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she had put a band on her wrist
in case she got lost on the journey
‘missing me but don’t return to sender’
no name or address just a simple message
a foresworn identity label of lost track
her abandoned reality checked out
dumped but not stranded she vacated
the shell of a wreck that left her misplaced
had surrendered to storms high and dry
she would have to relinquish misgivings
abjure past convictions and trespass
into the wilderness of broken repair
disavow compass needle and star chart
drift from transgressions into unknowable
recovery of courage in a wide open sea
with no emergency flares she capitulated to
forces beyond her control and shredded
the life buoy of sunken dreams and despair
flood gates were open as she shed one last tear
a carcass bobbing in wild water and white rapids
drift wood cutting deep inside her final remains
she was scared as everyone had left her side
‘too much chaos and dysfunction’ they said
‘she’ll destroy you while spiraling down’
a fool’s ship in quarantine flying a yellow flag
of black death and purulent contamination
a hobgoblin’s delight but perilous and vile
she felt disowned and homeless cast aside
rejected and discarded with no one to blame
other than her own miserable deception
after years of rip tides and dangerous currents
she crashed on breakwater emotions and pain
overcame the sea wall and held on to the shore
a disused fisherman’ cottage offered her shelter
the fireplace warmed her bones and contempt
thawed her mind and rekindled a weary soul
a glance in the mirror of hope showed her mercy
and revealed what an epic path she had taken
blissful abandon and a band on scarred joint
14th June 2020
‘What good´s permitting some prophet of doom? To wipe every smile away …’
The orator grins at his drunken audience through make up and mask
Opens the cabaret’s veil in the theatre of forsaken minds on the run
Champagne flows from magic fountains while Berlin falters from grace
The wild thirties dance to an apocalyptic sound of paralized conscience
Outside the toothbrush moustache commandeers Svastika’s march
Torches set light to mislead passion and houses of semitic prayer
Crystal breaks as brown shirts parade their poisonous conquest
Heil to the savage Führer when ‘reality is something to rise above’
Pirouettes swirl on stilettos while boots squash compassion and lives
Caviar evades judeo-bolshevik scapegoats and trains to the camps
Blond blue-eyed conception born to inhabit Lebensraum on the map
Feeds into industrialist’s dream of war effort and armoured production
The white flag of surrender stuck into skull bones and belligerent stride
No meaningful rise of resistance only raised arms and ‘following orders’
When God capitulated and sang his swan song to the sound of hell fire
And prophets of doom cashed in on gas chambers and golden teeth
It’s easy in hindsight to lift the pen from an immaculate ink-pot of courage
But where would I have been when ashes in Auschwitz were ascending
When evil tore into the last bit of humanity in a vile coup of disgrace
As I look into the mirror of history I reflect on the cowardice in my soul
21st February 2020
‘What good´s permitting some prophet of doom? To wipe every smile away …’
Line from Cabaret the musical base on Christopher Isherwood’s 'Good-bye to
Berlin'
Theme for the poem ‘Reality is something to rise above' Liza Minelli
The black hole was enticing me,
The mysteries lying past, its sensuous obscurity,
All the lights behind me were waning,
And the gloom spreading all around me,
I saw a few reasons to turn back and seek the fading lights,
But I saw millions of explanations to enter the luscious dark horizon,
Because I fell and found no purpose to get up again,
Because I was tortured and had no energy to fight back,
I was branded by a hot iron cast of societal rulebooks and I did not resist,
I was capitulated in agony, yet did not hope to heal.
I was numb, sore, crippled and mutilated,
Torn and worn out, denying to nurse myself back.
My mind had cut itself from the rest of my body,
My heart implemented some remaining beats to keep me going.
My tears flowing like the despondent river that lost its urge to join the sea,
Aimless, insubstantial, desperate, I decided to seek asylum in the dim,
That assured peace.
But then someone whispered from behind,
Some formation too feeble like the distant fading beams,
But strong voice it had, its manifestation intense.
It asked me to come back, to the light,
Where everything was genuine, unlike the mirages displayed by the darkness,
Love would be found, hope reborn every time it died,
There were more moments to be experienced,
More memories to be made.
