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A DREAMERS PLIGHT ON JUDGEMENT DAY
Give solely sovereign sway & Masterdom.
The air nimbly & sweetly recommends itself unto my gentle senses
To commend the ingredients of my poisoned chalice.
But this same thing we desire the most
That makes us say 'the one I love the most is the one I hate the most'.
The love that follows us at times is our trouble.
How tender it is to love the babe that milks me?
And make my face vizards to my heart,
Disguising what they are.
False face hide what the false heart knows.
From a dream, I hear a shout; a loud one
But hear it not, the dreamer; for it is a knell
That summons thee to heaven or to hell
For sleep is the cousin of death
Which keeps the face pale as lights thickens,
The crow flies away to the rooky wood.
Nights black agents rouse to their preys.
As a dreamer wakes unannounced from nightmare
And eats his meal in fear
Sleeping in the affliction of those terrible dreams
That shakes him nightly.
The torture of the mind which maketh lie
In restless ecstasy...
My virtues will plead like Angels trumpet-tongued.
Upon the sightless winds
Shall blow the realities (of life) in every eye,
Restrain in me the cursed thoughts that nature gives way to in repose.
Innocence & pity like a naked new born baby
Striding the blast or heavens cherubim riding on an horseback
Then arose to escape the thrills of the instant
Living a coward you ones own esteem.
And I asked: is it nights predominance or days shame?
But knowing where my path leads to; I follow my journey
Even when the dark night strangles my travelling lamp.
Would nature hold God's benison from those
That would make good of bad and friends of foes?
Maybe with vivacious or flushed face, we all go to the grave
After life's fitful fever, we sleep well
And be not disturbed, nothing touches us further.
Just like a possessive man trust are their great grandmothers
He sleeps well not, because six feet of solid earth
Hath not keep her permanently underground.
She would creep out - so many Lazaruses from the grave
But after the dead which goes to peace
And at the end, hears a voice cast from pure gold, calling
Heaven or hell, the book chooses
Even he who was left unwept, untombed,
A rich sweet sight for the hungry birds beholding
Leaves for a permanent and eternal home.
Get set.
VickWizzy
Vick Manuel Poetry {VMP}
Copyright ©2009.
In this evening, I wear the perfect smile, and,
you’ll quake, in the wake of my guile
Cause I’m the best liar you’ll ever meet,
Because, In a way, I swear, I’d mean it
Not, to say that I believe it, but
The intention’s there all the same
This is my confession, my admission of guilt.
Because, it’s upon good intentions, that the road to hell is built
I’m always working toward my goals, and my dreams
But, in self observation, I'm beginning to question my means
As of late, been having a lot of trouble, maintaining the tension in the telegraph lines
And for that reason, the deserving will have no honorable mention
For these wires that run from ear to ear
have been in disrepair, for the best part of the last year
And, this is my apology, as well as, a desperate plea
Because, in reality, I’m in need, of someone that can save me,
Someone to be the monkey on my back
And one who possesses all that I lack
Someone who could, with words deify the drying of paint
And, since patience is a virtue, my girl will have to be a saint
Someone who bear with me, when I beg her to stay
and then push her away
Endearingly Awkward, is all I want to be
The martyr, with out the fee
But, the apprehension in me, doth decree
My title has the need for a higher degree
of precision, and simplicity
And, In fear’s wake, I’m brought to my knees
And, despite my hearts desperate plea,
I comply, and then cease to be,
Until, love breathes her life into me
I feel poison coursing through my logic
And capitulation that could be considered tragic
I’m growing weary, of this battle,
In which my ambitions are roped like cattle,
And slaughtered, just to end up filling the bowls and plates
Of, fear, my sworn enemy, the one I’ll never cease to hate
Considered jaded by some, and boring to most
I feel the part of the silhouette, or the ghost
But, in all honesty
I am, in a word, broken.
I don’t know, I cant even begin
To tell the difference between ecstasy and agony,
Or know what to say, when asked about my identity.
in the evening, behind this perfect smile, at my fork in the road,
contemplating left, or right, and carrying a hell of a load, .
I put faith in a coin toss,
Not knowing which led to love, and which to loss,
caught in clenched fist,
And slapped down on bare wrist,
for an instant, i wonder
if this Is reprobation?
Or some road, leading to my vindication?
Seasonal sensational Love
These lovely eyes bracing the glimpse of Trees, Mountain,
And Rain in parallel, Falling in its pioneeringly expressive ways!!
Clutching my attention, Serene beauty stickered on my Heart,
Tantalizing with the rhythm of jazzy shake,
Rain pounded against my window!!
