Long Intoxication Poems

The world that unfolds before me is unknown, but for some reason it is mine. Yes.
Anyone could say that my life is monotonous. But not. I protest. This is not true. Only mine.
No one just...

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(continued)

She wanted me to re-marry, you see, but I never did.
Oh, I had a few trysts, here-and-there,
just to remind myself the plumbing still worked,
but all it REALLY did was remind me
how much more incredible making...

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My roommates Leong, Sophie, (Charles) and I were coming from a Yale sporting event. The sky looked like a dirty Swiffer-mop and the wind seemed to be ignoring the posted 20mph speed limit. It was...

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I was taught by   my father to be obedient in the dense forest to save the individuals trees, stop destruction to plantation. I cannot be silent under the detriment from lumberjacks to global...

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"SYNAESTHESIA"



The Rose was burning 
long before she was Green
The Synaesthete placed his brush stroke
On his future dreams


Long before she was Green
The Synaesthete dreamed of him
Walking barefoot through the buried Rust 
and rustling burnished Ochre leaves...

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The music video is more or less a continuation to the poem. So please play it when cued in the poem text and continue enjoying the music and lyrics. 

Another bar unceremoniously has ‘asked’ him...

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Wordsmith's Veneration...

Methinks, I post literary endeavors inxs
but tis with blood, sweat and tears
in case ye did not guess,
who struggles to craft reasonable rhyme
ideally read by a pleasing poetess.

Aye willy nilly understate (trying to)
tantalize, hypnotize, galvanize...
with...

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I stand on top of the mountain gazing over the horizon
Looking at the clouds rolling by with a message wrapped up in the sky. The message is subtle, the message is brief,
The message is in...

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The Boatman’s Song                                ...

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Ref. Tandava Nritya* please see my Blog posted on 17th Feb Tandava Nritya or the Dance of ...

Prelude  of this story is given in part 1 of the epic.


When the Earth was in danger...

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When the Earth was in danger     6 

Prelude
This story is based partly on the Indian mythology and partly 
on my imagination. The story theme is anger,  which can destroy 
even...

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Prelude

This story is based partly on the Indian mythology and partly 
on my imagination. The story theme is anger, which can destroy 
even the entire Earth, but if controlled it can also be converted 
into...

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I can be your doctor the pills won’t hurt
Take a couple baby or you’ll get worse
I am the medicine queen come and hit me up 
I was only 13 getting called that in the traphouse...

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By the time the fever set in,
The leaves had already turned,
Turned that is, into the colors,
Already there beforehand.

—

The bursting verdant stickiness,
Of nipple spring,
June’s coy leafy gaze,
The muscular lust of summer grazing,
When Burgundy picnics,
Turn white, thick...

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The heart is a hollow vessel,
aching with the weight of love lost.
In the depths of solitude,
I find myself drowning in memories,
gasping for a breath of your presence.

The bed we once shared
now a cold, desolate wasteland.
The...

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When the Earth was in danger     5 /8

Prelude   (For Prelude please see part 1 )


Watching the changing season all around, to enchant the dance of Urvashi*, 
The Earth began...

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--Evil starts as germinated seeds,
noxious weeds of social infestation,
spreading and suffocating human diversity,
pushing all freedoms into extinction,
the loss of Liberty's creed,,
--Men-Women birth their offspring,
but raised by the State,
alienated offspring grow into bastards,
by design to this...

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I got drunk by my self last night
There was just nothing else to do
I told myself that itll be alright
If I could just get that memory out of sight

My eyes are half closed
From staring down...

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In the cabaret hall of the Hotel,
                            the...

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I write to you with nothing 

I write to you not knowing who I am in you 
I write to you with just thoughts, ideas of the ideal man 

Dear father I write to you...

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A crying drunk and tears on my sleeves                           ...

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I will not be late to work today

I will get there on time
I will brush my teeth
Without singing songs
Without thinking about birthdays
About gymnasiums
About TAKS 
About sound
About war
Republicans
Democrats
Independents

I will get there on time
I will eat my...

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Four letters put together to create one word,
with an impeccable definition.

Love...,
It is a strong word,
Close to the heart, yet
far from the woman you Love.

Butterflies flying, flapping their
orange and white wings in the summer heat.
The butterflies...

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Just outside the window
    a row of coned shaped trees bend their foolish heads
                  ...

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A STORY OF TEENAGE THUGGERY, JEALOUSY, TEASING AND TAUNTING - 
THE DESTRUCTION OF A PROMISING LIFE ................ 


Staggering down the rain-drenched street 
I see you, reeling drunkenly 
like a sailor trying to keep his balance...

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