The PianoThe Piano in Free Verse More Like This
The piano's playing softly,
Even thought it's out of tune,
The song's heart wrenching but mellow,
Yet my heart seems to be immune,
The song of your soul,
The unchained melody from within,
Drives me to reach my goals,
Never to loose, only to win,
The picture you paint with your words,
Mesmerises me and traps me in paradise,
Leaving me looking at curious black birds,
And turning my hate to ice.
The feeling you give with each heart-felt song,
Tears me apart,
Causes my being to throng,
But brings me to feel elated in every inch of my heart,
And as the piano plays softly,
Accompanying the love and the power,
My heart feels completed,
And I am joyous in this midnight hour.
Now that you have touched me,
With your melodic and powerful voice,
I feel torn apart,
But know I am left with no other choice.
I'm drawn into your poisonous reality,
Savouring every taste that I get.
You're like a drug that causes duality,
And I don't want to come down off this high, not now, no, not yet.
The piano's play
Hard times...Hard times... in Free Verse More Like This
Bring the closure and take the pain,
Help us all to be strong once again,
Our hopeful souls have come to ask,
What is our purpose, the point of this task?
Why do you put us through so much pain?
Perhaps we're just pawns in a celestial game.
Bring the closure and take the pain,
Help us all to be strong once again,
Bring the closure and take the pain,
Help us all to be strong once again.
It makes me wonder,
What force brings the thunder?
What reason is there for so much distress?
This world of ours is a colossal mess,
So, bring the closure and take the pain,
Help us all to be strong once again.
Don't doubt our inner power,
All we ask is for help, to guide us in this hour.
Bring the closure and take the pain,
Help us all to be strong once again.
Vampiric Angel...Vampiric Angel... in Free Verse More Like This
Is it because of the scars you left me with?
Or the nightmare that haunts me every night
Perhaps it's the memory of you,
That made me this bad,
That got me this messed up,
Is it the things that you told me?
Or the kisses you planted on my skin
Maybe it's the emptiness you left me with,
When you ripped my soul from me.
Maybe that's what made me this bad
And got me this messed up,
Is it the things you said we'd do?
Or the hollowness in your promises
It might be the person you where hiding within
Is that how I got this bad?
Is that what got me this messed up?
It's because of the pain you left me in
It's because of the sorrows I feel each and every day
It's because of the heartbreak that tortures me inside
It's because of the darkness that I'm a vampiric angel....
Lonely DayLonely DayLonely Day in Horror More Like This
Her life was full of loneliness, and it was bitter, but she didn't mind it. No, she just lived with it. She lived through the long days and nights as the loneliness echoed around her apartment, making her look all around her, but causing her to see nothing. It seemed to haunt her but she didn't care, she didn't bother to try and remedy it. It was part of her life, her morosely haunted life, but life all the same.
Pitter, patter, pitter, patter…
Rain, coming to wash away the sins of yesterday and make it clean again. Make it all better. For all she had the windows open, the gale blowing in with rain collecting in puddles on the laminate floors, she could not tell whether it was the kind of rain she had expected; the kind of rain that truly did wash away sins and refresh you for the next day to come. Or maybe it was a sickening rain, which bathed you in sins threefold stronger than those that were already implanted in your mind, maybe.
There were no lights on in the apa
TimeTime in Free Verse More Like This
As the sun goes down
And marks the end of another day
We think it's all over
And wonder what we can say
Now we have time to reflect,
To regenerate and grow,
We learn from our mistakes,
Now we know
Time is a valuable thing
Another days rolls over
And we regret many things
We think about what has happened
And all the ways we can win
All the ways we can escape
The trap of the nine to five
We do not know
Time is not on our side
7 days have passed and a new week begins
We do what we did in the last week
But better this time,
We've learnt from our mistakes
And we've righted our wrongs
We think we know it all but
Time does what it wants
Weeks pass by and dissolve into months,
Times have come and passed us by
We still don't know everything,
Time is our enemy, but it can also be our friend,
We're stuck with it, until the very end.
So my message to you is simple
And in this I'll make myself clear
Time is valuable, so cherish it
Time is not on our side, so appreciate it
Time does what it wants, s
From our insane little mindsFrom our insane little minds in Humor More Like This
Once upon a time, in a land not so far away, hippos roamed about in pyjamas and roller skates. There were butterfly people fluttering in the ice-cream filled skies, asking for a cone to take it all up. However one night, a big fluffy white cloud took over the sky and said
"You're not getting digital TV anymore, you lot can have cable!"