Ringing bells lighted the inner peace,
Mountains dwelled with the green nature band,
Paced off those lovely yards,
The garden green snippet filled my soul with the refreshed air!!
The sun rising across the bay,
Inter tranquillity fluorescenced my soul.
Praising vociferously with the theme of attitude towards life,
Around the globe wanted to face the Life's fate.
Ruby red sun tinged through the west,
Water falling through the Cleavage of the mountains!!
Rainbow flashing against my eyes like a mist in heavenly arcade.
Thumping night life on the bustling island amazed me!!
The white cotton sky,
Plugged in with vivid spectrum in depth!!
Immersed in deep ruby eyes of her,
Neither the constraints of latitude and longitude,
Just bouncing the sunshine forever!!
Bracing with rose gold moon in its arms with the twilighting stars,
Perked up with full of energy!!
Rejuvenated with full joy,
The strength of spark instigated my feelings towards you!!
Harmonious accord establishing the ceasefire,
By showering rain to melt the temperature of boiling sun!!
Opening the switches of my heart,
Stimulating the senses,
You will find desire of Love towards you!!
Melancholy rain, Cinerous sky,
Blazing eyes, Peasant walkaway!!
Just can’t forget You Honey,
Life has quite often solaced my eyes,
Glow of cotton rubbing socket of vision throughout years!!
Your eyes,
I love you baby!!
Your smile,
I like that way You come and cheers my heart blazing my soul!!
Baby just come in my life cleansing my broken heart,
Baby you come back please!!
And then only you will find the peck on the cheek!!
Staring in my direction,
You attracted me again, occupying the vacant space of my heart!!
Come again, please heal my heart!!
To my dearest dear…
Am going through a very bad phase
Loads of works and above all business targets,
Once you came to my thought
And out of all yips, I smiled back for a second
Those flicks with you often n often.
It had been days…
And a movie without you is such a draggy em.
My friend writing for you today…
just to hear from you
Have you ever missed me the way I miss you every day!!!
I turned back my pages and a recap from those French classes
It all began when I shared with you few notes and trifle tattles
Best of you three and among you were bit different
Yet once a time to one I was coquettishly attracted.
Befell with usual conversations and sometimes a walk down to the back gate
A smile shared with wonted hi n hello
And an eye to eye abut during the morning break
Day by day and months later we met up at the orkut network.
First few chats pass on with formal gabs
And later I came up with those fiddling craps.
My usual put-ons and your internet slangs
Still reminds me how I use to share with you
Talks about music and movie blabs.
Washed-out few memories, I wonder how I came in touch with you regularly
Familiarity build up and I started to intimate you.
I saw a friend in you and I saw eternality in you
I felt your accent and I felt how much I miss you.
The Nandan erred foreign flicks and lavishly spent at south city
Few snacks and secret fags on our way,
An overnight fuddle…
I just smiled with you all the way.
I wondered your love toward pets
And I wondered your routine aperiodic,
I esteemed your didacticism
And I esteemed your sensation,
I pray at your benevolence
And I wish for your love always be your existence.
Dear Friend! Today I miss you more,
And I wish you to be here
Your presence will give me a blissful core.
I miss you and I will be missing you,
But promise me before you leave
I just want to sit and recollect all those memories with you.
Through my words and through this letter,
I penned you forever n ever
If ever you need me you’ll always find me near.
I wish you a life with smiles and cheers
Just hit me if ever you are invited with undesired tears.
It’s now to say goodbye
Hope to see you soon and hear from you, A reply!!
Till then…take care n bu bye
Yours forever…longed amigo.
(Note: This poem is dedicated to one of my closest friend Shaoni Mukhopadhyay)
THEY WISHED TO HAVE
FUN AND THOUGHT A PARTY
WOULD BE THE BEST WAY,
( AND CHEAPEST) TO
HAVE HER SON'S BIRTHDAY
PARTY, HER FREINDS
ENGAGMENT PARTY
AND HER OWN
BIRTHDAY PARTY.
aLL IN ONE, WOULD
ALLOW THE WHOLE
BUNCH TO DO-IT
AT ONE TIME.
SHE NEVER LIKED PARTIES,
REMINDED HER
HAVING TO EXPLAIN TO A
LARGE CROWD OF PEOPLE
THE RULES OF GATHERING,
SHE ASKED IN WRITTING
ALL INVOLVED TO
BE ON THEIR BEST BEHAVIOR.
