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the walls sweat like old drunks
union correctional, they call it—
correction my ass,
this place was built for breaking.
men bleed here, quietly,
a shiv under the ribs,
a mop bucket wheeled by,
nobody looks too long.
guards strut fat on overtime,
pockets heavy with side deals,
they sell cigarettes like gods
and laugh at the rest of us starving.
chow hall—if you can call it that—
thin stew, one slice of bread,
you walk out hungrier
than when you walked in.
nights are worse.
screams in the dark,
steel on flesh,
the silence after.
the air hums with rot,
paint peeling off like dead skin,
even the cockroaches look tired,
like they’ve seen too much.
and you think—
maybe the world forgot us here,
maybe that was the plan.
What feeling gives you a belt of happiness?
As if you had obtained the key to Paradise
But it settles in the heart of darkness,
And your soul is on the verge of silence
Memories of your heart getting hurt are resurrected,
How life is full of treachery and pain?
A harsh wakeup call can be toxically echoed
With the shiv decorated red is much absurdly covered in plain.
Your mind is tuned in to the shell shock
The demonic screams turns your heart cold,
And your hellish anger is bestowed from the trauma battlefield
As your whole world is turned into black
The higher you get, the lower you'll sink,
With your cowardly face, it pushes you into the brink.
I may be all wet, but I sure ain't no bluenose!
And, while it's none of my beeswax,
Let's have a bull session-lesson !
Take a gander around, and tell the guy with the cheaters
I'll give him an ear-full, if he'll just hang around
There's a gatecrasher here..., I heard, on the level
He's zozzled on hooch, a big lollygagger!
He staggered in blotto, with a ciggy on his lips
Sipping on bootleg, and lookin' for whoopee!
He's the fall guy, (I've heard), for a weird, double cross
Here comes the hoofer, the one with the gams
That vamp is a pushover, a gun- moll, man chaser
A real hotsy-totsy!, she dresses real spiffy
Her toy is a shiv, she's the Jane, Real McCoy,
makes a sap out of guys, who carry a torch
Bumps them off, on their own front porch !
And that's the "Big Cheese", who runs the speakeasy
He thinks he's high hat, but is full of baloney
He gives all the dames, the real "heebie-jeebies"
Just a poor drug-store cowboy... filled with nothin' but hooey
Hard-boiled. they come, gold-diggers and hoods
I've been beating my gums, and I'm dying of thirst
This is the berries, been the real bees knees!
Oh, it has been swell, while chewing the fat!
But, facts are the facts, on the up and up
Well, bye, Buttercup,......the jig is up
I'm serious Sam, in a serious jam
The truth of the matter is, that I'm on the lam
You don't know for nothin', stay out of a pickle !...
Remember my friend, don't take wooden nickels !!
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For Deb's Contest: Talk The Talk, Walk The Walk (1920's Slang)
6/14/15
Incineration of Love God Madan Cupid
4 of Many
Originally written in Hindi by my late father Dr. Amar Nath Kapoor
1899 to 1994. The work was written in Hindi somewhere around 1965-70.
English version by Ravindra K Kapoor.
Madan Dahan- Hindi name
Part 04
The Glory of 2nd Age (Treta Yug)
The youthful prime period of Satyug,
Was at the verge of fading by now,
And the force of delusion had entered,
On the lovely Earth of Gods.
In such golden age of Gods,
Only Shiv* the God of destruction,
Was lost in deep contemplation,
To acquire the power of destruction.
To destroy delusion's opulence,
By the power of soul's force,
Created by the sacrifice of self,
And sufferings of the senses.
Ravindra
Kanpur India 24th April 2012
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Chiseled bone fibre silences white noise water
Shiv splits through throat, jugular scissored
Flung spray fusillade's lain flat slaughter
Bluster bullseye stabs canvas concave
Albatross follow our sharp slipstream
Wind vane spins blur invisible
Dolphin pod adjacent symbol
Ludicrous becomes our lucid dream
Green glaze wake calms crazed waves
Plunge smashes panic, pindrop pools surface
Instinctive dive into icy effervescence
Jolts flailing heart buoyed purpose
Castaways tack to breeze's best advantage
Seahorse spawns, cloud coral hammock
Hull pointed toward demand
Relentless racing hour hand
Gathered globe gauges chances gigantic
Skippers puncture tides, shark agile voyage
20th February
Triumphant Felicity
O mystery mechanical...
How to figure out?
Sing in me, O bright moon full.
Rain down as a shout.
When, knowledge? I've been seeking.
O riddle wrought in spark.
O Fate, through thy veil peeking.
O candle, dispel dark...
Prickly pear cactus, shown in dream.
The desert painted white.
Altar holding bowl of cream.
Hell and Heaven, sight...
Wind, blow clear my vision.
Answers, where do you live?
Crystal clear, O my scion.
Prisoner, grab thy shiv...
A potion? How to portion well?
How through the portal slip?
Recipe of mighty spell?
Hidden in a quip.
Young and full of stories?
Hail on us, holy drink.