So the butterfly people went to the troll under the bridge and asked him to climb up the tallest tree so he could reach the highest mountain so he could step onto the tallest tower and shift the cloud away. But the troll was busy eating little Miss Muffet for his tea. The butterfly people stepped on the troll and gave him two big shiny coins made of candy cane but the troll continued eating Miss Muffet. So they said
"We're going to get the big bad wolf and have little red riding hood hit you over the head with her handbag.' The troll ignored them so they went and did exactly as they said they would.
But instead of getting red riding hood, they got the gr
You are not here nowYou are not here now,You are not here now in Free Verse More Like This
So you need no more warning,
Because youve seen too many years,
Of this nation and its mourning
Weve said goodbye to you all,
Thanked you for what you did,
We will always remember,
And should we forget; well heaven forbid
So now another year has passed,
This day has come again
We stand by lonely gravesides,
Of all those soldiers and men
Remember them this year, wont you?
And remember next year as well,
That those men left us memories,
That we all have to tell
Liar, LiarLiar, Liar in Free Verse More Like This
But if we're keeping score
I'll play along
I'll take a chance,
And look into your heart
All because I love you
And you never will know
You told me one day
That your god is weird,
Your god is scary
He is a disco indeed
He would paint you,
A pretty picture
Upon a canvas of white as
Pure and untouched as you
So become a masterpiece for me
Make my day, my month,
My century, darling
Such a work of art
And I wish that this,
Every speck of it,
Never existed at all
Not in our minds or hearts
Because it hurts too much and
I cannot look you in the eye and say
"I love you!"
And turn from your precious face
And after all is said and done
Your face still resides in my dreams
The only place it ever did, ever shall
In my land of fantasy, in my land for you
So liar, liar,
If we are keeping score
I think you will find
You have won once more
I lived...I lived... in General Fiction More Like This
Silence. Complete bleakness surrounded; it was almost crushing. All around on trees and houses, on bushes and tiny blades of grass; snow rested; taking a weight off the clouds; freeing them of their icy load and blessing the world with pureness. The sky reflected the sentiment that drifted in the air that day, bringing with it, a tint of pain and a jolt of sullenness. It was all too clear that the world lay dormant now.
Not a great distance away were snow topped houses, each with a fire crackling or light shining within. Home; there was many a time I had wished for home but then resigned myself to the slovenly, worthless life I have. Of course, I'm lucky to have that life. I was cast out by the ones I loved, forgotten by all I knew. I disappeared. I begged mostly, took up the art of pick pocketing. Whatever method I found to stay alive, I did it, I learnt it, and I perfected it. I lived.
Falling Into Eternity....Falling Into Eternity.... in Free Verse More Like This
What does this life mean?
Do we even have a purpose?
My destination in life can't be seen
And I'm frightened.
It feels like I'm lost
With no place to go
Like I'm floating in the water
But with no way to know
I'm terrified of who I am
Of what the voices tell me
My desires for the future come crashing down
And tears blur my eyes so I cannot see
It's hard to tell whether it's real or not
Whether I'm dreaming or awake
Hard to think when these voices scare me
Pushing me into a corner of my mind to cower
And I can't escape
The corner keeps getting smaller
The void keeps getting bigger
And all the time I keep getting lonelier
It's like I'm floating in some messed up world
With no place to go and no one who cares
But what do you do,
When the advice giver needs help?
The nightmare's becoming real
And the pain is becoming real
My demons are coming to haunt me
They're hurting me worse than I could imagine
And now I'm falling into eternity
With no way of coming back
No time for pitiful regrets
Mal'ah - HebrewמלאךMal'ah - Hebrew in Free Verse More Like This
הלילה ארוך כל כך
ואני לא אוותר
על אותה נשיקה אחרונה
שחשבת לתת לי
חכה, אל תלך
תן לי לנשום אותך
עוד שאיפה אחת ממך
אני לא יודעת מי בוכה בי
אישה בודדה או ילדה מאוהב
Hebrew PoemsהאבירHebrew Poems in Free Verse More Like This
בדד יצעד לו
מוקף באור ויופי
דומם יפסע אל
בשריונו אין דופי
פרחים ישליכו אז
מריעות מעל חומה
נשיקות יפריחו אל
בעת זריחת חמה
יסיר את קסדתו
23.09.2007 - mostly hebrewלבד23.09.2007 - mostly hebrew in Free Verse More Like This
גם עם בן זוג
ועוד אחת למזכרת
כולם הרי אותו דבר
אני רק זכרון ישן
דמות עירומה במיטתם
רק עוד אחת
Veshuv - HebrewושובVeshuv - Hebrew in Free Verse More Like This
אני כואבת את כאבם של אחרים
דומעת את דמעותיהם
ולבי שלי מתרסק בדממה
דמי מגיע אלי מגופם
משוטט כזר בגופי הדואב
ומרעיל את נפשי התמימה
אני קומצת אגרופי
והולמת בתחושת הבדי
Ve'ani Levad - Hebrewואני לבדVe'ani Levad - Hebrew in Free Verse More Like This
תלויה בין שמיים וארץ
ממטירה ענני דמעות
ומדי פעם ערפל מחויך
של תקוות ישנות
תופרת כנפי אשליות
למלאכי השאול התמימים
שחלקו את שמי
עם בת צחוק מהוססת
שעברה בריקוד אדמ
The Silent SeaThe silent seaThe Silent Sea in Free Verse More Like This
Keeps all the tears inside
The tears of those
Who went away with the tide
The tears of those alone
Who never had a friend
The tears of those of stone
Who had the urge to spend
The silvery tears of maidens
Who longed for a man to love