There were them who loved you, them for whom you must live,
The life that you got, it’s a gift from God,
To make your soul more resilient, chiselled into perfection,
Unlike the false promises, forged emotions and impractical faith,
Being offered in the murkiness,
Because if you were lost in the brighter side, the lights would guide you,
But if you got lost in the black hole, you became endlessly lost.
K.S.Lakshmi
An angel of the Lord said to Mary
God has need of you
A shift is about to occur in your life
Something bold and brand new
If you allow yourself to be redirected
By God's mighty hands
You must then recognize and remain obedient
When God reveals His mighty plans
God moves, God behooves
And His actions may affect more than just you
There will be a paradigm shift
Where multitudes will be influenced too
But your godly dividends will come on the back end
When its time to trade in your spiritual stock
Once you reclaim your hope, trust in your faith to cope
As that shift may cause you some shock
You just need to believe, in order to perceive
That shift may change the course of your life
To now be resigned that God will redesign
Like when He gave Mary His son Jesus the Christ
So let go of hopelessness
As it only capitulated into dead dreams
Reclaim your hope and refocus
As God shifts to bring forth a new thing
It may be a political proclamation
Like that which gave importance to a younger virgin girl
God shifted to make her the bearer of His son Jesus
Thus changing the whole world
So don't ever discount yourself
When it comes to your purpose and possibilities
We are all blessed and highly favored
As we wait for our godly victories
So when God calls you forth remember
All the planning and networking has been set in place
The inventory and supplies have been already delivered
With the shift full of His mercy and grace
Mary reclaimed her hope
And realized her significance in this life
She embraced her shift
And welcomed becoming the mother of Our Lord Christ
A fictional write of a loveless plight…
Once Upon a Dream
"When you're wishing upon a twinkling star
Gracious fairies gather from realms afar
Sent to mend hearts what’re broken in two
Bringing love of your loved one home to you.”
Once upon a dream a long time ago
You came into my life and charmed it so
Gently kissing my lips, you kissed my heart
Beneath glowing beams of heavenly stars.
Above the rainbow pretty bluebirds flew
In a fantasyland made just for two
A magnetic rapture of sky above
Perfectly enhancing the mood for love.
Beauty of each moment, minute and hour
Unfurled alike an exquisite flower
Till time came and spelt close of our romance
Breaking the spell that made our lives enhanced.
Bittersweet are finely tuned joys and grief
A song in my heart on constant repeat
Rhapsody that brings back both dear and sad
And movie star magic dreams we once had.
If only we could time travel aback
Capitulated to mystic comeback
Reliving memories, heaven blessed
Of golden years that were simply the best.
It's lonesome without you, to proceed on
Days are long from dawn to setting of sun
Yet no one out there my heart would embrace
Not in the universe of outer space.
I view moon and stars through mist of my tears
Wishing us back to future's tranquil sphere
Joyous together in true love light gleam
Our hearts entwined, as once upon a dream.
29th August 2021
Without Reason and Without Cause
Doodle around and then relax;
then doodle some more and pass.
And hope tomorrow won’t hide the sun,
though your course already has run.
Cease this whimsical nonsense
—liberate and act, not the fool,
but prove your genius,
and defy character of rule.
I withheld truth and capitulated;
without reason and without cause.
And abetted false narrative,
and now life is questionable?
Like a tree frozen in winter,
yielding fruit rotten on the branch;
In punishment, my mind crawls
through slums where I tell everyone,
“Chump change. I was never important.
Let them pirouette in my face.
Hasta la vista! (Until we meet again!)”
Investigators cordon off the area
speaking in broken English,
“The facts speak for themselves.”
Sloths, like their animal predecessors,
welcome closure after the occurrence.
***
Notes:
Reasonable suspicion is more or less a hunch or guess without substantial evidence that a crime has the appearance of having been committed and justifies further investigation.
Probable cause is the logical conclusion after observation or investigation, supported by facts and circumstances, that a crime has been, is being, or will be committed.
