Lava stiletto lips
drips Medusa kisses
transmitting stone corpse aperitifs
she slithetrs hither on
out of night sways of
narcoleptic nuptial napkins
snake strand locks of love
conceal couquettic tenderizing
fetish fantasies of climactic
carnivorous copulations.
Leviathan legs of boa bondage
clench my every clandestine thrunch.
Gonad groundswells of deep droning
desires-immersive of Eden's ego, forgo
an all atoned, permissable persuasions,
passions primitive, albeit death defying
defamations. I thus conclude a deciduous
daunting demise driven by perennial postulates
and hormonal harassed hecticals capturing
coital consequences, feverently focused,
freely formed frailties, neatly nestled,
innately interred, individually invested
by human happenstance helpings of
hepatic herbs of mythological memories
measured in manmade miniature statuettes
cold carved into rejuvenating relics
of our own Rock of Ages intent.
I APPEAL ME'LORD
Litigations against me
Carnal sins counted thrice
Insanity, sterility, concubines-
Concocted, hence
Baseless.
I can sing,
ëEvery night in my dream
I see you, I feel you
Thatís how, I know you
My heart will go on, far across the distance
And spaces between usí,
Celine on cape, dolefully.
I pray on my knees
My daughter, my blood
Honest to wedlock.
I read with reverence,
ëAsathoma Satgamaya
Thamasoma Jyothirgamaya
Mrithyoma Amrithamgamayaí.
My Pranam to Sun,
ëLet your rays be my guideí.
Plaintiff and accusations-
Why, why, I falter
Falsification of life
Pushing me, a muscle storm
Perched on unreachable heights.
I appeal Me'Lord
No bats with wickedness
No crooked defamations
No fake witnesses
Creep to your desk.
Let her place before You
Cool !!! CoolÖÖÖ
Her wish to move to poles different
Separation
Lift the pendency.
My flesh trembles,
Iím afraid of judgements.
I bow my head
Put my thumb.
Shower justice to see my daughter
Once in a year,
X-mas eves
When reindeers draw sledge
When Santa calls
My child and me
At our door-
I succumb
I yield
I fix my thumb
On my fate
I yield ÖÖ
Vanity of the sallying brain,
Kindling, as the flame burns
To sustain,
Only the wisdom of mind,
Brings no disdain,
Intriguing words of
Deliberated desires,
Where intentions of infidelity
Acquire
The attained loyalty of the
Unconscious mind,
Doubts of fearful defamations,
Devour when one loses
His wisdom and creation,
Thus loses life’s significance…
Only found within the
Pilgrimage of self,
Where the soul re-attains
The lost wisdom and originates
Wisdom of pure
Self-consciousness and awareness…
A man does his job the best that he can,
Even if he does not understand,
The whys and when's of his commander's intentions,
War is a creation of man, Not God's invention,
Trust that the Lord will be at your side,
To hold your hand and be your guide,
Fear not the spoils and defamations of war,
A man does his best at the completion of his chores,
And doesn't look back to see the destruction,
For what's done in the past is left for The Master's instruction,
Trust in the Lord, look for the Sign Of The Doves,
And strive for perfection is what A Real Man Does!
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