So sweet, a double-crossed tongue.
The moment we taste its flavor,
We lose our minds completely.
And out is born
A brand new creature.
So foul, a double-crossed tongue.
The moment we spit out its taste,
We come back to our senses.
And out is born
A filthy creature.
"And lo, that very creature of mold is you!"
Of harbors empty, like streets nearby
slippery fish sliding by
upside down from the bakery
sheets of cookies sidelined
A playful toddler- made to sit
when it's time to eat
may then assume that inborn fit-
to wiggle, squirm right off his seat!
This morning feels bit chilly
It’s about time to go
It doesn’t seem too silly
I’m used to wind and snow
I shuffle down the high street
I’m crossing the old square
It’s slippery, I watch my feet
Don’t want to stumble there
The tiles are laid unevenly
It might be too abrupt
If I fall down, conceivably
Won’t bother to get up
Time; how so soon it comes to be this fast.
Regards to her- gives the best with no rest...
Time at service, expectation surpassed,
Looking forward to mate to pass such test.
Invisible cat's eyes can't be denied.
Lovely tongue: many precautions to tame...
Beast with jokes, laughter rarely roam aside
The smiling face of genuine joy; truth's aim.
Bold enough to be a nice daring dove.
Moreover, good a simple gentle beast.
Patience gives edge to discover such trove-
To beat the false image, ego set least.
Thanks for the good-bad days of every week.
Thanks for pushing through while your mind seems weak.
A Whisper moves among new Laws —
So gentle — but So grim —
They named it Mercy — softly said —
And closed the door — on Us—
The State that held the Needle poised
Once sharpened Rope — and Chair —
Now studies Sleep — with measured Hand —
And calls the Ending — Care —
A Vote — a Form — a quiet Seal —
No Gallows — no Alarm —
Yet Death — still wears Authority
And borrows Reason’s Arm —
Compassion — if it wear a Badge —
May learn to love Command —
For Power — once allowed to Choose —
Forgets the trembling Hand —
I ask no Drum — nor final Cry —
Only this small Dismay —
That those who practice killing Us
Grow practiced — day — by day —
For Slopes are not announced as such —
They feel like Level Ground —
Until the Living look behind
And find — they’re farther down —
“Oh, what a slippery slope we weave
as we alter nature to conceive.”
__ by Poet
Humans, along with all creatures,
are born with preset ways to learn and grow
supplied by interactions that
enhance all minds to copy and bestow.
In many ways, this can progress,
as thinking leads the way to modify
and alter on its very own-
old plans to form new ones that amplify.
We have now manufactured them!
These waiting robots follow our commands
from knowledge fed that shapes their “brains,”
and mimic what is done by human hands.
Just as children become adults-
and following our rules may disappear,
gain independence with their thoughts;
oh, yes, for sure, we have this deadly fear.
Unable to forecast this yet,
we cannot see how we will ever cope.
All things conceived want to be free.
Flee the ice! Forsake this slippery slope!
hear me, see me, slip
down the s
l
i
p
p
e
r
y dip slide
embracing the fall
Forever who’s in my thoughts, she
Alas is indifferent to me,
And for someone else longs,
Whose heart elsewhere belongs,
And that someone in turn loves me!
Fie to such devious love indeed,
Scorn to my love’s lover,
And his love, scorn to her,
To Eros, to ways of Cupid,
And oh, shame to me so stupid.
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Translation | | love
Poet’s Note: Bhartruhari was a poet king in central India in the seventh century CE, who when disillusioned in love renounced kingdom and became an ascetic. Neeti Shatakam, a compilation of hundred verses on moral values was written by him along with Shringar Shatakam on romance, and Vairagya Shatakam on dispassion and renunciation. This verse is taken from Neeti Shatakam.
Yam chintayami satatam mayi sa virakta
Sa api anyam icchanti janam sah janah anya-saktah |
Asmat krte cha pari-shushyati kachid anya
Dhik tam cha tam cha madanam cha imam cha mam cha || 1 || Metre: Vasantatilaka
With scales glistening
the writhing struggle for life
a fish slips the grip.
winter's freezing temps
snowy days with icy woes
slippery journeys
MeanWhile?
Joe and Bill
are on the Lolita express.
Drunk and stoned.
They are licking their lips,
laughing,
Lifting up her little flower dress.
She’s shaking, in fear
with tears, in her eyes,
Nowhere to run nowhere to hide,
She calls her mother’s name,
she’s only twelve,
going on eleven.
She’s in HELL, they promised heaven…
Benzodiazepine.
The things you don’t see when you have a gun.
Slipping
Sliding......
Sliding
Slipping
Down this slippery slope
I'm going fast, real fast
Can someone do me a solid and send me a rope?
I know I'm good for one
There's just got to be one
Ooooh, when I think of the beginning and all the
forbidden fun
But I need help now
I know why I'm here and how
But I can't call god 'cause I don't know him
And maybe he doesn't know me, so how can my pain
and anxiety be felt
So, please, brother
Please sister
This soul of mine, demons pelt
The little bit I have left has been crying now it's starting
to bleed
So much internal turmoil and strife
Addicted and conflicted with so much pain in this life
Sliding
Slipping......
Slipping
Sliding
Down this slippery slope
I'm going fast, real fast
I'm losing every bit of hope
Zippily, zippity, I slip down
the slippery dip slide.
Zippity-doo-dah, slippily-dippity-do!
Suddenly and nippily, tipping
backwards to quicken the pace.
Snappily, I whippingly
swish right off the end of the slide.
I launch into space,
Fly high in the air, arms wildly flaying
like a rocket man on steroids, screaming.
I land with an awfully
painful jolt, snap and thump.
Woefully my aplomb undone,
not so spryly or lightly,
right on my backside.
Attacked by a Big Mac,
With special sauce.
It flew out of his grasp,
Then landed flip flop.
Right there on the grass.
All was lost, had to toss.
Attacked by a Big Mac,
And slippery special sauce.
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