pulse on the roots of my hair
spread on the bed
i ripped off my sheets to find consolation
my fingers bled
searched every corner for a crumb of freedom
the city stayed
saw the blinds shaken from the storm
my future is dead.
Degas 'After the Bath'*
still live model by the hearth
An apparent solitry act
but a sequenced series. in actual fact
I met the vampire just as the Sun set
this would be an adventure I just bet;
Fable was already waiting for me
she said ‘This is the start of your journey.
Now how do you think that this will begin?’
‘Well’ I said ‘Maybe I just count to ten.’
I smirked as she just stood there quietly;
Being hateful was fun undoubtedly;
‘There is a little more to it than that.’
Fable snickered ‘Please do not be a brat.’
‘Now come to me and hop into a sprint.
Pardon the pun but fly up and wing it.’
Into a run and suddenly flew high,
I took off into the amethyst sky.
Lack of communication
Can be redeemed by the body's
Language of love—
It is where hearts beat truth
Beyond words—
Not like something magical
Or ethereal,
But carnal, and human
Seeing that word—it triggers
All the shameful reasonings of the
Other minds and the hearts—
But what happens,
What happens when touch triggers
Life's real meaning?
Somehow perhaps silence prevails
Expression, and judgements fly to hell!
2.25.20
beauty is not the spell of sight;
airy alakazam mars might
la-de-da leases passion prunes
bounty bewitchment urges glued
neither is beauty smeared music;
crumbling crescendos pruning panic
moaning melody, rustic riffs
concerto grosso feelings prick
beauty is all but tampered fate;
generous nature smooth sketch creates,
nor beauty is an apt asset;
blue business - innovation's crest
beauty is a coin of two sides;
seen and unseen - one's got masked might!
'20:06:24:17:33
Note: of bias beauty.
Soul,
Give . . .
and I shall take
. . . shelter
in the bask of your bosom
slipped in bed side
with satin sheets
uncovered
. . .
there and only there
vibrations_
etch my name
upon the edge
of your
naked soul
I'm yours for the taking
no hesitation
breathe me in
and hold me to the warmth
of the bush fire
. . .desire
strong enough
just strong enough
untangled_
roots of past
tying us back
. . .
shower me anew
green gazing in blue
there's meaning
in the heart
beating to I love you
IF YOU PULL A LONG FACE : Part XXV
IF you pull a long face
Neither side in tug-of-war giving way
Pull in the name of the Populace
Neither side will lose face e'ven if they bray
But if you pull a long surly face
In fear your own clan might fall prey
To the Squinting-Lady with the tilted balance
Beware of saving face at the expense of the Lay
If then you would pull a long-assured face
Founding Fathers pull with me on my side today
Tomorrow might usher in a benumbing sense of daze
If you flout in the face the Law's mainstay : Egalité
If you insist on pulling a long smug face
House soul-White clean the House on the Hill guilt-grey
Might Chosen Few bow to Ol' troubled Abe's wizened gaze
Or scowl at the Capital Dome the Bill of Rights to flay
So if you must the long face pull with grace
Turn a deaf ear to those who at Wall Street pray
The streets crawl with people losing ev'ryday a bit of face
Futile efforts at making ends meet for their progeny at bay
© T. Wignesan - Paris, January 26, 2019
IF ever I had a country : XXV - XXVI
XXV
IF ever I had a country
And if ever I were the Secretary of State for National Unity
I'd appoint myself the Director of the National Football Industry
Order every child over-weight skinny lame dumb deaf spastic or rickety
To go to the school grounds every morning bouncing or kicking balls free
With one solitary thought in mind : ultimate World Cup victory
That is, if ever I were the State Sec for National Unity
And even if I never ever had no country
XXVI
IF ever I had a country
And if ever I were the Minister for National Unity
I'd appoint every World Cup national footballer Vice-Chancellor of University
Have him create as many Chairs as he wishes for the Football Ph.D.
Teach every student the art of foul-tackling anybody not from his country
Till I'd make it second nature not to play ball but to kick the enemy
That is, if ever I were the Minister for National Unity
And even if I never ever had no country
© T. Wignesan - Paris, July 11, 2018
As we journey into Greatness,
Be devoted, Put in your Strength
Expect the Best, but despise not the Rest.
Good things come to those who wait.
As we Journey into Success
Beware of Unreasonable Goals,
They may have you excited,
They will ultimately be your dejection
As we journey into Purpose,
Take note of Pessimists
They have all the reasons you cannot
Forgetting that is why it’s actually worth pursuing.
As we journey for the goals,
Keep your eye on the post
@JULY 2017/©M.H.O.G Unveiled
The bully-the-pussies fat ass
Doesn't care for our middle class
"America First"
Means the wealthy are nursed
By the troll whose tower is brass
And these memories
in which my arteries are doused
Though they spaked
in dexterous tones of carnage
seeking foreign sanctuaries
beyond the hallowed elation I propose
Yet half-wittedly she saunters
into baneful gambit
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