The colorful tears of children
Whose father left for the above
The blood tears of a mother
Whose son will never come back
The tears of those who bother
To cry for those who can't
And there are the blue tears
The tears that I, myself have cried
The tears on those who left us
Who went away with the tide
Al Arba - Hebrewנופלת שנית לקרקעAl Arba - Hebrew in Free Verse More Like This
דם לוהט מטפטף
בין שדיי הקפואים
מהחור הגדל בחזי;
יצור אבן קר
דוקר אותי מאחור
וחלום חייכני וזוהר
מושך אותי הלאה
אני נעמדת על ארבע
זוחלת לעבר החלום
Pe'ima - Hebrewחבק אותיPe'ima - Hebrew in Free Verse More Like This
כמו לא חשת
מגע אנושי מעולם
אני כהד עמום
מבקשת רשות כניסה
למקומות חבויים מעין
She'ela - Hebrewהאוכל לעצום עיני...She'ela - Hebrew in Free Verse More Like This
,אל מול דמעות פלדה
?אל מול צרחות יאוש
אני רואה אותך
גם כשעיני פקוחות
אני נושמת אותך
וחזי זועק בכאב
את שמך האהוב
שפרח מבין שפתיי
בעתות של תשוקה
בעתות של שבר
paedophiliapaedophilia in Articles & Interviews More Like This
Paedophilia is perhaps the most reviled crime in today's West. It needs to be looked at as
- part of the healthy western tradition of publicly addressing so-far-under-the-carpet social pathology and devising policy measures to correct it - like women's subjugation and homosexuality earlier
- part of the prevailing western social paranoia and
- part of power-powerless equation
Church and Paedophilia
Paedophilia came up in public discourse recently with the baring of catholic church-pederast connection. This practice is an old 'tradition' but started getting exposed since the '90s. Children under the watch of the church were molested sexually and repeatedly during school-trips or special meets or voluntary work at a local parish.
The victims of pedophilia, now in their 40s and 50s are speaking only now possibly due to diminishing of the stature of church in society. It is estimated that between 1950 and 2002 in six states of the USA alone more than 10,000 children were
habithabit in Free Verse More Like This
a shard of adulterated moon-light
sneaks through the gap in curtains
a luminous presence in a dark room
turn the back to it
to rummage through lightless reconstructs
we, the peoplewe, the people in Free Verse More Like This
as long as they are there,
poets will write
painters will paint
singers will sing
not because they are an inspiration
but because they are a hindrance
and all they can do to rid themselves of them is to
write, paint, sing
of course they will take turns
to ridicule the poems, to trash the paintings, to ignore the songs
to applaud the poems, to admire the paintings, to award the songs
their sheer number is frightening
their sheer shallowness is drowning
please go away
let artists be themselves
an Indian cityan Indian city in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
the chauffer adeptly circumvents the gentle elephant on the road
stops just short of touching the truck in the front
school-children squeeze through the gap
to continue their leisurely walk despite heavy bags
a biker misses our car mirror by a whisker
overtakes us from the wrong side
to vanish into
the rushing traffic lights, the stationary traffic lights
[trying to impose order when working]
the garish city neons, the brazen marble-clad shops
the sky is a luminous mica canopy
visibly changing colours
[making me acutely miss my painting]
far off dark clouds foretell likely showers
screaming hoardings and hawkers,
from rusty old marutis to shiny new Mercedes,
doors opening occasionally for the driver to spit out;
two-, three- and four-wheelers
smelly, perspiring, sticky pedestrians in vibrant clothes
talking animatedly on mobile phones, among or to themselves
deftly avoiding the puddles,pot-holes and dog-waste &
real wallsreal walls in Free Verse More Like This
withdraw from the delusional
they are self-made and deserve the riches
they are victims of the system
they are so special that it takes substance abuse to finish them
their country is god's gift to humanity
their religion is the best
their religion justifies violence
withdraw from the illusional
work is its own reward
body is a temple
love means sacrifice
relationships are sacred
no wonder so many are islands,
hermits and recluse
they didn't create the walls around them
the make-believers did
real walls out of false beliefs
pyrrhic victorypyrrhic victory in Free Verse More Like This
relationships need autonomy
demands, dependence, expectations
this far and no further
one euro buys only one pastry
shift the goal-posts
so too varying pace of negotiations
internal, external, mutual
evolution is individual
joint ventures are unsustainable
neither want them dead
nor as they are
masters of the universemasters of the universe in Free Verse More Like This
add to the needs, add to the wants
trade in grain, not in hunger
trade in water, not in thirst
trade in land, not in tilling
that's the basic needs taken care of
trade in faith, not in wisdom
trade in bytes, not in knowledge
trade in arms, not in peace
that's the basic wants taken care of
begging to be fleeced, squeeze them dry
make your pile for the castle on sly
omnipresenceomnipresence in Free Verse More Like This
there is a large shadow of the top of a tree on the french doors
sometimes still, sometimes swaying gently in the quiet
a soothing, welcome presence
switch the room light on
it subsides, doesn't go away
that it should remind me of some giant human form
an existential outlookan existential outlook in Free Verse More Like This
blood is thicker than water, eh?