SHE KNOW THAT A CERTAIN BUNCH OF
WOMEN WOULD DO SOMETHING TO RILE
THE NERVES OF SIR QUIBBLE. SINCE
NO ONE SPOKE AGAINST THESE
WOMENS METTLING, THEY
THOUGHT IT WAS RIGHT FOR THEM TO
CREATE SITUATIONS WERE THEY WOULD
BE SEEN AS OVERPOWERED
AND THE " FAIR LE SAY" I LATTER
LEARNED IT MEANT
"THE SWEET LITTLE TROUBLED WOMAN".
THAT SOME OF THESE MEN WERE SEQUACIOUS
AND LACKED TRUST BETWEEN ONE ANOTHER
THEY OFTEN LABELED THOSE WHO COULDN'T
FIND WOMAN TO MARRY AND PROCREATE WITH
AS "BLACKHAT HUSY LIKERS" AND THOSE WHO
COULD FIND WOMAN AND WERE
WELL LIKED BY LADIES AS " WHITE HAT DOERS"
WHEN ONE WOMAN READ THE LIST OF PEOPLE
INVITED TO THE PARTY, SHE SPOKE THE FELLA'S
NAME AND SAID, SATURADAY mARCH 12,
IS BLACK HAT SUNDAY, A DAY THAT WHORES
HAVE WAY, THESE MEN SHALL
FIND COUPLING EASIER AND MORE ENJOYABLE.
WE THOUGHT NOTHING OF IT UNTIL
DAY OFF THE PARTY,
SHE CAME IN WITH A BEAUTIFUL GOWN,
THAN SHE SAID LOOK
AND WE DID AND SHE LIFTED HER GOWN
TO REVEAL HER KNICKERS
SHE SAID...
"THESE MEN LACK
THE INTELLEGENCE OF
KNOWING A WOMAN, A WOMAN
WITH ROOTS IN GOSSIP CIRCLES
THESE FOOLS NEED TO BE
AROUND A CHICK THAT'S
GOT IT GOING ON "
SHE CAME ON THE BACK OF A PICK-UP TRUCK
WITH MEMBERS OF THE ORCHEASTRA
SHE TOLD ONE LADY, IF I'M PREGANT
I'M GONNA NAME MY CHILD RADIOWAVE
CAUSE MUSIC WASN'T THE ONLY
THING INVISIBLE LAST NIGHT.
WHEN THE FELLA WIFE FINDS OUT
I GUESS WE GONNA IGHT OR SOMETHING
SHE TOLD US THE FUN STARTS WHEN THE
LAST MAN GET'S HIS,
I GUESS THEY PUT THE CONDUCTER IN THE BACK!
FROM PART ONE OF "USALLY FROM PRIVILEGED"
THE STORY OF "THE SEACITY WHORE" A STORY
ABOUT A WOMAN WHO BECAME WEALTHY
WHEN INVENTING THE CAN SHAPED
APPERATUSS ON D. W. NEWTON'S TIMEMACHINE.
FICTION 1934, NEW YORK, NEW YORK,
COPYRIGHT USE WITH PERMISSION
THE STORY INSPIRED THE SONG "DISK CORE RAIN"
FROM THE STAGE PRODUCTION "
"COMFORTS AND COMPANIONSHIP"
GAINING AND MAINTAINING HER TRUST
BECAME A CHORE DISTINGUISHED BY
THE RESPONSIBILITIES THEY BECAME ENGAGED
BUT ONLY FOR THE SAKE OF ENGAGEMENT
THUS THE SAKE OF BEING MIGHT SIMMER
HIS WANT MIGHT HE TIRE FROM
THE MAINTENANCE OF KEEPING HER PLEASED
MADE SELECTING RANDOM TIMES TO REFLECT
ON THE OPINIONS OF THOSE
WHO SUPPORTED HER VIEW
OF HOW A LOVE SHOULD BE
AT TIMES WHERE HE
WAS CONDUCTED
TO EXPLAIN HIS BEHAVIOR
SHE WOULD HIDE
BEHIND THE FACTS
OF HIM BEING
WILD AND UNTAMED YET REFUSING TO
REVEAL HER OWN SITUATIONS
THOSE WHERE SHE WOULD BE INVOLVED
WITH OTHERS IN LIEU OF HIM THOSE OTHERS THAT
SOUGHT TO HAVE HER WOULD DO SO WITH THE
ASSISTANCE OF HER FRIENDS
ONLY TO UNDERMINE HIM
SO THAT HE MIGHT BE LESS IMPORTANT AND
THAT HE WOULD SEE
THAT THEY DESPISED HIM
THOSE ILL'S OF THE WORLD
THAT WOMAN FEEL MEN CAUSE
THE DISADVANTAGE
OF NOT KNOWING
CREATED TIMES WHERE
HE LACKED
CONVERSATION AND IT CAUSED
THEIR ALLIANCE TO BE ARIFF
' Sir have mercy on me,
please give me a piece of bread,
a glass of water,
I am starving to death,
since the typhoon obliterated our city,
we have eaten nothing,
my father survived the storm surge but died in hunger,
Save me!
