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In the city of Libra
There goes an unfair leader
Forcing them to take sense-remover shoots
The people taking them everyday continuously
Anything that brings feelings must be destroyed
The law of the country, the unwill of the people
People…some people, who want to experience life
Who want to live it, not willing to die not knowing what love means
Not willing to fight without knowing the reason
Not willing to kill pleasant animals & take the life of other
There walks a man called Preston so strong so fast
He holds his double-weapon gun & shoots the people who resist
Resist, the law of the country
But so he had 2 sons & a wife who was combusted from the accusation of sense
& so he tried to stop the remover-shoots & try to experience life with feelings
& hide them behind his bathroom mirror, while his son would watch.
And living life as if another
He would help the resistance to fight for one another
& kill the one who makes the rules, makes the orders
While he would work, he would fall in love with another woman
Who will be combusted or fire-burned because of her will to feel, to love, to sense
But she would love the man who killed her lover of the crime of sense
& Preston would fight & win & she would burn & die
& the law of the country was over
I'm a doctor of philosophy and medicine.
Those are just two of my practicing current professions.
A rescue worker I've also been
and served many tours of duty on rescue missions.
I'm also a successful author of creative writing,
as well as a song writer whose lyrics are sung by successful musicians.
I volunteer as a Big Brother and in many soup kitchens.
I've organized ralleys against injustice with peaceful protesting,
but all of the above is in my imagination.
My life is as dull as ones life could be.
The only thing duller is my personality.
So I go to a bar every now and then
and many tall tales of myself I share with all who will listen.
It doesn't happen much but every so often
someone believes me and all of the stories I'm telling
and for one brief shining moment I feel like I'm interesting,
but the truth of the matter is, I'm only pretending.
Banished into the hall for the art of magic
Cracked and crackled he practices with despair
As loneliness consumed and his life purged in doubt
This magician whose life was cut to pieces
Feeling crushed and defeated, practices his art.
This banished magician soul once thrived
In the realm of worldly magic
Now, banished and tarnished to the core
the loneliness ever consumed his distraught mind
His thoughts became agonized by pain and sorrow
His determination to succeed consumed his soul
The blistered broken heart that once was scattered
Now became the breath smoldered with hate
Imprisonment brought determination and strength
His magical spells became stronger
His hands and rod became a lethal weapon
He flung balls of fire wanting to burn the souls,
that sent him to this eternal dungeon
His magic became powerful making him feel invincible
No one would dare challenge his power
He felt he was invincible to the world
But, he was banished for a reason and that
reason would have to come to the surface.
As he met with the magical magicians he learned
that he had to learn to channel the magic
channel the power within himself for the power of good
and evil rested in his very own hands.
A lesson that needed to be learned if he was to
survive in the magical world..
salad poetry & salsa-dance
…thus riding on a memory-bicycle those people who used to go to pick up dry straws grasses
twigs from the daily-payment of the squirrels are neither the husband of any wood nor the
wife of any wood-apple...at the best ...they may be one page full of must-dos regarding keep-
fit practice of one’s health…
around the grazing field of the night-gowns
in course of a long-journey by train one has to cross
many grass-hopper-points
one-piece of life is this
in its daily walking to pick up the pebbles of
which is the amplification of what
the bodies of all prose and poems are touched with
by the sunshine by the wind by the rain by the water
it-may-be-for-you afternoon is running
running
is the people after the office-break
running are the broken people
the sullen public
due to late-running of train
before the darkness sets in
on bare branches of the tree
clusters of crows
are running
forward steps of the return-home people
are running
many invitations has been remained
unattended … accumulating…
accumulating…
so much anger…
many secret pains…
tears…
the life is running
in the rows of the flying birds
the life is running
in the meat-houses…
in the shopping-malls…
in the churches…
in the wheat-fields…
running … running … running…
salad poetry and salsa-dance are also
running…
in the letters of the alphabet…
in the swarm of mosquitoes…
from William Shakespeare
to Rabindranath Thakur
the sky is running …
the air…
the sunlight…