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1.
any colour may be applied to the
night-dress
this city actually has no cart
driven by horses
before a pretty long time the shepherds
had also told adieu
by secret signalling the red-hat addiction
called the pigeons sitting on the broken sticks
of the antenna to come nearer
on those dead-news the travel-story
keeps awake by whole night
and pours down on eye-lids
clouds
wrapped with cellophane
one day that wave sent
rolling-down-on-the-back hair
to the yellow balcony
those are all ancient drama
in the glow of the back-light you can see
civic humps have grown up on the back
of the birds every day and night
yet
under the dead-stop ceiling fan the dance
of the virgin reel wet with sweat does not fall short
the paper-buckles with the flowers painted on it
gets more and more tight on the air of the throat
velpuris of the evening
offer full enjoyment
2.
the night that comes all walking on the sands of the desert
how much concern does she has about the navigability of the river
when the husk of the water-chestnut is got open
flowing down the waves bursting into a blaze
to that flow is open the motor-car
the wan procession
and all the fishes that want to go upward the wave
so many varieties of floating
if the matter of clouds be let off
the multi-coloured fingers
also have so many infotainments
if the question of moveable property is raised
it is only a suicide-note from my father
and a knot
in the robe of the blue trouser
3.
the trees and creepers of the night
and the plants and herbs of the day
do all of them have the same blood-group
there is much flora
inside the jail-custody also
and in this ruins of the old palace
how much is it justified
to express eagerness about the geography
of one’s character
specially of the trees
of the fishes
or of the humans
it is said
all rivers
flowing through the bodies of the great men
are totally virgin
there is also the blank desert
on the silent snow-valley
in the corner of your
lips
The day that we left port, to new horizons we would sail
Knowing the dangers ahead, seafarers in the end we would prevail
Our journey from the Highlands from Inverness my home town
To Brazil in South America a new life to settle down
With charts of old we sail the seas
Passing the Antialtair Seamount with hardly a breeze
Our destination set, half way through our trip
Bridgetown, Barbados, on my elegant ship
We noticed a change a difference, on these high seas
Many nautical miles I've sailed but I've never seen ones like these
The sky had turned a colour I'd never seen before
Sporadic luminescent blues, like the beaches of the Azores
Our lookout suddenly shouts, dark shapes drift in the clouds
Before too long there is screaming, even the men cry loud
Swooping winged creatures descend, mouths agape with luminescent blues
Their tails whipping the swells, lacerating the waves we sail through
For many hours they probed as they swooped, a blue ball hovering over my ship
This is certainly a voyage to remember, to our new life on this trip
We finally reach Bridgetown, Barbados, my family and crew still in fear
When we sighted this land in the sun, we were deafened by our cheers
We reported in to the authorities, our run in with creatures unknown
They mentioned the Bermuda Triangle, and we were not alone
They have many reporting such as we, even fleets disappearing from view
To reach here as we have done, we are lucky, just one of a few
We thanked them for their assistance, as we set sail for our journeys end
To Vitoria a city so new, to our sawmill, our new life, Amen
As our world around us grew open, more tales and stories were told
Conclusions were never developed, maybe one day it will all unfold
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On a day back in the March of 2007, the world changed forever.
From the sky came a message to remember. It showed a day when
the Maya played a Great Game. They marked it Eleven to December.
Yes, the message would be rendered. They put a count down
and it was called Number. In the Heavens came a sound of thunder
and they knew, that it would be just right.
Looking up high they checked the sky at night and again in the daylight.
They made plans to carve a stone, leave a message that explains the flight.
Leave a message in the day and the night with temples and steps calculated,
Just Right.
Return they would to this date and time, retuning two through a simple rhyme.
It was meant to be, just this way. A great ruler came to be one Day.
A journey and a life to remember, so the Maya marked a day in November.
The Dead looked down, the children abound so indeed, the good deed was rendered.
A Shield was sent as a dome of protection. Colored and timed to exact perfection.
"The children shall not suffer" and for this, we play to remember.
We’ll mark this day and we'll call it November.
A day for the Dead to see that the children are better.
A great scroll was left tuning lines into letter. Every day and night,
dedicated to the Journey of SOL, dedicated to the innocent who wouldn’t know,
that an evil never was. "Seize the Day". There is only Love....
And so it was written.
A single law spoken.
Just. Is Way.
