BURNT PALATE

I walk in through the door, neon's blinking above
watching me stride, she's getting prepped in her cove

Laid on my table, her scent intoxicating me
I coax her out, exposing her for me to see

presented in front of me, adorned to attract
I gulp seduced, lust overflowing nothing to subtract

Lifting her up, I spread her moistness apart
She's dripping already, an incentive to start

my lips ache at her touch, anticipation building
I gorge on her warmth, nibbling and lapping

I work my tongue around the warm slice
tasting the heat, my lips dripping its quite nice

She presses me on, with her addictive juices
I strive on burning my palate, opening her sluices

Filling me up with her, delicious odor and love
I am glued to her, smothering her hot stove

An erotic dance commences, caressing my distraction
opening herself to me, I explore her without traction

Intoxicated my blood, it  forges me on
I work my jaw , until she's completely gone

I feel content, licking my lips with satisfaction
The Pizza gone, in a bolus of cheesy olfaction

SCREAM

The wind carries it on its shoulders, effortlessly
it hits every ear drum, resonating effectively
the child wails on, guttering out without a pause
people wander on , without enquiring the cause
Trapped in their own troubles dead eyes stare ahead
some still sleep in the cold, ignoring the warm bed
promises and hopes lay shattered by the tone
the child howls on like a dog who lost his bone
many lay undisturbed, abstaining from the world
they remain calm, irrespective of the frequency hurled
lungs aching, throat hoarse, out of breath he screams on
using every molecule of energy, since the day it was born
a jingling sound, a funny face or a drenched tit
nothing calms the kid, the kid throwing the fit
the director trained his star well, he shines bright
he could go on, go on screaming through the night
some one shoot it, end his fury end his misery
not everyone wants democracy, everyone needs liberty

HOPE

Observing the unresponsive form, I look at the clock
a quarter to five it resonates, almost time for her walk
rubbing my eyes I retrace my steps into my room
moments later she walks in, brandishing her broom

I feign sleep, rolling on my sides adjusting the sheets
the shloka walker passes chanting, arousing the streets
I die for a few hours, oblivious to the waking world
dreams don't bother me, I cuddle with the cold

I wake up to crying, clear and loud
I blink at the bright sky, devoid of clouds
people mumble solemnly as I trudge along
my eyes mirror the work I did all night long

Visitors pour in from every nook and cranny of the city
some offer advice, totally useless ; others offer pity
I wade among the filth, reach for my fang cleanser
as I brush my canines, the air grows heavy ; tenser

spitting out my pale venom, I rinse my maw
gazes shoot at me, some with anger some with awe
the crowds thin out, its only the pack now
its the climax now, its the end of the show

I look as the blast dries the remaining tears
bored I catch the blue beast, scratching its gears
I jump off at the entertaining sewers, gazing down
I try to think he is happy,I wonder, I frown

A flint spark, I inhale from the box of fire
the smoke arouses my snout, before they tire
I throw the needles, I throw the vial
I smile, I grin at the murky nile.

It had to be done, it wasn't hard
it was smooth yet jagged, a glass shard
A sleepless night, a silent deed done
we see it now, the rising sun.