Sleepless Valentine
I took the pinkie blue cuddlesome bear
And by its blood scarlet bow
Noose tied hung it
Too soft
With its felted heart
And false cute sentiment
And with eyes burning hot
I tore it down
Fluffy bear
Thrown to the ground
Where
The petal shard-ed reds of rose
Lay dashed
On broken stems
Thrashed to the corner
The puffy pleading little arms
And big round mollusc eyes
And cutie pie smile
So in bare feet
I could trample flowers
In a Disney valentine
Till I lay on my bed
Groaning, shudders and weeping
And all the words I wrote
Of love
Couldn’t stop the pleading
Of my heart
Not to feel these empty arms
Riled against my pillow I did
And scratched and tore
At cold cotton sheets
While images of you
Lay my souls ever itch in my head
While my blood screamed
With dead Rosetta Rosaceae
And this nights sleepless toss and turn
Has not begun
Has not lifted an eye lid
And stolen my dreams
No
The long dawn has not even begun
To bleed its way through solitary hours
And find me capitulated
In the teddy bear whispers
Of the night still ahead
I must steal myself instead
And continue to hanker after the witches red
Of ringlet hair
And bend my will
To sullen acceptance
No
Not together
No
Not yet
No more creativity deemed on
the exercise of rotten faculty
Nor burning intelligence’s
penalty
Nor repression sold as
suppression
Nor dissemination of distortion
I shall be content at dawn
To take my leave
Subjugation’s tyranny’s ambition
It’s combat?
Humanity’s mission
Submission’s antithesis is
faction
Behold as protest is deemed
agitation
As justice refuses man’s
gratitude
Take my head be-header
For this truth you shall never
erase
For I am decapitated but not
capitulated
Speak not of blood ties when
you only bleed lies
Repression is a passport to
humanity’s extinction
I’m neither angel nor devil
Nor saintly nor evil
I am human
Striving for what’s right
Enemies call me cold
I belong in no shelf
I put no labels to myself
Save to say love is my way
When walls brought stuffy
indoctrination
And repression funded mental
assassination
Humanity created a blowing
wind
I climb beyond the human
heights
When I'm telling the truth
Explosive in the extreme
I’m called subversive
When i’m only creative
They call me kinky
When i’m only inky
I raise an objection
And get a rejection
When the best brains become
exterminated
And purity poison to
contaminate
For if the worst doesn’t come
to the best the sun shall
rise in the west..
I don’t know how to pray
When everyday is the same
How many times do I lift my soul
To tell you of the thousands of your children
Dead
Missing
Homeless
My bleeding brain, rubbed raw from hours of pleading is resigned, capitulated, ready to say
God bless everyone
And have done.
You know what bless means.
You know who everyone is.
God bless everyone
God bless Japan.
God bless the babies crying in crowded shelters
And the mothers trying to quiet them.
God bless the fathers struggling to go on
And the children who play in the dirt and sleep in the dark.
God bless Japan.
Bless the workers
Looking in the rubble for breathing corpses
Breathing your love into the silence.
God bless the ones stopping the leak
Not knowing which button to push
Which cord to cut
Which puddles spell death.
God bless everyone who turns out a light.
Those leaving, and bless those who stay
With fear streaking silently down their cheeks.
God bless everyone trying to remember
And those trying to forget.
God bless them as the scan lists of names
And squeeze their broken hearts back in proud, unbreakable spirits.
God bless everyone.
God bless Japan.
What she may feel in moist reveal of the entrance
to her body, eludes description, as muscular skin
contracts and enfolds the member's frantic thrust,
and draws him deeper and deeper within.
Half closed eyes, she cries, chews on the pale knuckle,
shaking, sheathed in electrical sweat, spasms at the seminal jet,
surrender to needing, to love and to lust,
and writhing in rapture too sweet to forget.
Explosions of breath in hydraulic moaning,
personal juice creaming bristle and sheet,
stained seeping memorials, mingled, combust
and spread an inferno of sexual heat.
Later seen in the gleam of perfumed candles, cherry lips
engulfing the latent penile head,
probing tongue and sharp saliva salve the limpid question,
and stimulate harder, much harder in the sacred bed.
From pleasure received and pleasure bequeathed,
the symbolic image yet fleshed and consummated
seals the acts in swallow and intimate digestion
and the taste of power thus capitulated.
As of then, for now and forever she sees them gel as one,
he who touched her womanhood, the mothering womb;
she who ate his manhood with insatiable affection,
for she is his and will remain until the crack of doom.