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I require of you humility
In return, I will have loyalty
Don't wreck this hope I cherish
Bravery entirely is my wonderful wish
Shake off the strain from my heart
Keep safe inside, stay from the start
The inner passion shatters away the pressure
I will love you some more beyond measure…pleasure…
There is a special connection between us
We belong together just because…because…
You and I have turned the other cheek, so unsure in anguish
God knows the secrets we share will make uncertainty vanish
Unveil understanding in our heart of desire and dismay
You will be blessed in many ways possible night and day
Unsure of the future and far beyond yet to come…nervous and numb…
But, I am sure of this benevolent bond that our connection will become
Done with this shame that is extremely untamed
You are absolutely not the one that should be blamed
I will conquer your lows and highs, including downfalls and fears
I will fight away waterfalls of tension and woes, reducing you to tears
Do not encourage embarrassment upon my brain
Give me sunshine after the temporarily pouring rain
Listen to the thunderstorm of awfully delightful bliss
It reveals to you our kind of trust bond of joy gladness
The melody of the trust bond –
It is a tune that we find fond
Keep safe inside, less pressure in mind
Don’t shake off motivation from in front and behind
Of My (Lenovo External) Computer Screen
Within mere nanoseconds,
(or less than an instagram ming
kickstarter reddit snap,
chat ting shutter
fly), this bopeep
awakens (i.e. ascends) beep
ping from, a pseudo steep
descent transcendental
restorative meditation,
(though there be
unREM burr hubble
dream times re:
viz zit ting me
"Max C. Mum" security creep
right after headroom gets
shut-eye as
requisite upkeep
whereat, I still feel fluky,
junky, and yucky,
sans like the Cisco kid)
ready to be
tossed on scrapheap,
and wanna get
right back asleep
this, no matter
e'en if temporarily
feel rested, and cheap
per after doze'n
(ala bright tailed, sheep
push, and bushy eyed),
primed to leap,
over historically
fattened dustheap,
nonetheless this ole baby
boomer purportedly reap
aired awakens from deep
slumber, yet suddenly without
warning internal forces
overpowering, qua in
tense gravitational pull
immediately pulling slip
ping vacuuming
suction yanking me (a dude
dill ling Yankee) helplessly,
irresistibly back into zzz
top land of Honah Lee
courtesy of Sleepy's
easy chair holy jeep
pers, analogous to Uriah Heap,
when clear out the blue...
(screen of death), what should
appear without a clue,
but hypersomnia (excessive daytime
sleepiness) heavy as an Emu
pursuing with full force
like gang (lion) busters goo
goo wing nsync with
Doctor Zeus then stopping,
cuz Horton hears a hoo
cryptic message loo
wuss lee translated
(by Alaska Natives
holed up in their igloo)
essentially means view
pixels will unwittingly woo
spell bind and forever bind you
to a flickr ring cursor
and aux com1 (an ex port)
whatsapp pining
to the human zoo.
Stroll along a sandy beach under pale moon light
Reflection’s complexities washing over the shore
These rare moments should be cherished and adored
Foot prints constantly erased and rewritten in the sand
Only passing through and temporarily etched in the land
Before the next wonderful series of events takes place
Sun on the horizon begins to dance off the mountain's base
Forgotten is the night, but never lost is the beautiful flight
Anxiously journey into the decadency of imagination’s light
Closed eyes with a smile while warmly embracing the vision
The moment forever belongs to you to take in and envision
Half a decade ago today, Dad ceased to be alive.
Five years ago, Dad died at the age of sixty-five.
He was a hard worker, he could have outworked two twenty-year-olds.
When he went to the doctor, bad news was what he was destined to be told.
He was diagnosed with Leukemia and it caused distress.
Twenty months later, he succumbed to his terrible illness.
Two days before he died, he couldn't even respond when people talked to him.
Forty-eight hours later, he met a terrifying fate that was very grim.
He underwent Chemotherapy to temporarily survive.
Half a decade ago today, Dad ceased to be alive.
[Dedicated to Charles F. Johnson (1947-2013) who died on July 13, 2013.]
Incineration of Love God Madan (Cupid) 20
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.
Editing and English version by Ravindra K Kapoor.
Hindi Title ‘Madan Dahan’ 20
Awakening of Shaker’s sleeping powers
Sensual pleasure so developed,
Destroyed the burning power,
Created by his long penance,
And compelled him to ponder and realize.
How charms can destroy his eyes powers,
Like ordinary human beings,
When he is blessed by the creator,
With the power of resistance of God.
Eyes get delusion infected,
That kills their powers temporarily,
But inwardly they remain,
Protected by wisdom and consciousness.
Ravindra
Kanpur India 11th May 2012
To continue…
In this unique story a turning point starts from here
NOTE: The next part 21 would be on PS on 12 05 12 itself
after few hours from now. 8 am 12th May 2012.
A stream flowing through the old oak tree is still alive.