रंगीन रुपैया

अरे देखो भैया , में हूँ पांच सौ रूपया

पीले कागज़ का तुकडा , मरती हे मुघ्पर सारी  दुनिया 

मुझमे हे शक्ति इतनी , नीयत बदलदे सबकी 

अमीरों के हाथ का मैल हूँ में , गरीबों के मन में सपने हूँ में 

देखे मैंने कितने हाथ , राजनीति के रेखे 

मस्ती की हे ख़चहरों में , रहा हूँ चुपके से पुलीस के मेजों में 

हवालदार की टोपी में कब्बड्डी खेली 

दुल्हन के गले में खेली होली 

लोग प्यार खरीदते हे  मुघसे 

प्यार करने वाले चुपते हे मुझे सबसे 

बच्चों के खिलौने का दाम हूँ में 

ब्रष्टों के लिए राम हूँ में 

मुझको इतना देते हे महत्व 

भूल जाते हे आत्म और परमात्म 

इन सब में हूँ राक्षसी रुपी 

मानव मस्तिष्क में हूँ महा मायावी 

होती ख़ुशी मुझे हर बार 

जब नहीं करते मेरा व्यापार 

दान देते हे मुझे समाज सेवा के लिए

या जब मुझसे जलती हे  वीरों के दिए 

कहता हूँ एक  बात की ज्ञान 

मेरे पीछे न भागो जवान 

आदर्शों को बनाओ अपनी सम्पति 

तब बनूंगी में तुम्हारी पारवती 

जीवन के इस संगर्ष में मुझे तलवार न बनाओ 

चरित्र को करो बलवान राक्षस नहीं इंसान बनो 

MASKS I WEAR

The lift doors opened vomiting me onto the second floor

I put on my mask, racing against the opening door

I smile at the whites, I nod at the grieving

my mask molding into place, with my true face receding

my pia mater greets me, with a torrent of tears

I change my mask, to accomodate her  fears

Thundering shoes!! Draws our attention right

my blood donor walks in, displaying his fright

I slip on an encouraging mask, directing his attention

he dives into action, dismissing her assumptions

my mask slips , a grin flashes out of place

cursing silently, I readjust my face

beeping in the background, whites slither around 

I use my mask of silence, studying the ground

sterile air ;stinks of worry and trepidation

my minds frolics free while I display meditation 

countless prayers fly, assaulting  my senses

hiding my sarcasm ,I deftly adjust my lenses

sitting under the switches ,I busy myself with other tasks

while matris and frater slip on brave masks

I glance at them struggling to accept the facts

ignoring their turmoil, I lazily stretch my lats

Big Men&Women flock to offer their views

some control the gates, many open their sluice

like vultures they stare at my unshaven face

I pull out my smiling mask, hardening their gaze

pity barely covers their disdain, struggling slow

disgust distorts their maw, pupils grow

I slip on more masks tricking them more

perplexed and beaten they head out the door

relaxing with a bored mask,  expectantly I listen on

the generals ponder, lamenting of a time long gone

now they speak of acceptance , they discuss in tone

my masks fall, glee blatantly shown

finally!! they reached the peak I had scaled

logic finally succeeded where I would have failed

Of the many masks I wear, I seldom share

In the world of lies, the truth no one cares

ODE TO IDIOT 3

You have it all, you sit where you won't fall
your hold her close, she's your doll
you fail to see that, which everyone does
you crib and cry, throw up a fuss
be a man try not to be an ass
keep a smile playing on my lovely lass

ODE TO IDIOT 2

Up and down you can jump and sway
place your cards, stage your play
as you draw your knots to close
I shall penetrate your heart, your rose
scream in pain, scream for your woes
That's as far as my kindness goes

ODE TO IDIOT

I feel like a god, a god who could smite you down

but I wait and watch for the day you drown.

I smile at your hate ,I have you mate

its now too late, to change your fate

ALL IT TAKES

The sun went down, spitting its last rays

throwing light on the affair, of the Bejois and the Lays

the dusky basement yawned, lost in its slumber

the leaky pipes dripped wet, desperately in need of a plumber

muffled sounds of excitement, draws our attention left

on his knees, a young lad explores a cleft

lost in its worship, he strives to please the goddess

his soul trapped, entangled in her gentle caress

carved onto the wall, she revels in his prayers

a prudent smile at his will, a sigh when he breached her layers

Eyes clamped shut, she rocked in rhythm 

gasps escaped her lips, instantly she bit em'

her mind was on fire, her feet shook with chills

pleasurable pain shocked her, pushing her off hills

her nails yearned, for flesh to claw

her hips swayed upwards, defying the law

his questioning glance ,she stammered a fervent nod

she soared higher and higher, with every prod

her hair a wild mess, her breath stuck in her chest

her knees quivered ,buttons poking through  her vest

her thighs braving the cold basement air

The bridge of denim lowered to bare

her waist pressed against the musty wall

standing arched atop her knave, she stood tall

she felt the surf building up a mighty force

fueled by the  continual stroking of her fiery source

she exploded with a scream, like overflowing lakes

A finger, A finger is all it takes.

