME

oh the thoughts that haunt
of humanity tainted by rust,
their purity riddled with lust
a world a blast
crashing before my eyes
tumbling to depths of oblivion
with sweat empires are built
fascinating, mind boggling
and in all their grandeur
evil throbs in the veins
an effort in vain
a constant reminder of Eden

a vexation to even God

purity is never with us
though we have paradise
pestilence we prefer
a malignant colony i say
for eden came tumbling
before my very eyes
now my thoughts sublime
ill take the court to court
put on my robes and coat
read all the law they wrote
and deny myself justice
i am from a malignant colony
though my thoughts sublime

my humanity undermine
in riches God is enthroned
his words whispers amongst us
words that are the sublime
though a malignant colony
his smile suffices,
our edifice his sacrifice
and in the greatest of them all
he rid our malign,
now our existence sublimes.
P

THOMAS

at last i believe,
the feeling of relief
i saw the silhouette,
fading in the twilight
i heard it speak softly
on to my timid ear
now it forever echo's,
year from year

at last i believe,
that a man can love so
love the breath of air
that rocks the hair
love the sun ray
i believe that with time
dark gives way to light
and the bright
are given clear sight

at last i believe
that God took his time
in his heavenly toil
for in this barren earth,
i saw a work of art,
to see is to believe
and i in the dark
in the fading light of night
saw you go by,walk so shy
and i believed

monstricity

Beasts have the worlds reins
Long overthrew the humans reign
Now they feast

...On their spoils of war
Eat the fallen humans gore
Human care and yield love
Aware of Gods will high above
They mould their timid souls
In line as its morals should
Since time of the old
Cherish and maintain the living
world

The beasts are callously corrupt
Adapt to abrupt eruptions
They pass motions of erotion
Empowered via pollution
They enslave the brave and poor
Gnaw the bones of opposition
A hellish composition
Beasts must have overtaken our
world

My fellow man cant be so evil
I refuse the decay and lost
civil

DRUNK WITH THE DRINK I DRANK

There I walk in the town
I stagger all over the land
Cant you see I’m drunk
Isn’t my mind all blank
But im not mad mind you
Am only drunk with the drink I drank

Philosophers could describe me as being drunk
Others as being drunk but becoming mad
And yet they are the ones that are mad
Because it doesn’t matter what I am
It doesn’t matter what I will become
All that matters is why
Why I’m drunk with the drink I drank

I drunk my anger away
Spirituality is the cure for alcoholism
Yet I don’t need a cure, I drank on my own accord
I drank the cruelty of a nation to my poor mother
I drunk the lies I heard in the news
I drank the wars and hatred that we see as right
U say im drunk and yet I can reason well
At least I know there is no bad peace or good war
That’s why I drank the drink that got me drunk
That’s why I sank in the tank of the drunk

The permissive society of woe and evil is drunk
It is intoxicated in its own ignorance and folly
It wallows in the mud of its own making
Therefore don’t call me mad, insane or drunk
I only drank the drink to level up to your standard
Ive joined the society that drank the drink
And now we are drunk with the drink we drank.

VOICE OF TWO CITIZENS (BY SOPHICIST AND LE THINKBOT)

wrapped in a shroud thus deep

the country doth weep

the wind blow no more

and the sun none much as before

the moon has gone to sleep

the stars tucked away their shine

the dark has spilt our wine

on the table whence we did dine



man eat man

we die one by one

the pigs led in the farm

animals in a staff so firm

all are equal they made a fog

yet you grow fat with your kindred hog.



Were it only a farm that did fall

our country cries a dying call

the pigs within arent smart so

but thats what i do,i eat

all my opposition have been beat

no one's willing me to defeat



get up young man

wake up my lazy son

take up from the very old

the mantle wrought in gold

or ignite their bald heads

let them burn till they're dead

HOUDINI

shall i say i love you?

when you stir my waters,

and cause a raging wave,

yet when the tempest roars,

you say 'calm!'

and all is still.

I was a pack of cards,

i felt shuffled,

then placed in a shoe,

i was your ace,

in the final hand.

a gambit against life.

With your wand you had me,

you cast a spell,

i was enchanted,

i tried to break free,

but you got me hypnotized.

My master i slave,

the expert magician

you deceived the mind

rather than the eye

then crept to my heart.

circling the square

CIRCLING A SQUARE

Oh sorrowful the sadness,
The loneliness of hope,
A dark abyss beyond words,
Pangs of thirst unquenched,
How unfulfilling the music,
Hollowed howls echo in the mind,
Discordant din,
The heart is not blind,
The faith is faint though unfazed,
As the character of man,
And that light you cling on,
may blind or burn,
and still...

The crack is the scope,
Visions of miniature men,
From limited sight,
Deduction that are dimwitted,
And you question you state,
Great expectations are crumbled,
Disillusionment all round,
The big fall hard,
The tiny unbefitting,
Moderation!
If it fits adorn,
you,a joy sojourn.