Love and Hate

When the wind runs
through the fingers,
when the sand is kicked up far,
when the night of
endless whispers
and the days of dreamy stars,
wither out with but no trace
from the steely hate of gaze
and the broken empty pot of heart,
cries out with bridled rage.

When the mask in man is torn,
and the weight of life is borne,
when the people keep on stealing
thoughts undeserved and out of tone,
when the flowers rust in peace,
in the falling might of trees
and an endless screaming wail
hits home
in a leaden hollow wheeze...

Will this throbbing ever stop?
In the vacant sea of hearts?
Will the winter wind turn green
rush as the summer brushes clean?
Will the spiders of our past
clean out the cobwebs off the lost?

Will the winter wind turn green, rush as the summer brushes clean?

I just want to know. Why?

Saturday Morning Blues..

I jumped, tearing my way
through the listless wind
played with self-made cars
of paint and empty bottles

I rode, up to the sky
in a neon lit wheel
gazed at street performers
at village festivals

Ignorance was bliss, and desires low,
the days were lively and nights mellow
for me I lived, for me I breathed
is there in life a reverse gear...

I ran, heart in hand
just to reach the line
street cricket was all
and Blyton kept me fine

I found solace in books
and a hand for art
wrote comics and dreamed
of a life forgot

The things that I dreamed, the life that I sought
I cycled in rain and I laughed aloud
a King in my world, a crown of my own
is there in life a reverse gear...

I live, for the times
I live the dream of my Pa's
my old comics locked up
and memories lost
for with time does fade
all the haunting past
is there in life a reverse gear...?

Walls

Wrote this during one of my Micro classes, I don't remember exactly when...

No hard lies,

no photographs, no memories,

no poisoned roses 

end these

vacancies of hearts.

Walls fade,

as time erodes the flawed paint,

and earthy ivy

flowers faint

crushed in steps again.

Life runs,

in spiralling arcs of long loops,

but never treads

engraved routes

s'long as it can go.

Withheld, tomorrow comes back stronger,

and tries to break through

all the walls and all the faces,

giving up

in the midst of riddled peace.

Haiku

This one here is a Haiku poem that really blew me off. Haiku poems have really short verses, that convey a depth of meaning. And what's more, this one is from Fight Club!

The Worker bees can leave their nests,
the Drones can fly away...
the Queen is their slave.

Mindblowing. God bless the Communists :)

Harder To Breathe

Here goes one of my favorite songs from Maroon 5... notorious for its anti lyrics...

How dare you say that my behavior is unacceptable
So condescending unnecessarily critical
I have the tendency of getting very physical
So watch your step cause if I do you'll need a miracle

You drain me dry and make me wonder why I'm even here
This Double Vision I was seeing is finally clear
You want to stay but you know very well I want you gone
Not fit to fuckin' tread the ground that I'm walking on

When it gets cold outside and you got nobody to love
You'll understand what I mean when I say
There's no way we're gonna give up
And like a little girl cries in the face of a monster that lives in her dreams
Is there anyone out there cause it's getting harder and harder to breathe
Is there anyone out there cause it's getting harder and harder to breathe

What you are doing is screwing things up inside my head
You should know better you never listened to a word I said
Clutching your pillow and writhing in a naked sweat
Hoping somebody someday will do you like I did

When it gets cold outside and you got nobody to love
You'll understand what I mean when I say
There's no way we're gonna give up
And like a little girl cries in the face of a monster that lives in her dreams
Is there anyone out there cause it's getting harder and harder to breathe
Is there anyone out there cause it's getting harder and harder to breathe

Does it kill
Does it burn
Is it painful to learn
That it's me that has all the control

Does it thrill
Does it sting
When you feel what I bring
And you wish that you had me to hold

When it gets cold outside and you got nobody to love
You'll understand what I mean when I say
There's no way we're gonna give up
And like a little girl cries in the face of a monster that lives in her dreams
Is there anyone out there cause it's getting harder and harder to breathe
Is there anyone out there cause it's getting harder and harder to breathe
is there anyone out there cuz its gettin harder and harder to breathe

My Butterfly

Butterfly...
here goes on ode to denote
all you mean to me...
there's a smile perched high
upon eyes...
as hazel
as one can see...
there's a world out lost
in her gaze
as pretty a world can be...
butterfly,
there's a song that plays
her lips
as sweet as mellow honey...
my butterfly
there's an aura compressed
in you
holding me secretly ....


Her eyes tell a story,
words sing a tune,
her smile spells her glory,
her breath chills the noon...
her laughter is golden,
her thoughts none can see..
I see two hearts in her
that binds her to me....

Soldier

* An ode to the millions that die without a name *

"Thy heart just beats on for the
millions that stay alone
entwined, freed only
when the beat stops going home."

In the streets, of shame,
glows a light once, ends
in its vain.
In the cries, of night,
silent echoes call through
the plight.

There's a breath, gone now,
there's a life lost,
unsung and how.
And a coat, of dust,
that buries in,
a medal of trust.

There's a death,
a mime
Amid big cheese retails sublime

Here's a hail,
a rhyme
To the ones who fade out in time..........