I Dream of IndiaProbably because, I thinkI Dream of India2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
It's the only place
You'll never be able to
With that ridiculous
80's style haircut
26-11The tea clouds swirl: brown chai, so nice26-115 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
The forks and knives clatter and chatter
Punctuates the room: I look into my lovers eyes
No inane banter needed: our conversation proceeded
With sweet somethings, faith in misery
Our last meal at the Taj: we could afford no more
We would leave the game in a bang of smoke
To light a lighter flame in pastures greener
As he calls for the cheque, i feel unease
Pulling on the purse strings, crossing my knees
I hold his hand and I am fine.
I left the country to restore amends
With Puck and Robin, my dearest friends,
Found ourselves with a cold beer, in a pub in India
Yeah mate, you heard me right.
The girls here dig Australians, mate.
The good life? Much like.
I called dear Gopala near
To order myself another beer
When suddenly the room turned ice
I saw a gun, no illusion, no lies
In the prayer room I feel His presence. Divine,
I bow down to His lordship. A new life
In the family, hath given him much joy
I too love my baby boy.
I can feel Him breathi
SundayEveryday feels like Sunday.Sunday2 years ago in Visual & Found Poetry More Like This
It's overcast and unamusing.
Everything moves slow in my perception.
I'm crying out a silent prayer and no one's there to hear.
Jesus is resting his head on Pluto and
God is swimming through the galaxy.
I could sleep all day.
Sunday's are the worst.
I wanna make a commotion and scream
in the most solemn places- cause a scene, you know?
But lately, everyday feels like Sunday...I just...
I can't shake this lazy, ambivalent feeling.
It's like the world stops moving on Sunday.
I don't know.
I'm tired of Sunday.
All I want is one good Saturday.
When the world is alive,
when it thrives and drives.
I just want more...than this Sunday.
I hate the time. I hate the day.
It's bad when even Monday is better.
EclipseGermination taking place inside an empty space. Reproduction running rampant.Eclipse3 years ago in Visual & Found Poetry More Like This
The Earth kisses the sky in hopes of requited preturbation. Snow falls above the equator.
But below the sun shows its inhabitants no mercy. But right here, I'm stuck.
It's not hot, it's not cold. It's just dark. It's very constant. Quiet.
I hear the Earth cry outside my window, and it makes me want to weep with her.
I know that she's only yearning for the one that keeps evading her grasp.
But he is a surreptitious being, one who holds all of our fates.
He is time itself, and she's running out. She spins to grasp him- but like a hamster in a wheel-
she's just running in circles making it nowhere. His sands bestow upon her ocean waves,
as the full moon hangs overhead like a friend trying to lend a helpful hand.
But the moon is in love with the Earth and she with time. He is frustrated, I can tell.
He's blood orange tonight and I feel a sting in my heart.
I know that he's watching her, reach out for time-
The Mouthless BellyDenizen of the underworld--The Mouthless Belly5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Forlorn and unempowered.
Break the order!
Revel in chaos!
For what does orthodoxy exist?
It is--I fear
It is for heresy to birth.
Detoxifier smoothie 2 Cantaloupe melon, lime & cherryDetoxifier smoothie 21 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
A refreshing palette cleanser, this juice makes a tasty nonalcoholic aperitif.
1 Cantaloupe melon, peeled, seeded, and cut into chunks
1 Lime, peeled and quartered
25 Cherries, pitted
Press alternate chunks of melon and lime, and the cherries, through the juicer. Stir and drink immediately.