klausie little exposed again.' yet but shrinking
Interest i have to pen.' Maybe some trans-formers
Would like to play? Yet I think? poor old Klausie
Will soon, be in the closet to stay.'
You forget who you are
Amidst the chaos of this journey
You ignore your true purpose
Trying to chase your problems
You lose your identity
As you suck into the society's labels
Before you even realise
You're engulfed by the worries of this world
You've lost track of time chasing hard cash
You're a reflection of what you wished not to be
Many years ago when you'd judge your formers
Who am I? What have I become?
You ask yourself
Unable to recognize the person you see
Little did you notice
While you were trying to make amends in others
You lost a part of you to them
Until there was nothing left of you
That truly belonged to you
Now you're just like others
An automaton, a label, a status, a cash cow
Mathematics can never calculated
This is elusive, but exclusive
An unpredictable love affair
That has started an evolution
In my heart that has been
Battered and bruised
Formers squandered
My warmth....became melancholy
There was a detachment
Until we began sexing
And you made me your vixen
Out of the dusk
My physicality emerged
Because I was on the verge
Of an explosion of pruriency
And all the while, you smile
Because you brought me to
A celestial euphoria
Beyond a span and omission
I keep pinching myself
To make sure you are
Truly realistic
And not just an addition
To idolatrous statistics
Promises of Peace
I've seen many old strong heads to which age is beautiful
Grace of youth is all beyond; they have all been strangely quiet,
Soundless, health and also integrity is known to the full
Strangely enough they've been in life well tempered by it.
Alas there walks a young man has not slept his years are at war
So of foreign and civil but seems like the formers worse,
But now the old can breathe now in safety the are
They have forgotten what youth meant; nor has being perverse.
Then the fools running the gauntlet alas getting cut
Of the five sense by whips and especially by me,
I wish to live a long, so very long as if it were but
For all in good trades in those fevers tranquility.
Been thinking as though of entire and of sweet in the grave
How shall the dead taste the all-inclusive deep treasure they have.
Written: 11/21/14
Theresa Marie
Promises of Peace
I've seen many old strong heads to which age is beautiful
Grace of youth is all beyond; they have all been strangely quiet,
Soundless, health and integrity is known to the full
Strangely enough they've been in life well a tempered by it,
Alas there walks a young man has not slept his years are at war
So of foreign and civil integrity but the formers worse,
But now the old can breathe now in safety they are
They have forgotten what youth meant; nor has being perverse,
Then the fools running the gauntlet alas getting cut
Of the five senses by whips and especially by me,
I wish to live long, so long as if it were but
For all in good trades in those fevers tranquility,
Been thinking as though of entire and of sweet in the grave
So how shall the dead taste the all-inclusive deep treasure they have.
Written: 11/21/14
Theresa Marie C.
The huge price, we have given for it
to speak ,to think,and to live
To heal my mother’s wounds and tears
My formers had given a valuable price
Her chain of salvery hasbeen removed by
Their blood and tears in the prisons
Our free air is their reward to us for that
They paid their lives and souls
Our tricolour flag is flying in the sky
To invite them to this land once again
Our national anthem echoes even in the hall of heaven
to praise their work for this nation
In this day of Independence
We take the pledge to keep Her crown in this land
up to the existance of last INDIAN
SAKTHI RAVICHANDRAN AN INDIAN ENGLISH POET
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