not when it comes to betrayals
breath in the same league
pumping in the putrid outside
day in day out
from day one
contaminating the body while sustaining it
until it too becomes a traitor
Bin LadenBin Laden in Articles & Interviews More Like This
Bin Laden : An inconsequential Death
Global violence increased appreciably since September 11, 2001. By the lowest credible estimates, some 1.5 million Afghans and Iraqis have been killed since then as against about 3,500 persons on that day.
Afghanistan invasion was explicitly launched to flush Bin Laden out, 'alive or dead' [George Bush the second]. Of the three main official lies for invasion of Iraq, one was Saddam Hussein's tie-up with Al Qaeda and involvement in 9/11 by implication. [Other two myth of Saddam's weapons of mass destruction and the least believable - ushering democracy in the Middle East.] According to the American and global mainstream version and perception Bin Laden was directly or indirectly responsible for the wars.
The total time and cost of 'the war on terror' are a decade and at least a trillion dollars.
On the second of May this year, the American president announced that Bin Laden was killed without a single American casual
callousand this is where i fall apart, bleedingcallous in Free Verse More Like This
but not as we know it.
you emptied me of sunsets, of the sweet scent
worn by summer air,
of the silence found in longing, the wish
for something far away.
you scraped off a layer of my skin,
there were dancers and drifters, bound by
rhythm but not by time.
(i was a child, wandering, sipping the atmosphere
like tap water.)
you demanded truth in layers of secret pathways,
but lost yourself in tangled ribbons,
choking us both like frightened snakes.
labyrinthiani guess i've started to doubt(my)humanity,labyrinthian in Free Verse More Like This
we bat our eyelashes in morse code
and expect to be heard,
but nobody really listens.
(and i must say, you are quite good at acting
like a person, but people
are only a facade, when it comes down
why should we matter more than mosquitoes?)
you'll always keep wondering
about the meaning of life
"maybe it's all in my head," you said. "a nightmare
meant just for me."
but honestly, why would we mean anything?
(you yell at the stars to come closer, cry out
for god to let you see.)
but god hides behind closed doors
just like schrodinger's cat,
neither alive or dead.
inheritancethe sunflower fields are burning,inheritance in Free Verse More Like This
just like your thoughts did
that time when i read you
"and i shall give you my lost desires,
my heavy heart wrapped in slippery trust,
my stamp collection and..."
you ceased to exist for a moment,
replaced by flames,
an atomic bomb detonating.
then nothing, you just
from me, from everything.
(and if you had given me the time, i'd have read
your mind out aloud like a movie script,
soulless one-liners mixed with sappy reunions).
but you left, without words or glimpses,
a trail of decay.
ghostin a way it still haunts me, how her wordsghost in Free Verse More Like This
left phantom pain,
as if they had always been a part of me.
(she said they abandon me in cycles, replacing
each other at every sunset.)
because i am not enough
for another day,
just a prologue for an unwritten story,
a footprint in the sand
erased by summer wind.
(i am forgotten).
and you looked at me,
obligation smeared across your face,
(in time it will peel off,
slowly erode away like mountains).
you don't need me,
i need you.
another version of the truthlet's skip through the unnecessary dialogue,another version of the truth in Free Verse More Like This
the late-night phone calls where she screams until you hang up,
the "i'll see you next monday,
until then i'll just try to breathe."
let's get to the part where she dies.
there is poetry under her skin, a pulse that defies everything,
arteries clogged with stutters and pleads.
she cut her finger on a paper once,
and words swirled out along with the blood,
drenched in a bitterness of sorts.
