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!!