I AM A GOD

I am a god, a god like the Greeks

I do as I wish, I wish as I please

I am a god I wander the streets strong

I am a god I ponder as I walk along

I am a god I walk among the mortals

I am a god, a thorn among the petals

I am a god , not a slave of my emotions

I am a god, not known for my patience

I am a god stroking your dying desire

I am a god setting your mind on fire

I am a god causing trouble

I am a god who will burst your bubble

             I am a god I observe what you don’t see   

                I am a god I like it when you please me

I am a god I look into your eyes

I am a god I see past your lies

I am a god I laugh at your fears

I am a god I walk past your tears

I am a god I look down upon your pride

I am a god I stand against the tide

I am a god I sit back while you fight

I am a god I haunt you at night

I am a god I watch you die

I am a god, a god for life

I am a god I stand above all

I am a god even if I fall

I LAUGH

I laugh at their sad faces

I snicker at their tears

I rumble at the different traces

Of medicines and mortal fears

I guffaw at the whirring machinery

I chuckle at the various tubes

I am amused with the trickery

Of those bright little cubes

I laugh at the doctors struggling

I laugh at their wasted wealth

I laughed at the steady beeping

I laughed at the face of death

THE WOMAN'S LOVE

The rain retreated to a drizzle, grass drenched fresh

the woman showered leisurely ,detoxifying her flesh

she washed her muddy feet, her filthy hands

easing her fingers, between her curly strands

she stepped out dripping drops onto the floor

unashamed she walked out the glass door

she ignored the lace strings on the bed

slipped over a silk gown over her head

she worked on her hair, blowing it high

puffed on some perfume, with a deep sigh

she dabbed powder, with untrained knack

gazing from the mirror lust looked back

painted apple red, her lips shone

pale face ,mottled with mascara clad eyes

a slender chain lining her neck, encasing a heavy stone

delicate fingers worked on her nails, a small price

he would have eyes only for her tonight

the thought set her dead eyes alight

she surveyed the hall, he sat a few feet away

well practiced gait she strode, an erotic hip sway

he didn't stand when she sat, he ignored her tight dress

she was coy, she flirted ; even acted gullible

he stared at his plate with dead eyes, hands clenching the fork

she touched his hand, even teased his plunger under the table

no reaction he displayed, neither at her nor at the succulent pork

she labored on trying to catch his attention, reminiscing

their previous date, he could not keep his hands off her, ever probing

she bent, a contrived action ; her bosom craving his attention

he slept on unperturbed , immobile

she snapped, clawing at his chest she drove him to the floor

unbuttoning, unzipping straddling him she chewed on his lips

stroking him to life, she moaned with the effort

unyielding to her urgings,he slept soft and flaccid

all inhibitions gone she pounded him with her naval

lost in the insanity, she rode on his bloodied waist

why did he not react? why didn't he scream in heat

he had gone on plummeting her yesterday, holding up her feet

she had begged him to let her go, cried her make up into stains

yet now he made no single protest, when she rubbed his veins

her knees chapped due to the wooden floor,thighs stung as they bruised

 his face sculpted in pain , his hair dotted with mud

his suit shabby, speckled with dust and the stench of the rain

the smells worked on her brain, she cried out as she came

she collapsed panting on his rotting frame

You can have me everyday now, she whispered

I shall love you forever, she mumbled

dragging him away she giggled, the fetor lingered.

WORDS OF WARNING

I sink in the sand as you watch on

                                          you won't wait until I am completely gone

just like the day of my death

                                         you never waited for me to take my last breath

what I endured you shall endure too

                                         this is my curse blessed upon you

words of warning you never heed

                                         you shall lament for them in your time of need

I won't haunt you while you sleep

                                         I won't rejoice when you weep

in wait I will lie patiently

                                        for the day you shall follow me

DATE WITH THE DEAD

THE PROSPEROUS DEAD

THE CRUCIFIED CREATOR

BREAK THE HAND THAT CURSED YOU

BROKEN ANGEL

ANGEL OF DOOM

BLEEDING ROSES

RISE OF THE DEAD

SENTENCED TO SILENCE 

A SAINTHOOD DRINKER

Sitting on the 3rd step, I exhale in rings
sun lashes on my feet, it stings
Heady with perturbed exhilaration
I gaze at the bustling world
never before have I exclaimed
I am a bottled sainthood drinker
a self proclaimed morbid thinker

I watch the skies change, from blue to red
Observe flesh begging for bread
undisturbed I walk on, not bothered
I am a bottled sainthood drinker
never let my mind to flicker

Rage explodes, to my right
fists fly, blood spills in my sight
honking , cacophony of metal

                                  