(she licked it off, but the words remained,
spreading across her body like chicken pox).
and it still itches, skin peeling off faster
than you break promises,
do you remember the sun when it went down?
she went down along with it
while you enjoyed the view.
still-bornmy vocal chords are twisting,still-born in Free Verse More Like This
choking out the truth from me:
no matter where i go, the past follows,
in burns and bruises.
this darkness rests in me,
but wakes up screaming
there are places but not for mei.there are places but not for me in Free Verse More Like This
so why do i live
for just another sleepless night at a nameless motel?
i wander the streets like a stray cat,
too feral for the touch of a helping hand.
feasting on mice, but still starving.
there are no answers down the road,
only gas stations and
the buzzing of my broken radio.
(i hum along with it).
i'm sorry but i can't come home.
(i hitchhiked to the end of days,
realized i had no face,
blinded by the highway signs,
my promises were left behind).
mirror/daughterwhy is itmirror/daughter in Free Verse More Like This
that my mother can't stand the quiet
as we drive down the same
road as usual?
she talks and i nod, turn on
the radio to escape her endless banter.
always finds a reason to say
things that hurt me
but not her.
i try not to listen, try not to yell
and cry and
(i paralyze time, inhale/exhale
this is just a 15 minute drive, and maybe
maybe she will understand.)
but she never realizes
i'm not a younger version of her,
a copy, with the same data installed.
sugar, we're going down(did you know that bones breathe beneath the flesh,sugar, we're going down in Free Verse More Like This
inhaling all your bruises?)
she made a necklace of your shattered desires,
said "wear this proudly dear,
for it will strangle you if you ever regret,
if you ever run away."
she carved sonnets into your flaky skin,
and you sang them for her,
soul strained to the limit.
but now, the scars have faded,
a distant hum
in the back of your mind.
stockholm syndrome lurks in every sip of coffee,
memories burning holes
in your tongue.
she was everything you feared but wanted,
of your own self-loathing.
motion sicknessand you, are you even listening? we all walk by,motion sickness in Free Verse More Like This
the same road, the same show, breathing
but never deep enough.
did you notice the trembling of his hands
is just like sunsets, how it
shows in cycles
but never ends?
promises aren't the words coming out of mouths,
nor a handshake or even a smile.
it's the absence of all these things,
a spring breeze that we feel
but never really notice.
(and maybe, i'm just stealing words from his tongue,
sentences wrapped a bit differently,
i guess i'll never know.)
Purity In EssenceGod whispers poetry in my earPurity In Essence in Free Verse More Like This
And I open forth an inky vein
I say inky because I release it in black
And sometimes blues
It's everything from my ruse to prove
That I'm as normal and happy as
A moon shining over a pair of lovers
But the ink spills over most of the time
While it flows and seeps into the fibers of whiteness
I'm really making crop circles in secret
Crop circles filled with messages to people
People who only see the crops being cut all the time
Always out of season
Or too late
And the ink continues to flow from God's mouth
Through my ears and into my brain
Then out my eyes
And that's usually when it turns blue
Sometimes it comes out of my mouth in sticky black
Causing ink to soak everyone
But they are not touched by the poetry that God tells me
They have stoppered their ears so the ink evades them
So I keep my ruse for those with gobstoppers in their ears
They can be terrified by my crop circles
Writing letters to myself may seem absurd
Still it's all I have to re
ExquestionsWhy?Exquestions in Free Verse More Like This
Most of the questions started that way.
But I learned that these questions have become null in most cases.
Because usually, they're the questions that people will try to answer right away.
Because they don't want to hear that question.
Because that question comes too quickly.
Because it is really annoying to hear someone ask that kind of question.
Because it makes someone vulnerable to the answer.
Because it's easier to just dish out the knowledge one has than have someone scavenge for it.
Because sometimes the explanation has already been given.
Because many people don't know how to explain, or if there even is an explanation.
Why did I treat this person so horribly?
Why don't I tell this person what I'm really thinking?
Why can't I be better about this habit?
Why can't people see how I see?
Why does everything have to just get complicated?
Why are humans so crude and stupid?
Why can't everyone just get along?
Why are these things bad?
Why are these things good?
Why is anyone eve
Lucid Rhapsody"Your eyes haunt my dreamsLucid Rhapsody in Free Verse More Like This
Your touch moves my bones
You're the child inside of me
Yearning to burn
You have glossed my reality
The mere substance of mystery
A spinning top over my past
Sequestered by youth...."
[VINYL SCRATCH AND REWIND THE TAPE.]
Alright I don't need to sugar coat it anymore.
You are honestly all I want right now.
