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Major distraction powerful confusion
innovative woven tapestry
vivid words non-spoken sensual
conveying sense of disorientation
discomforted spiritual turmoil
imaginary imagination being lost and disconnected
from myself in retrospect
my amnesia has no recollection
there's no consciousness denial I have a headache my brains on fire my stomach aches my soul is on fire my thoughts are scattered I'm lost in my own forest if not for my light of clarity at not memory like drops of rain fall to the ground splashes forming a puddle a stream trickling down the sidewalk off the curb to the sewer drain I remain tangent lost and disconnected for my own memories and identity fire fire so I ache with intensity of the emotional physical pain fragmented and disjoint nature thoughts and emotions forgotten and forgiven struggling to find my foot amidst the steps of my inner turmoil
Your name leaves a bruise on my lips,
like a ghost that lingers, life to strip,
with eyes that threaten as they smile
and a voice that cuts, low and vile.
My heart cries out in silence dark,
which you incinerate with careless spark.
Your compassion's rage rules my life,
twisting love into chains, sharpening strife.
I speak my truth and ask for grace,
but you twist my words, my meaning erase.
I fear to go, yet I fear to stay,
caught in shadows that can’t fade away.
A whirlwind controls my destiny
while I yearn for peace, a life set free.
My words are measured, slow, and strained,
by the scars your lies have stained.
Though I take care to see your point,
you bend my will, every word disjoint.
My hands won't rise to defend,
but my spirit fights, it will not bend.
My feet won't take my flesh away,
yet my heart dares to dream a brighter day.
My eyes can't see a different path,
but my soul feeds a righteous wrath.
My ears no longer know the truth,
yet hope whispers softly, a spark of youth.
I taste the blood, its copper tang,
bitter as the cage from which I hang.
I split apart, I separate,
shedding chains as I recreate.
Then back together inside my skin,
I find the strength to begin again.
And face your compassionate rage
with a will unbroken, stepping off your stage.
Swords speak brittle metal thrusts
singing a song in the wind by touch and lost trust;
blade upon blade clanging the swish of empty points
deeply cut for glory and honor now disjoint.
The sword speaks forged in metallic shields
shaped and tapered to steeled pricking yields;
sword smith tamahagane billets delivery
quenched in fire and tempered chivalry.
Swords speak sharp yet to the death
the very depths and blood letting breaths
for love, for country, brothers of courage, fear and fires
fighting for Gods and goddesses, rulers and empires.
It is the brothers, fathers and sons slipping out of place
bound to stand bold and listen to the forgotten embrace
of time when men were free to let the swords speak bold
no longer so but may yet be as they grow gray and old.
Free people are all brothers
at the very start
then in some discorded word
find swords will resolve the hatred spark.
Deep the wounds cut and slicing
but words are no longer vocalized politely
only the sharpness and the glint
of the sword that hears and feels its bloodstained tint.
"The tongue devises mischiefs
like a sharp razor, working deceitfully." Psalm 52:2
by Sashi.Prabhu
(17/2/2012)
Shrouded and festooned with quaintness i try to elucidate the trips of mystery,
T’was dark and it was then I realized that the morn and noon was history.
A smooth trip on mother nature’s bounties rolled on neatly into a joint,
It felt all day as me and the bard within went on a trip from reality the shackle disjoint.
Rendezvous point was at the foothills of the zeauoxian Milky Way
Way beyond my mind can comprehend I see myself move fast and dwindle away.
Away, away and far away through starry paths, the galactic colonies and black holes
Yesterday seemed like tomorrow and today like the near future, written on ash scrolls
Tornados, galactial storms, raining meteorite, planets, and stars I beyond them travel,
Oh my body is the ship and my mind the deck console for the paths to ravel.
There at a distance I see us approaching Venus,
Hovering above hostile mutant colonies with mammals, moth worms and flora genus,
Earth behind seemed afar & beautiful and I every moment growing creative and ticinus.
Ship trips and galaxial flips,
Tardy nites and the dark nicotine stained finger tips,
Annular eclipse occurring in my mind’s eye as the white light zips,
Rummaging my mindly scripts for notes of melancholy strains as the notes dance on,
Slammed by the downer, my trips are done& for another, on ganjain I count upon.
Lord grant me the humility to seek only for your love,
To pacity my yearning for the knowledge of above,
As my arroance compels me to doubt my fellow soul,
And I in vain attempt to gain the glory of your being,
It seems that every answer does just prove the last one wrong,
Please endow to me the gift that you've endowed so few,
To love my brother as myself and so in turn love you,
So I might believe in just one thing that shant prove wrong,
My faith in your creation is briefly in disjoint,
In true faith I might gain strength to embrace this pain,
That I do nurture in my mocking and disdain,
My god, I'm not religious, the Bible is sometimes false,
But you are real to me in steady quickening of my pulse,
Give me inner brilliance that only you ordain,
So I love all creatures, and take place amongst your reign.
1/3/2012
Shrouded and festooned with quaintness i try to elucidate the trips of mystery,
T’was dark and it was then I realized that the morn and noon was history.
A smooth trip on mother nature’s bounties rolled on neatly into a joint,
It felt all day as me and the bard within went on a trip from reality the shackle disjoint.
Rendezvous point was miles away at the foothills of the zeauoxian Milky Way
Way beyond my mind can comprehend I see myself move fast and dwindle away.
Away, away and far away through starry paths, the galactic colonies and black holes
Yesterday seemed like tomorrow and today like the near future, written on ash scrolls
Tornados, galactial storms, raining meteorite, planets, & stars,miles beyond them travel,
Oh my body is the ship and my mind the deck console for the paths to ravel.
There at a distance I see us approaching Venus,
Hovering above hostile mutant colonies with mammals, moth worms and flora genus,
Earth behind seemed afar & beautiful and I every moment growing creative and ticinus.
Ship trips and galaxial flips,
Tardy nites and the dark nicotine stained finger tips,
Annular eclipse occurring in my mind’s eye as the white light zips,
Rummaging my mindly scripts for notes of melancholy strains as the notes dance on,
Slammed by the downer, my trips are done and for another, on ganjain I count upon.
The shepherd doth provide for my true needs,
And stills the waters, watches while I rest.
All to His glory, I go where he leads;
Refreshed my soul, for his right way is best.
Tho' shadows loom, death's stench engulfs the air,
Or evil's presence close enough to taste,
Corrected, guided, safely in his care,
My journey easy; there's no need for haste.
He thwarts my foes, their plans awash, disjoint,
He taunts them, lets me breathe deep while I eat.
A servant host, His oil my head anoints.
My cup, past full, my joy in Him complete.
His mercy, goodness: hallmarks of sweet days,
Eternal, in His presence, voicing praise.