I move on , worrying little        
I am a bottled sainthood drinker
in affairs of another I don't tinker

familiar faces drift by, waving
eyes lost on each other, dreaming
I neither hear their moans, nor their screaming
I am a bottled sainthood drinker
not a considerate, philanthropist mister

a smile flashes on a fellow drinker
blurred to my vision, I grin along
bells ring , joy resonates with a gong
I am a bottled sainthood drinker
sated, not a desperate winner

polluted winds brush my hair
troubled coughs of the tormented gear
I ignore the stares of the ignorant
I am a bottled sainthood drinker
readily branded, as the social sinner

a bottle of spring for my dry throat
a procreator, mind filled with doubt
I am a bottled sainthood drinker
come what may, I won't miss dinner

ODE TO INTOXICATED INTELLECTUAL

The sun sauntered west, intimidated by the darkness
stripped of it's attire, raped into starkness
exposed ; disappearing out of sight, plotting vengeance
loony body, ambling slowly promising patient penance
too drunk to focus, stars stammered bright
thus began the hedonistic plight of the night
an oak door ,shimmered in the light of the crescent
a metal wolf, bejeweled with a torturous trident
a beast enters, careful to tread lightly in stealth
not to disturb, his soul of immense wealth
lying in the dying moon, mascara lining an eye
wrapped in satin,a dusky queen lavishly lies

Breathing in the heady aroma, the strong musk
she cracked an eye, saw him highlighted against the dusk
scalp covered in waist length serpentines, rude face
beard which attacked his chest, hands heavy as mace
a spark of sulphur, a torrent of smoke
the fog spread, magnifying at each stroke
her anklets burnt cold, as he caressed her cheek
daring not to look, culprit caught mid peek
observed him ravage her effort, with untamed joy
breaching her fortress, the aquina of troy
clinking of cutlery, dripping water tap
every crease, every bump of him she could map
she fell into fantasy, embracing erotic enlightenment
liberating lecherousness , massacring resentment

The smoke moved lazily, indulging anarchy
the weed shone orange, the ash black chalky
the parchment rough , vibrated at his fingertips
the nectar swirled , seducing his lips
a curvaceous feline form,lay breathing
ignorant of his, inner desire seething
a quick glance at the night sky, dilating
the dull light filtered by oral exhaust,illuminating
a bottle of blood  liquid lay uncapped, open
scribbling's adorned walls, a few well chosen
a rack of dying pages,half burnt matches
tainted tin box, littered with powdered green
a mirror observed,the precarious scene

Dragging a puff of his chillum, he read on
his glass of rum, already half gone
eyes heavy with sleep, mind clouded yet clear
quickly he  blinked, feeling a familiar sear
many a night he spent, stimulating his mind
time slowed as he thought, slow rewind
a hand crept towards his hair, unaware
he caught her, pinned her down with a silent glare
a slice of white, an impudent smile
she ran her hand, over his rough beard
"you look tired, why don't we sleep awhile"
the "S" word was all he heard
lost was he in her mischievous eyes
the way they crinkled when she was nice
heavy with the scent, her body his breath

he closed the distance, breadth by breadth
Moving, in tone with her moans
climbing higher, clearing so many zones
the rhythm went on, excitement overthrowing intoxication
a frenzy of chemicals, lust overflowing, gentrification
heart racing, mind jammed with pleasure
the dance went on all night,  no ceasure
dawn erupted, struggling to clear the mood
vanishing smoke, gesturing symbols lewd
Brandishing, fiery frills she lashed out
searching, the bastard she would clout
the roads stirred again, rats scuttling around
the intoxicated intellectuals lay sated, bodies bound

FILTH FAIRY

Wing's smudged with grease, Dirt
her nails darkened with food particles

         

various stains of sauce and sambar    
adorn her ripped, white shirt

Her feet buried in used banana leaves
her hands searching , shoveling - spilling
her fingers adorned with apple peels
her pockets, stuffed with grubs jingling

a necklace of kebabs, half eaten
squishing food, she walks half beaten
her hair tangled with chicken wings
her face smudged with gastronomic sins
swaggering under the influence of wine
she grabs, the next man to dine

food is boring, it's time to play
pity those rascals, they better pray

WASH OF THE DEAD

Shampoo the skull, massage tenderly
brush inside the orbits, vigourously

polish the chin, with a satin cloth
pamper the jaw, till it froths
careful with the spinal column
clean each piece individually , be solemn

the sternum is the easy part
make sure first to remove that dart
the ribs need gentle attention
hip's you can ignore, too many penetrations
employ a scrubber on the limb bones
lick clean the carpals, the little toes                                          