You may think that's weird, or crazy - it might even creep you out.
We don't truly know each other.
If you know my name, I would be surprised.
But I have an eye out for you.
I know your face, your voice, and the way you look people in the eye.
I know what you wear, the way you smile.
We've seen each other around too often.
You've seen my face. You've looked at it as if you've been meaning to, and I wonder.
Why would you do that?
How could I let this happen to me?
More like the food I want a Doctor's (as in The Doctor) Lifetime Supply of.
I won't truly be satisfied until I see you again.
Just seeing you will give me the right b
Someone To SaveHow do you find the right hand to grabSomeone To Save in Free Verse More Like This
In a field of helpless strangers?
Whose is most important?
Whose will be needed most direly?
I see them coming at me
Like the kids on a merry-go-round
Each of their horses bucking them out of place
As they grab onto the pole
Tears bleeding from their faces
And band-aids unable to cover them
Each color should be a shade of brown
But they've dulled to gray
And I cannot see the color of their eyes
I'm not a saviour
But I would be for them
All the worn out shoes
The thin and ragged coats
The bruised lungs
And the scratched ribs
Ribs that have been worn threadbare to protect
My own heart cries to see beasts
Leaping at them
As if attacking their cages in attempts
To get their prey
It rarely ends
It continues to start
Little do I know I'm spinning in my own circle
Dizzied by the music
Waltzing me onto my head
Bleeding life out of my feet
And drowning my brain
I don't know if the hands grab for me
To lift me up
Or to be lifted
I assume they want
Through The RainI want to ride a horse through the rainThrough The Rain in Free Verse More Like This
If it helps
Wash away the scorns I give myself
No one has to be perfect
But if some of this filth stays
It will grow onto me
I can breathe in the rain
With the power of four hooves
I can call over the hills
And fall back from the thunder in response
Just take a moment
To redirect the wind and capture the lightning
I'm not a farmer of storms
But they fill my harvest of words
And make buoyant my blood
As passion is bled onto the books
I will take a steed and ride
Through the rain
Soak my coat and shoes
So I can come home
And taste a little warmth
Cardinal Offense MechanismSimple attic formCardinal Offense Mechanism in Free Verse More Like This
A pirouette in this twisted fashion
Mind set flawless
Gut flowing between the veins of right
Despite the bridge to the north
The left hand knows not its place
And my shadow hides on the bookshelf
Flapping hearts heads words around
and yet she sees nothing
no danger strangles the ankles
foreign bits yes but those claws do not consume
are there eagles circling the fire
Spin and walk in a straight tape
Stand back oh foul texture of metal
Thy poison doth not sting my breast
You know it is all air over fingers
More like a tightrope act
swift is a chair upon the face
to boil in hate and swim in the mire
no sacrifice suffices for the truth quite
simply as the ballerina turns to paper
He cannot bear to knock in fear of flying backwards
These cards are on strings
Being pulled by a horse and buggy
Led by skeleton in a top hat
Eyes scorching green
Armani suit of the first prototype
More like a robe swathing like a murderous shroud
Hear the bees in your ears mutter accusations
All on my own!There's a feeling kinda like jet lagAll on my own! in Free Verse More Like This
When you haven't written something for a while and
You wonder, "Why haven't I written anything?"
Maybe it's because there's been too much to do
Too much to stress about?
But if you're stressed, wouldn't that cause something brilliant?
It usually does.
Even then, a bit of randomness that
MAKES NO SENSE
Should pass itself off as genius.
So what is this?
A poem or a rant? You pick.
A poetic rant? Can those be poetic?
I've always wondered how slam worked.
I can't slam poetry.
Somewhere back in the fifteenth age of the world, people started slamming
Doors, words, hammers, women, all sorts of junk.
I initially cringe at slamming.
But to let the energy gradually exit the tips of my fingers
And the tip of my tongue
From the nodes and rods and cones and cortex of my brain
That poetry comes freer and sweeter.
It may never stay within my memory, but once it has been
Written; captured with an inken audience; set in a grave stone
Brought to life on a
Just Checking...It's been whileJust Checking... in Free Verse More Like This
It really hasn't been too long
But, for me, it's been a while
I really don't know what to say
Because I'm afraid anything I say is going to be stupid
How do I admit to you that
For the first time
You actually hurt me
I don't want you to know that
Because you wouldn't understand it
But it hurts more not to talk
Not to simply see how you're doing
You should see me in person
How I'm looking helplessly around the room
Biting my lip
Trying to think of what to tell you
Without telling you a lie
Or telling you the full truth
Friends don't break hearts
So how could I say I've been sick
Like my heart is nauseated by the thought
That we have a rift between us
A rift you don't even know exists
I keep being told
Just let it out already
Put it in your face
But you wear these sunglasses
These sunglasses like you wouldn't see through them
And they protect you
I could imagine you're happy that way
Why make you take them off?