Veil of morning glories...
Left on the crater's brink.
Triumph, are you made of gold?
One is over-souled.
O volcano, feeling cold?
Break thought free of mold.
It's better than it's looking?
Fair, fine, and fancy-free.
Witches' brew a-cooking...
All right, apostrophe...
Gothenburg Penitentiary, the hardest of the hardest/
The concrete jungle, where everyone is heartless/
Gothenburg Penitentiary, the show now mercy/
So, you gotta learn to swim in murky waters/
Gothenburg Penitentiary, my heart just sunk/
The next fifteen years of my life I'll be sleeping on a bunk/
With a celly who's a mess and a cell that smells of funk/
The only thing that's on my mind is I won't be nobody's punk/
So, I walked through the gates, with my head held high/
And heart of a lion, with fire in my eyes/
Ready for war, and whatever comes with it/
I can see it in their eyes, these dudes are restless/
So, I'm making shivs, ready to leave somebody chestless/
Stressed and depressed, I'm not trying to hear a thing/
Kill or be killed, somebody leaving in a sling/
Or in a body bag and it won't be me/
So, I'm alert at all times, ten toes, two feet/
Not trusting anybody, sleep with one eye open/
I can't worry about my time, it's nothing but do it/
And this mask on my face won't work for long, I have to prove it/
The next person test me, will need a first responder/
My shiv on the ready, it's nothing to ponder/
I'm in my cell practicing my draw when I'm alone/
It's some dudes in here with life who never going home/
I'm not bigger than most but I can hold my own/
Small in stature, my heart full blown/
Fighting everyday, toe to toe, blow for blow/
Trying to prove a point, to anybody's who's a foe/
I know how it goes, and I won't show no weakness/
Thinking about my life and I can only reminisce/
This can only make or break me, only the strong survive/
In Gothenburg, it's do or die/
I'm built to last, and I stick to the code/
But now I'm on this journey walking a lonely road/
For a crime I never done/
Abandoned by everyone on the outside/
Doing Time is not easy but it's something that I gotta do/
Survival of the fittest so this how I gotta move/
I'm not the strongest so I got a lot to lose/
Pound for pound round for round I got a lot to prove/
Every night I go to sleep paranoid and schizophrenic/
In my prison cell feeling like they're trying to get me/
So I sleep with one eye open and a shiv in my mattress/
Can't let them catch me off guard tweaking like an addict/
I can't enjoy my yard with other people playing ball/
I gotta watch my back so my back against the wall/
My hand on my shiv alert 24/7/
Can't even trust my own kind or anyone for that matter/
Everybody gangbanging trying to earn a few strips/
I refuse to be a victim so I'm playing with my knife/
Survive by any means is the only thing on my mind/
Fighting through these dark days waiting on the Sunshine/
Doing what I gotta do just to get by/
But I won't be a punk so it's respect me or die/
I got years to go but you know how that go/
If somebody cross the line they have to add more/
I know the game and how it go, when they think you a punk/
Try to bait you in with funny talk to make you a punk/
Or call you out to fight just to see if you'll do it/
If they do, you better fight for your life or get ruined/
I don't care if you're 4' 2" and they're six eight/
You better grab a weapon be ready to bang/
Let the whole unit know you stand as a man/
You gotta build your reputation of not caring/
So the next dude thinking he tough will give up/
Your best bet, is to mind your own business/
Because if you do anything they'll find a witness/
The game is not the same cuz they'll add fifty years/
They're playing dirty games and they'll lie to get it/
Don't try to kick it, just do your time/
But if it's going down, make them respect your mind/
Kabir and Shivam – best friends tied
To another as a fly to honey when spied.
Gems of the world - all boys my pride
Are happy and make so when tried;
Jaimin and Aayush with all stride
Ahead to mark Bhavya deride.
Fenil and Jainam are charms and pride -
Intelligently innocent, and Jayesh’s guide.
Guide for me and class in our collide.
Aryan and Manan are silent asteroid
Who burst with Mahir and Nirav wide.
Priyam and Shiv are innocently flied
In hostel during tuitions and are allied
With Kabir who beside Shashant denied
To be a part of tuition, but with Shivam tried
To save skin, as did Shyam, by moving aside
When problems for Varneshiyas don’t subside.
Siddh, Dipesh and Bhavin – solid chloride;
Burst in class or ground if any belied.
All twenty dear and precious stones I vied
As my sweet angels in life without snide;
I hope they’ll never forget my bestride
For them and come in my bad cyanide.
.................Several strokes were made; sharpening this shiV
Sulphuric is the stench; but a sentimental heart; in its echO
Heat beyond conceptualized; melted away my walL
Emotions brought out in forms so basiC
But evolving with flowing skills like a river of lavA
Feeling this intense heat; I am a boiling cauldroN
My personality is very intense; seen often as quasI
Perseverance is a trait; I embrace while others mimiC
Gladiatorial the battles fought; inside this arenA
Fueled I am by what constitutes; life-long fireS
As a cool down begins; I question; what did I accomplisH