Wipe the structure clean with a soft towel
make sure to keep it away from that dirty shovel
powder the collar bone, a dab of make up on the cheek bone
play some bach, she liked a slow tone
pick out that white dress, the one not torn

under the loop, around the curve tie that bow
a dash of nail polish, to make her phalanges glow
take her out, have some fun , be a gentleman
bring her back, lay her to rest as soon as you can.

ENDING

He walked on, leaving her behind

she cried tears, bitter - sweet memories flushed around in her head

the first time they kissed, the feel of his hand on her waist

the times they spent holding hands, hoping forever it would last

she remembered the day he fell ill, the day she waited all night

with a bottle of Benedryl in one hand, the CroCin pill held tight

she fantasized a marriage, the altar decked white his hand with the shiny ring

Cindrella had lost her carriage, the prince was evil not the fling

she thought about the walk in the rain, the pleasure which followed pain

the warm bedsheets, his cozy embrace, the carved face with a stubble

the floor had been pulled from under her feet, POP went the bubble

Then anger surged, she thought of the time he left her behind

the time he ditched her to fraternize with his kind

she loathed the handsome face, those brown eyes      

the lips which had spoken words, all of them lies

Her head throbbed, she needed a cigarette

not enough, to stop the tsunami of regret

The tear's stopped flowing, her heartbeat slowed

steps felt lighter, her body almost floated

she watched herself open her door, gazed inside at the figure packing

she saw no man, she saw no life, all she saw was a demon grinning at her misery

she picked the glass flower, entwined around a cross, immortality is love he had said

the demon slayed, the stake right through its slender neck,The rose drenched red

She smiled to herself, how fitting she pondered , he laid his own death bed

She picked his zippo off the table, his scotch she splashed on his box

"Burn in Eternal Hell!!" She raged, "Burn in an eternal inferno".

The flames consumed it all, The X-Ray,The Prescription,The Pills 

THE MAGIC OF MONROE

 Marilyn Monroe - One of the most enticing sex symbols of the 20th century.

 It takes some time to notice that there are no WEIGHT'S ATTACHED TO THE BAR.

 How many of you wished to be that rope?

The most popular print of the actress, its from a scene in her widely popular movie The Seven Year Itch. Miss monroe walks over the grate, and  her white skirt goes right up revealing her long legs.

 As delicious as ever.

 Elegance Exemplified

 Queen of Hearts

 Nativity of the Naughtiness

Seductress in Satin

Playboy Print of Marilyn Monroe when she posed for the magazine in it's very first issue. It was these photo's which shot playboy to instant opularity.

A PIRATE

Social Misfit,Ridiculed and Condemned, 


Fighting against the torrent of convention, 


An Outcast, A Pirate I sail the seas of society,


My voice of reason falls on Deaf ears, 


Caught in the crossfire of eons of stereotypes, I sail along.


 I am a pirate. A Pirate who sails the seas of society!!


 I shall stand in your way, I shall plunder your senses,


 I shall shred your thoughts and rip your mind apart.


 I shall pillage your ideals and pollute your dreams.


 I am a Pirate, A Pirate who sails the sea of society. 


You can run, You can hide but you can't avoid me, 


Chugging my rum and Smoking my joint I violate your clouded mind


Your ear's may bleed, your heart may cry But I,


I am a pirate, I shall offend your faith, I shall make you bait


I am a pirate, A Pirate who sails the seas of society.




YOU ARE A PIRATE!!

DOG OF THE DEMON

The demon finished his meal
tapped his stomach and whistled
With sharpened claws of steal
with fur as black as the dying night
stomped a dog , as the master beckoned

he stared at the remains of the fight
four men, too cooked and two skinned
two had been seasoned ,two had been eaten
he looked at the soft flesh, licked his lips wagged his tail
and as fast as the rising gale, he pounced on the cooked flesh

less sweetened, he chomped hungrily, looked at the demon
The meal done, he settled next to his master
lapping on a bowl of water, with a hint of lemon

Dog and Demon gazed dreamily satisfied
Ah! Life was food when men were not fried
The sun rose , drunk on the horizon
A boulder and a pebble, strolled on.