I know I'm not the kind of art that draws your atte
UnrequitedIt's not a pain that sucks everything down into dark oblivionUnrequited in Free Verse More Like This
Nor a thorn in your eye
And it's not a hole in your bloodstream either
But it makes my vision worse every day
All the colors of life seem to disappear
And I can only see one thing
And it multiplies everywhere
Like this spiraling kaleidoscope
Taunting and kindly smiling back
My hands can do nothing in comparison
My words can't reach through that skull of reason
It's far more complex
That scene of serenity
Untainted by the trump-load of ignorance
Has kept me on my seat for a continuum of never-have-beens
And if it is put down, the walls fall in
It has been divined from the Divine
This is the way it should be
Yet lessons in patience linger with unwilling students
Like a rag doll lying in a corner
With the house burning around her
I pray that something will keep the flames away
And I survive the heat
It's the fear of No
And the even greater fear of Yes
And the worst fear of all: Never
At times it is just about my safety
Roads In The SkyRoads in the skyRoads In The Sky in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
Fluffy and white
Push your hands against the veil
Over your mind
What do you see?
Reach for your dreams
Castles made of summer dew
And spidery things
Hope for nothing but all your faith
Goes into what you make
Dragging strings behind yourself
Will never let you fly
Tie your shoes and run the race
You'll get rest if you're well-paced
Dancing to the finish line
Dance on roads in the sky
Out on the stage
Not feeling brave
Close your eyes and take a breath
Into your heart
How does it taste?
Weeks gone to waste?
Tonight is not impossible
You're made of grace
Ask for nothing but all your love
Rests on you like a dove
Holding onto to little stones
Will never let you fly
Take the light and sing your song
And you will thrive where you belong
Dancing as the days go by
Dance on roads in the sky
Give the truth and all your fears
Will smoothly disappear
Keeping weights inside a box
Will never let you fly
Plant a seed and all your sorrow
Grows roses for tomorrow
Dancing off the pain
I'm Here For You, Chapter 3Gabriel found himself back in the hospital the following day, just as the first traces of night trickled in.I'm Here For You, Chapter 3 in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
The bad news was, from the look of things, Castiel had not woken up yet, but he had expected that much. The good news was Castiel's Grace had at least stopped guttering out while he had been away; his little brother's condition had stabled and if Gabriel knew where Dad was hanging out, he would have sent a thank you note.
Still, while Castiel's Grace was not wavering anymore, the sight of it was hardly a comforting one: there was so little left of it that the only thing it could fully fill up was a freaking juice box! And not the good variety either. It was a miserable, tiny thing that hardly befitted an angel, but right now it was Castiel's sole chance of making it through this.
It was weird that Gabriel kept returning to him. He had known Castiel back in Heaven, of course, and he had spent as much time with him as he had done with the other gazillion angels, taking note that e
Delivering Messages, part 3After they had dropped off their sixth Message in Australia, Gabriel realized they were ahead of schedule and decided not to let the extra time go to waste.Delivering Messages, part 3 in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
"I am uncertain about this." said Castiel.
Gabriel made a 'pfft' sound as he brought Castiel closer to the building's ledge. "No brother of mine is chickening out on delivering justice. Now give me a battle-cry, Castiel; come on!" he exclaimed, patting/pushing his brother on the back.
Castiel stumbled and made a noise that sounded like a kitten stepping over its own tail.
"We'll work on that later." sighed Gabriel. He handed Castiel an empty ostrich egg (which he swiped and reassembled after the chick had hatched) and watched his brother turn it over worriedly.
"Is this really considered as justice?" Castiel asked.
"Duh! Why do you think I bothered liquefying fifty miles' worth of stinky cheese?"
retorted Gabriel, gesturing at the stock he had behind them. He placed both of his hands on Castiel's shoulders and started working on th
Delivering Messages, part 2The next Message was silver, and its recipient was inside the snooty palace beyond them.Delivering Messages, part 2 in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Gabriel was about to zap themselves in when a guardsman suddenly slapped handcuffs onto his and Castiel's wrists.
"Whoah, buddy, what gives?" Gabriel asked.
"I am no 'buddy' of yours. And 'what gives' is that you two have crushed the emperor!" he yelled.
Simultaneously, both angels glanced down to find that, indeed, there was a guy underneath them, twitching and moaning in agony.
"Huh, would you look at that," Gabriel remarked. This was the first time angels poofed on top of someone. The man seemed familiar though what was his name? Something-Caesar?