I don't want to die like him,
help me bury his dead body.'
A young lad talks to one of the social workers,
every word he speaks tells the pain of abandonment,
the hunger that he has been suffering through could be felt
from the softness of his voice,
he bleeds in tears while wrapping the cadaver of his beloved father with a piece of white linen cloth,
his almond eyes reflect the desperate thoughts within his mind,
behind him,
his home reduced into pieces of broken woods,
he doesn't know where to go,
he doesn't know how to survive a life after the devastation.
'Papa! ,
I still remember so well,
when I was younger,
you promised me before the setting sun,
you would never never leave me alone in a struggle against our poverty till the end of time,
What would I be now without you?
How could I live alone on this world of harsh reality? '
Tears keep rolling down on his angelic face,
while kissing the cold loving hand of his dead father,
upon hearing his voice weakened by a week of tormenting agony,
the social worker could not stand stronger any longer,
she can feel her heart breaking in tears,
she kneels down before the child,
could not utter any word,
but just to hug the boy so tight like her son,
and wipes his tears away by her palm,
tears could not be stopped falling from her eyes.
Beneath the beauty of the kaleidoscopic rainbow,
I knew a man who got nothing,
but a small shack and sweet laughters of his grand children,
he found homily santuaries under their sweet smiles,
they live lives to the fullest without material desires,
yet the greed of Super Typhoon Yolanda is just formidable,
she robbed him of his small shack,
killed his only rooster,
and the worst,
she washed his grand children away into the ocean,
they have been missing for 8 days now.
His sight wanders into the waves of the sea,
with tears falling all day long and eternally,
his life is deep buried in incalculable sadness,
hoping for his grand children to come home,
yet nobody is home but memories of tragedy.
Magdadapit-hapon na't ang kalangita'y nagku-kulimlim,
naghahalo ang madugong pagka-lunod ng araw sa sinag ng
buwang nagbu-bughaw,
ang anino ng aking pag-iisa'y namumula sa pagka-bagot,
isipa'y nagkapunit-punit,
sugat sa katinua'y walang tigil sa pag-durugo,
animo'y nahiwa ng napaka-talas na labaha,
habang ang ulo ko'y nakabaon sa mapapaklang mga palad,
parang patay na dagang nabubulok sa libingan ng kabiguan.
Sa harap ng dalampasigang nangingitim sa hapdi,
damdamin ko'y unti-unting gumuguho,
nadudurog sa lindol ng kalungkutan,
nawasak sa malakas na hampas ng palakol,
at ang mga pirasong duguan ay tumilapon sa karagatan ng kamatayan.
Sa bawat sampal ng hanging malamig,
dala-dala ang ihip ng pagdurusa sa aking pisngi,
ang tanging kanlunga'y lilim ng dambuhalang mahogany,
sa gitna nito'y ang dambana ng ating sagradong tagpuan,
nagbabaga sa tuwing naglalapatan ang mapupusok nating mga halik,
ngunit ngayo'y nag-aapoy dulot ng iyong kataksilan.
Mga ugat ng berdeng lumot sa giwang ng mga adobe'y kumapit
sa tamis ng dati nating mapangahas na pag-iibigan,
hindi alintana na ang daigdig nati'y tinatangay ng rumaragasang
pagnanasa,
mga kamay ko'y nanginginig sa haplos ng mala-sutla mong balat,
marahil ay sin-kinis ng balat ni Anne Curtis,
katawan ko'y dinuduyan ng maka-mundong kaluwalhatian,
ina-anod sa agos ng makulay na musika ng harana sa tuwing dumadapo
ang iyong mainit na mga labi sa aking leeg,
paningi'y tila naglalakad sa kalsadang yari sa malalambot na mga
balahibo ng libong puting kuneho,
at ako'y nasa tuk-tok ng kaligayahang uma-apaw sa ubod ng sarap na tunay na pagmamahal.
Subalit ang aking mga buto't lama'y nangingisay tuwing sumasagi
sa isipan ang mga ala-alang may kamandag ng iyong pan-loloko,
damdami'y nakahandusay sa putik ng naka-lalasong pag-ibig,
para bagang tinusok ng karayom ng pighati,
nakabulagta ang pusong pinaslang ng brutal na dalamhati,
at ang kaluluwa ko'y nakabigti sa bangungot ng pag-durusa.