DEPTH OF DARKNESS

When we talk about the dark side of human nature, many people shun such topics for one simple reason - They find it hard to comprehend. We have a romanticized image of human beings painted in our head and dethroning such an image is not very acceptable. People are used to listening to words like "compassionate " ,"loving", "caring" and instantly images of men or women sporting warm smiles and tending to children or animals pops into their heads.Then along comes an example like Ted Bundy or Harold Shipman who challenges these notions in our head. Men who have not only shown brutality in their acts of crime but have shown no sign of remorse. Such examples not only shock the conventional mind's but also raise an important question- What sort of influence can stimulate men/women to resort to such violence?. Some religious conservatives may point out that the absence of a moral code in their lives could have played a prominent role in their behavioral deformities. But the popular notion that serial killers and sociopaths are products of a broken home or an abusive upbringing has been shattered with many examples including those mentioned above. Both subjects came from conservative christian households, they had a good christian upbringing, a sound education, yet they transgressed into the monsters we know today. One of the most popular reasons cited and brandished around by the media and criminals alike is the influence of media on their behavior. This seems most convenient as the brashness of the media directors have increased over time . An AXE commercial today would have caused enough scandal to upset a multinational company 20 years ago. Popular influences of violence and anti social behavior can be traced to sitcoms like DEXTER , SPARTACUS BLOOD AND SAND etc. Certain "acclaimed" critiques have even criticized popular cartoon series TOM & JERRY to induce "violent" ,"anti social" behavior in children. Assuming children watching "aggressive" cartoons like ROAD RUNNER, TOM&JERRY, LOONY TUNES etc are gonna end up committing similar crimes its advisable to take these shows of the air, or at the least issue a PG-13 certificate.Keeping this "valid" point aside I strongly feel that human nature has more role to play than a few splashes of blood and body parts on screen. Going back in time when man first discovered the most potent weapon of his age, Fire. He would have discovered the joy of cooked meat , the security of sleeping without threat of predators. He also discovered the destructive power of fire. Many instances can be cited throughout history; The Dynamite, The Atom Bomb,etc.

"A knife in the hands of a murderer can take life , while the same knife in the hands of a surgeon can save life"

Human nature is as unpredictable as the universe we inhabit. Men and Women known to lead a calm collected life are seen to burst into uncontrollable rage at the smallest of irritants, to the surprise of their coworkers and family members. Now taking human nature as the side of a coin having two faces is both being just and prejudiced. Every person has the potential to do good or evil, but deeming someone totally evil or totally a saint due to their actions is a grave mistake. Take Harold Shipman for example, A british doctor convicted of murdering 15 of his patients and suspected of killing more than 500 patients over a span of 25 years. A doctor pledged to the oath of saving life , methodically putting his patients to death. Though Doctor Shipman's life ended hanging from  his own prison cell, it goes to say how judgements are hard to make about a person's nature. He has been immortalised as THE MOST PROLIFIC SERIAL KILLER IN RECORDED HISTORY.

Another interesting case is of Ted Bundy,serial , killer ,rapist and pedophile. Convicted for killing more than 30 young women between the age of 15-25. He was introduced to the electric chair almost 15 years after his first criminal act, during which he fathered a child and enjoyed matrimonial bliss. He was also well educated, brought up in a christian home, though he attributes his violent behavior to his abusive granddad and "violent pornography" psychologist's have diagnosed his to have Anti Social Personality Disorder(ASPD). He not only was a charismatic and educated man, but was pursuing an honours course in law.Not only was he known to kidnap , kill and rape his victims, but in the days preceding to his arrest to break and enter  into homes and bludgeon unsuspecting dwellers. The chi omega sorority being one of the cases of his desperate need to kill.

Coming back to our original question what exactly stimulated these violent outbursts in seemingly sane individuals, the answer is going remain a mystery just  like how the human mind has eluded understanding. Maybe someday we will be able to understand what actually makes these people tick and stub it out before it enrages the whole community.