The guardsman ruthlessly tugged at their chains and Castiel stumbled into Gabriel helplessly. "You two are under arrest! You are to serve time in prison until the day of execution arrives!" he barked, pulling them into the palace.
"And that would be ?" Gabriel pressed.
"At sundown." he sinisterly answered. "You can join the rest of the pris
I'm Here For You, Chapter 7Gabriel was watching the fake-Castiel at the other end of the room.I'm Here For You, Chapter 7 in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
The 'real world' was always visible from the pocket dimension, almost like there had never been a division between the two. Of course, he had made the division soundproof ('cuz he had no intention of hearing what the doctors were yammering on about and what the new mondo-druggie across the hall had to say about SpongeBob every half hour), but something would constantly tug at him to take a sneak peak at the 'real world' and he always resisted that pull.
The fake-Castiel still had the breathing tube inserted into his esophagus; he was still wired to the heart monitor, which still showed that his heart was barely beating. His complexion was still bloodless and he had yet to exhibit the remotest signs of consciousness. If he were ever really alive, things would be looking ten shades of bleak for him, and if he were ever alive, the guy only had a few days, tops, left to live.
Gabriel was trying to convince himse
I'm Here For You, Chapter 5The subsequent night, Gabriel had no idea why he came back to the hospital.I'm Here For You, Chapter 5 in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
He really should be more focused on the whole Apocalypse thing, particularly now that he had a strong lead on something. Things were suddenly picking up their pace and it was only a matter of time before a huge event happened, such as a whole network of towns detonating like a row of roman candles, and people sure as hell would not be smiling about it.
Right now, he had a place and he had his agenda; he just had to wait for the date.
Gabriel had at least a hundred things he still needed to do, but when he had been flying, he suddenly had the urge to change his course. He got it; he did have the (slight) tendency to (sometimes) get easily distracted, but - come on! - even he knew that this war was something that could not be put off or ignored (and Dad knew how hard he tried doing that last part).
Seriously, though; he had no reason to be here. Castiel was perfectly fine - well, maybe not perfectly fine, but it
I'm Here For You, Chapter 2He was busy, Gabriel told himself; he had bigger, more important things to do now that the world was ending, and baby-sitting stupid little brothers simply did not fit into that category.I'm Here For You, Chapter 2 in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
He found himself in the hospital anyway.
In a nutshell, Castiel looked horrible, and the sight of all these machines and tubes and wires around him made Gabriel a little queasy. Angels should not need breathing devices to keep them alive, angels should not be wired to a heart monitor to know if they were still in their meat-suit or not, angels should have their welfare dependent on their Grace and not on an IV drip.
Gabriel did not know much about healing other angels that was Raphael's job, and from what he had heard, his brother had gone a teeny bit psycho lately but he was aware that just snapping his fingers and granting Castiel the equivalent of a full recovery right now was too soon. At the weak state he was in, suddenly giving him that much power and strength was comparable to put
The Little Gray FishCastiel watched the creature before him with wide, fascinated eyes. He was a bit frightened about it, he had never seen anything like it before, but as usual his curiosity got the better of him. He broke away from the huddled mass of his brothers and sisters, who were monitoring the developments of Earth, and cautiously approached the fish. He was about to reach it when he felt a hand land on his shoulder and gently restrain him.The Little Gray Fish in Short Stories More Like This
"Don't step on that fish, Castiel. Big plans for that fish." informed his older brother.
Castiel stared at him thoughtfully, then back to the fish that was still pulling itself onto dry land. "Big plans?" he repeated.
"That's right. Very big plans, very important."
Castiel tilted his head. "What plans?" he innocently asked.
His brother chuckled. "No one exactly knows but the Father. Best not to interfere with His Will then." he stated.
Castiel nodded, taking it all in. "Can I take it back to Heaven with me once it's done fulfilling Father's Will?" he inquired.
Delivering Messages, part 1Slinging the satchel over him, Gabriel made his way out of his Father's throne room.Delivering Messages, part 1 in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
"Oh come on, Dad, last time wasn't that bad." he exclaimed, turning around. "So I forgot to warn Atlantis that they'd get a leak. You can't take one tiny mistake and use that to base the outcome of the rest of my performances."
The next thing he knew was that he was outside and that the massive doors slammed shut behind him.
Gabriel made a peeved sound. "Figures."
He opened his satchel again to verify its contents. Yep. Seven, as always. He really did not get the fixation with that number around here, but whatever. He had a job to do, and for the sake of getting back into Dad's good graces again, he cannot afford any screw-ups. No mixed deliveries, no late deliveries, no picking up 'extra deliveries', no upsetting the clients in any means.
Sure, he can do this. He was an archangel.
He also had a selectively unreliable attention span.
Nonetheless, Gabriel secured his goods and prepared himself for the c