Habang pinagmamasdan ang mga along panay ang tadyak sa mga bato,
mga luha'y hindi mapipigilan sa pag-tulo,
isa-isang pumapatak sa mga butil ng mga buhanging sin-puti ng mga nitsong nakahilera sa lumang sementeryo,
ang mga bangkay sa loob ng mga ito'y naninilaw na,
tulad ng aking mga matang naninilaw rin sa pait ng matinding pag-hihinagpis.
IDENTITY
My Identity’s in question.
Who am I?
What am I doing here on earth?
Oh Jesus, tell me why?
It’s difficult to understand.
My query is “Where will I land?”
I sometimes feel in party mode
And then I crack. A heavy load
Of expectations crush my spine.
I wonder how I’ll ever shine.
The scene looks dark and I despair.
What happens if I enter there?
If I go with the seething crowd
And take the view that’s all around,
The smiling face that’s trouble’s mask?
To find the truth is all I ask.
“And are you now prepared to pay
The price? That’s all I have to say.”
The price? Of truth? I see, you mean
To stand alone in victory’s scene,
And sometimes take derisive news
Right on the chin if that bemuse
Some power-playing man-excuse.
And to respond with love alone.
No curse is uttered. I am one
With Jesus, cursed on hanging tree,
Yet risen, alive and driving me.
The truth alone is worth the fight.
The love behind it shines the Light
Upon the path that I must tread.
It’s love alone provides the bread
That I must feed on. That’s my choice.
I’m singing now. I have a voice!
The truth is worth proclaiming loud.
I stand averse to the liar’s shroud –
That knotted pack of misconstrued
Intros to a life of lewd
Malfunction.
At this junction
I’m decided
I’ve collided
But I’m up again and following
The Mastermind Who, creating
Amazing Life, has won my heart.
So from His presence no depart
Will satisfy the likes of me.
Come walk with me and you can see
That truth is all our hearts beat for,
And Truth is Love. He is the door
To LIFE.
That’s me
I’m loved you see.
And love is all I want to know.
Whatever the cost that’s where I go.
He loves ME!
He LOVES me!
HE loves me!
That’s my identity!
There is in Heaven a scroll
Where my life’s plan’s enrolled.
It’s mine to discover, and mine to find out
It’s mine to fulfil
And Mine to shout.
That’s me.
God knows me
Inside out.
There’s a plan for me
And that’s what I’m about!
I was made for this.
I was made for joy.
I was made to dance,
I was made to sing.
There’s a plan for me and
I’m right here in the ring
To the end. The last day,
When I shout hurray,
Jesus waits for me
His reward in hand.
I’ll persist till I’m there
At the very end
Of the Beginning.
" Sir have mercy on me,
please give me a piece of bread,
a glass of water,
I am starving to death,
since the typhoon obliterated our city,
we have eaten nothing,
my father survived the storm surge but died in hunger,
Save me!
I don't want to die like him,
help me bury his dead body."
A young lad talks to one of the social workers,
every word he speaks tells the pain of abandonment,
the hunger that he has been suffering through could be felt
from the softness of his voice,
he bleeds in tears while wrapping the cadaver of his beloved father with a piece of white linen cloth,
his almond eyes reflect the desperate thoughts within his mind,
behind him,
his home reduced into pieces of broken woods,
he doesn't know where to go,
he doesn't know how to survive a life after the devastation.
"Papa!,
I still remember so well,
when I was younger,
you promised me before the setting sun,
you would never never leave me alone in a struggle against our poverty till the end of time,
What would I be now without you?
How could I live alone on this world of harsh reality?"
Tears keep rolling down on his angelic face,
while kissing the cold loving hand of his dead father,
upon hearing his voice weakened by a week of tormenting agony,
the social worker could not stand stronger any longer,
she can feel her heart breaking in tears,
she kneels down before the child,
could not utter any word,
but just to hug the boy so tight like her son,
and wipes his tears away by her palm,
tears could not be stopped falling from her eyes.
Beneath the beauty of the kaleidoscopic rainbow,
I knew a man who got nothing,
but a small shack and sweet laughters of his grand children,
he found homily santuaries under their sweet smiles,
they live lives to the fullest without material desires,
yet the greed of Super Typhoon Yolanda is just formidable,
she robbed him of his small shack,
killed his only rooster,
and the worst,
she washed his grand children away into the ocean,
they have been missing for 8 days now.
His sight wanders into the waves of the sea,
with tears falling all day long and eternally,
his life is deep buried in incalculable sadness,
hoping for his grand children to come home,
yet nobody is home but memories of tragedy