The heart of the forest (wood which has lived to long it is, unexpected obstacle, this living log
and complicated cover which I lowered)
of rich redwood of old green growth
the menagerie where these forests are in English it is simple.
Once of the lower order I climb up to be exchanged.
Decrease slippery many salamanders for example,
going in and out of the mouth of holes in the clay.
Fighting it depends on the rough ligneous wreckage.
Many kinds are compared to the forest
where the plantation and other young person maintain
social structural their heritage and are managed,
at least temporarily.
It is expected some watching while a few others
all over one maintains their feelings, facial composure.
Being natural, the dependence of many more of the same
but different shapes to the feature of the old forest.
Some salamanders are short thick headed and round.
It lived and died inside, the wooden cavity of the oak.
Others with heads to huge were lowered deeper inside.
Before, perhaps, it's empty when full catching breath because
of the heritage which remains there it is there rooted mainly.
Tell me true this day,
what would you say if I went away?
Would you notice if I'm gone
would it take my name to fade very long?
Other names, faces too
have slipped away unseen by me or you.
Their epitaphs no more appear in news print
all that passes as well, had their stint.
The media holds little memory
of who we were in history.
The internet, face book, you tube sites
have not memorialized our life's plights.
Even twitter feeds
temporarily fill presidential needs.
Yet, if I go away in these final days
who other than family prays?
So what's left of who we were -
pictures, words, images to decipher;
only for those few who might recall
we were here, trying to give our all.
In the light of these final days
tell me, now, what would you say?
My knees wear out on me
My feet feel like lead of rue
My knees give way, you see?
My numb feelings isn't because of you
God gave me freewill with no strings attached
I hurt myself so much in the past…in the past...
I love you, Lord, but self-hatred once hatched…
I almost killed myself to end the pain at last
I smoke away the sorrow and put me at ease
Just hand me another bong and tell me that I truly belong
I mend the horrid scars of yesterday's anxieties
Give me another tomorrow; I'm sorry I've done You wrong
I don’t want to live in an adverse world in reverse and I want to quit the quitting urges —
A tragedy that is a gift and not a wretched curse..grind away the unhappiness and chaos that Satan rehearses
I want to kill away the pain in my heart —
From the start, it's been tearing all of me apart
My knees can't take it anymore…
Feels like no one cares that I'm sore
But I have a supportive family that loves me so
And a beloved daughter and beautiful wife, I know
Allow me to brew away the grief inside
Allow the resin to settle inside the stem
The water below the bong is boiling as I take a puff
I take puff after puff because this life can be so rough
Strife is corrupting my mindset,
So let me breathe in peace, dude
All my life, I've been in pain and sometimes, it gets me so upset
Well, man, I don't mean to be rude…
I am so lucky and glad I have a wonderful mother that cares for me deeply
And will do anything to keep the family happy and works hard exceedingly
My father was never there for me and I have already explained that
But, I am slowly but surely accepting reality like a cat that can't catch the rat
I want to live in an adverse world, not in reverse —
A tragedy that is a gift and not a wretched curse
I want to kill away the pain in my heart —
From the start, it's been tearing all of me apart
Shatter away the shame that embraces me,
Never leaving my presence relentlessly
I don't want another pain killer to swallow
To numb the pain temporarily until tomorrow
~inspired by and dedicated to my brother-in-law, AJP~
3/31/21
Stoner
Loner
An addict
Always at it
The chronic
Still on it
Can't get off it
Or stop it
On top of it
A serious alcoholic
The problem
Is constant
And toxic
Causing conflict
Being honest
Often catatonic
Nearly unconscious
Shoutout to Juice Wrld, "everywhere I go feels haunted"
"This isn't the life I wanted"
Damn it
Battling habits
Bringing me closer to a casket
Using gadgets
And tablets
During daylight or pitch blackness
It's gone beyond
Doing my body and bank account a lot of damage
Even if I manage to "manage"
It does me no advantage
And is extra baggage
Dirt I dug and shoveled
Remaining humble
People quick to burst your bubble
In ways that are obvious or subtle
On the double
Staying out of trouble
Even though it's a jungle
Got to solve each and every puzzle
Can't buckle
Even though I continue to struggle
Been far too dependent
Temporarily splendid
But really unpleasant
The cycle has not ended
Eventually the heart stops beating
When it comes to death, there is no cheating
The sun is shining,
Divine timing aligning,
I'm defining the ride,
Deciding what to choose,
You can't lose this game,
You're creating every frame,
Aim for loving things,
It brings the best experience,
A chance for you to see,
True beauty in motion,
An emotional roller coaster,
A host to all creation,
A vibration so high,
You'll feel like you're flying,
Trying to surf the waves,
Behave like you should,
It feels really good,
If you truly understood,
It would change how you see,
The ability to re arrange reality,
Through a loving mentality,
Rising above each situation,
Knowing your relation to it all,
No longer feeling small,
When you fall into the swell,
Temporarily it feels like hell,
Stop to smell the roses,
The sun rose again today,
And I chose the same play.