“nueva pedido de los sabios”
“New Order of the Sages”
"nueva orden del día"
"New order of the Day"
Form:
5.
all long the day i beg
i beg rice pulses oil salt
royal blood
in exchange i also distribute
peace… peace… and peace…
and the horses of the gypsies making
a dip-swimming in the peace-water
in the canto of my begging
holding a whole body of love
i learn how to be burnt
by the shadow of the trees
i give up all my courage
to book a room in your youth
only for me
6.
going upstairs on the railway foot-bridge
i see the strong light of neon-lamps
the girl from the avtar of the flex
induced trance
the aroma of chhatim-flower in the air
and the song of a blind-beggar
with tambourine
those neon-light flex-women
beggar’s-song and flower odour
i see they are all alive
in the canto of my begging
under the evening-star
7.
in the canto of my begging
at the day’s end
the moon that rises behind the rain-tree
i put up in her hands
the lemon-leaves the water-balloons the goal-kicks
that i have had throughout the day
by begging
and i beg from her the magic-wand
by the touch of which the date-palm
that was someday burnt by a thunder-bolt
in front of the church
looks very infatuating
and my dress as a beggar gradually
becomes a royal-dress
The night she was born, her father died
When his car was struck by a train
Trying to get home to his laboring bride
But this news would drive her insane
Her thirteenth birthday, again, she's alone
It was Friday, the thirteenth day
Alzheimer's held her grandmother captive
And her grandfather would pass away
People would whisper she brought bad luck
Cursed by the day she was born
The object of their own superstitions
A victim of prejudical scorn
A rabbit's foot couldn't bring her comfort
For when she held it, things would get worse
The four leaf clover would crumble to dust
And seemed to only strenthen the curse
Nineteen-sixty-three her luck would change
When she met the love of her life
But he was killed on his way to the church
Before he could make her his wife
She was destined to spend her life all alone
To keep her loved ones from harm
The day she was born would hold her hostage
For she had no good luck charm
Everything she touched would wither and die
Til the time she was summoned by death
Ninety years old on Friday the thirteenth
Was the day she drew her last breath
DREAMS
Unfulfilled unending unleashed
Are my dreams I live for
Some day I wake up
Standing before the wonders of this world
The most splendid marvellous spectacular
Supreme pure and fair
The creation of god through we
I wish a part of it I could be
Some day I wake up
Standing before the mighty ocean
Watching the horizon
The far away land meeting the gushing water
I want to flow with it
To feel its serenity
I wish a part of it I could be
Some day I wake up
Standing in the scorching heat
Running across the dunes
Searching my soul feeling every pulse every beat
Like a lost being in the solarium
Searching every corner of the realm
Wandering through an endless journey it seem
The power of wind through me
I want to fly, to be free
I wish a part of it I could be
Some day I sleep with a desire in me
In maze where life could be
A confusing end or
A delirious start
Breaking every shackles
Crossing every bend
I reach the wondrous land
The empowering wind
The mighty sea
My unfulfilled dream came to be
My beautiful reality
An overwhelming ecstasy!!!!
Form:
on the other-side of a grave wall
there may rightly be a water-vessel
that is chicken-hearted by birth
there may not be around her
a stretching of water-body
do remember
when we all went that day to catch the train
the room of the rail-station was totally vanished
after enquiry it was revealed that
it had gone to observe holidays with its family
in the yolk of the eggs of the snipe
before opening the no-door to take a leap i also knew
that the top-branch of a green and large grasshopper
was mainly made up of white-stones
i did not also have
any mystic words
given by the moon
to recite silently
so without caring for the water
i made a all-complete ocean
with sands and cement
throughout the year
solvency gets down
from the body of the traffic signal
even-then
the monsoon this year
has been under the poverty-line
and the ray of hope is that
it is this circuitous route
leading to the top of the himalaya
that would one day
play the tune of differential calculus
on her guitar
I day dream in the coffee shop
My cafe latte is ready and hot
My mind is thinking about nothing but you
wondering if you are thinking about me or not
I day dream about your cherry lips
My cheeks get stupidly pink
My mind is in the thoughts asleep
Not fearing to melt or sink
I wonder if I will get to know you well
I wonder if you knew that I'm gazing at you
You make me feel like a stalker sometimes
You make me feel stupid and dumb too
But then, I imagine your smiley face
The latte gets cold coz i forgot to drink
I don't care anymore I tell myself
I'm so in to you, just waiting for a wink
Enough day dreaming I seriously stop
I take my cup and start to drink
It tasted like acerora i don't know why
I started to day dream about you again and rethink
Take your soul through an open door
Follow yourself from evil
Now you see
Freedom is your making
Let all be forsaken
Before you are taken
Walk a thousand steps
Show several faces
Secrets kept secret
Desired from the admired
Love with artfull passion
Let your lover be the easel
Sketch the fire with lusting touch
Crave it taste it hold onto what you see
Let the gods adore as you explore
Be your own goddess
Your mate be his own god
Sip wine from one glass
Do not hide and wear a mask
Let past broken hearts go by
Be you a truthfull cast
Take each day as its your last
As you walk with your soul
Remember this day
No need to beg and pray
Today is the day
Freedom is desired for all
As your soul walks through an open door
Form:
There once was a man
At peace with the world
He forged his day though
and only for he desire;
nothing more.
Well one day
a great king and his men
climbed the mountain side
up to George's cabin
and they asked:
"Please sir we need your help
we need your forge for our health.
we are engaged in war
and we need more swords
please sir please help"
George held his breath for a moment
and thought it over untill he said.
"I would if I could but I still need metal"
So the king supplied the metal
and George supplied the swords
The rest is history.
--Writer's Note--
What I'm trying to say is. keep doing
what you love and never give up because
something big may be waiting at the end!!