For further information on TED BUNDY and HAROLD SHIPMAN
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Ted_Bundy
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Harold_Shipman

DEATH OF THE DEVIL

Sun rays filtered through the dust
spears and pitch forks painted with rust
Dismembered bodies of white and red
angels lay in arms of demons only in death

Sulphur shimmered in molten lead
among the carnage lay a child
crying and bawling its lungs out
near him lay a bleeding wolf
driven out by a spear , attacked in the wild

Humanity weeped for the devil had died
crushed by faith, crushed by light
They had been mislead , they had been lied

Their fruits of planning lay in plain sight
the child wailed in, changing form
it was a virgin girl now, a widow later
the wolf was her yang, once her playmate
untamed, brash , stagnation hater
chaos was his realm, progress his chariot
now he lay lifeless, bleeding in peace

Her principles laid him to rest
she had failed one of her own tests

WHEN DEMONS DIE

When demons die
they take with them every truth, every lie
When demons die
lust is lost, vengeance just cries

Peace reigns all, stagnate, suffocate
joy overflows mute , fate
Death is scarce, sorrow is lost
god Reigns , like a holy ghost

Perspective is gone, replaced by a plan
there lies no passion between women and man
Pleasure is curbed, replaced by prayer
man is destroyed layer by layer

Everybody dies happy, no mistakes no regrets
there is no wolf for the little piglets

When  demons die
no human brave or shy can have a life
which is not as sweet as apple pie

FALL

It is important to loose control

Its necessary to fall

what is joy if sorrows not known

what use is a bat, without a ball

The universe runs antagonistic 

every good has a bad

balance is maintained in pin point precision

Today she is happy, tomorrow she is sad

even god wanted an adam and eve

though those of us who have brains 

think its man who made us believe

he who got sparks, he who flew places

why is it that we fall, if not

to get up again, what is got

if your always high again

Bacteria virus pump our immunity

Criminals thieves mold our community

Rapists teach us to love women

terrorists keep us alert 24/7

A world without randomness a world which is dead

gold has no value if not for lead

MY LIFE IN CIRCLES

As I spin round and round
I see the sky above the ground
like a butcher , eyeing a hound
I reach for the stars, galaxy bound

I keep trying to grasp success
I will keep going on unless
by some miracle I achieve all
gain everything dear and do not fall

I kick, bite and crawl, gain scars
like a puppet, hanging in cars
Many a friend I loose ,not nice
pray what was their use ,just mice

In my large experiment of life
no daughters, no sons, hell not even a wife
In my hunger for light ,I passed
through the darkness, I stand unmasked
no glory greets, my scared face
no joy jumps ,no ecstasy ,no trace

Ultimately I tumbled down in circles
what use does bone have without muscles

CHAOS IN ORDER

There is a ripple of order
tearing through countries and borders
fear acts as rich fodder

Men walk in files, women make babies
cats like paws, dogs spread rabies
no eclipses, no comet of hailey's

Pain is reduced, people live long
no music, no dance , no song
Everyone is healthy, austria to hong kong

Love flourishes, hatred dead
no broken hearts, no sick beds
Religion rules, from A to Z

what do we see here, a women
her legs spread , stroking the demon
A shot of vodka with a dash of lemon

Lust produced chaos, pleasure shattered
cries released, thats all mattered

INFINITY

It goes on and on
no beginning no end
in a straight line it goes
no curves, or a bend

Multiplying , dividing on
what you see now, will
once be long gone

Darkness and light, day
light and a fortnight
keeps going on , anyway

As far as the I can see
Eye can't see any more
Be brave , tread ahead
Bee's move, stable head

Many a flower blooms and fall
Thrown about like a rag doll
A bottomless pit, a deep ravine
a high induced by weed, by wine

The tunnel never ends, always goes on
neither a bend , just move on

LIE OR DIE

Why do we lie, can't we get by
telling the truth, why do we sigh
can't we live a happy life, with apple pie

A thousand lies are worth a single truth
no work, no swear, no blood , no fruit
an honest man dies, the man who lies flies

Integrity has nothing to do with honesty
Humility has nothing to do with modesty
Women who lie get more men
the truth would kill ten or eleven

Life is a lie , death is the truth
where there is pie , there has to be fruit
falling off a cliff or grinding in a mill
both seem insane , both fit the bull
you may be a lecher or a bearded saint
but you can't deny putting on some paint

Your gay or your straight, your fat
or your thin, you get a head pat
only if your capable of feigning
No loss gained no gain losing