BLACKS ALL AROUND DANCE OF TERROR DEATH DARK TRUTH DEVIL-had he fedelity DEEP IN THE NIGHT SCULPTURE OF DARK THE DARKNESS THE BLACK HOLE REFLECTIONS PASSAGE OF NIGHT LOST DOWN BLANKET OF LIES EXPRESSIONS seducing fruit SEX INDULGENCE FATES RIGHT GESTURE GRAVITY OF LUST flow of electons(the sperm) PIECE OF CHALK IN MANOJ KUMAR'S HAND
You are entering this …..
This tunnel……
The business itself
Blindly with a blind man's trust in the peculiar laws of physics which apparently govern the enterprise …..
“ I saw … the doors are closing and
…..the colors so fade …..
due and as black…
as my eyes are falling down to……
and I fall on the tracks of which are leaving down….
And I wonder that the sadness is fencing me all around….
Tonight….
False reasoning … false black.
False black that I can see.. that a blind can not see.
. that a blind ca not feel…
Cause … I walked to that which was pleasing.. all I take , is feeling free…………
And I walked to that which was pleasing..
And to which I started stealing wind from space……
But…..
There it comes….
buzzing sound….
Opening my eyes..
That too to darkness all…
can see….!
frightening buzzing sound frightens me….
then is forced to open the worms…
at the mercy of the speeds….
Can not see any reason…..
What a blind can not see..
Cause I walk what is pleasing..
All I take is something free…..
power .. what I steal from the wind……”
(You see a small point over there .. that's , the end of the tunnel… BLACK is over ..!)
“it's where …
as now it's there.. and you are at black's side.. you do not understand what's the meaning of this crazy game of black
BLACKS ARE OVER
Dance Of Terror Window panes come crashing down
Amidst the tears and pain
Vanishing hopes are gone and flew away
Up above through twilight
Shadows cast across the floor
Reflections of the past
Trembling thoughts of one
Dwelling deep within the soul
A mystical sense of reality
Captured by the craze
All in bewilderment
Of the shock in the wave
Creatures of the dimness
Chattering amongst the green
Everything slows in stillness
What is this we see?
Death is a road our dearest friends have gone;
Why with such leaders, fear to say, "Lead on?"
Its gate repels, lest it too soon be tried,
But turns in balm on the immortal side.
Mothers have passed it: fathers, children; men
Whose like we look not to behold again;
Women that smiled away their loving breath;
Soft is the travelling on the road to death!
But guilt has passed it? men not fit to die?
O, hush—for He that made us all is by!
Human we're all—all men, all born of mothers;
All our own selves in the worn-out shape of others;
Our used, and oh, be sure, not to be ill-used brothers
Birds have no consciousness of doom:
Yon thrush that serenades me daily
From scented snow of hawthorn bloom
Would not trill out his glee so gaily,
Could he foretell his songful breath
Would sadly soon be stilled in death.
Yon lambs that frolic on the lea
And incarnate the joy of life,
Would scarce disport them could they see
The shadow of the butcher's knife:
Oh Nature, with your loving ruth,
You spare them knowledge of Dark Truth.
To sad humanity alone,
(Creation's triumph ultimate)
The grimness of the grave is known,
The dusty destiny await . . . .
Oh bird and beast, with joy, elance
Effulgently your ingorance!
Oh man, previsioning the hearse,
With fortitude accept your curse!
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The Devil—had he fidelity
Would be the best friend—
Because he has ability—
But Devils cannot mend—
Perfidy is the virtue
That would but he resign
The Devil—without question
Were thoroughly divine
( I was in love with a girl who dreams a lot about her dream boy(which's not me unfortunatley) but she came in my dream once and)
Deep in the night the cry of a swallow,
Under the stars she flew,
Keen as pain was her call to follow
Over the world to me.
Love in my heart is a cry forever
Lost as the swallow's flight,
Seeking for her and never, never
Stilled by the stars at night.
Sculpture into Black each small, fragile piece
placed with care
instinct guiding hands
to the perfect spot.
slowly and slowly it grew
til the whole was vast
and shimmering
reflecting thousands of
memories glowing with love
radiating warm light
bursting with a song
of a thousand gentle voices
like a translucent oak,
many arms encompassing us
body surrounding us
power sustaining
and carrying us.
some knew, and saw
its fullness and strength;
others only wondered
at something
they could not quite see.
but somehow
the pieces began to twist
to falter and to fail
the light grew dim
and then went dark
the delicate limbs
shrivelled
and shrank
turned black
and cold
and sharp
with a shriek,
it died
went still
went silent
and the pieces fell away
one by one
like shards of glass.
The Darkness
If only it were so simple,
to cruise through life smelling roses;
but the obstacles blacken the countryside,
and we unwittingly crush them beneath our boots.
Dreams sustain us through the madness;
goals give a finish line to our race.
Yet they change with every turn, around every wall,
and remain elusive throughout the quest.
Mistakes are made, and regrets are our luggage;
we will drag them with us to slow us down.
The victories are flashes of light, sudden and unlasting, which allow us
to glimpse the road ahead before darkness descends.
Love is bitter, yet it is the bread that keeps us.
Over and over it fills us up, only to starve us.
The people whom we love shape our destinies and our strengths,
yet leave us cold and alone in the darkness.
There are others trying to race to the end;
occasionally, we bump into one or two.
The bonds we form help us down the path less lonely
but eventually, we lose each other in the darkness.
Alone is not a bad way to be;
it clears your head and focuses you on the journey.
Cherish the short intervals during the quest you have with others,
but be prepared to walk alone in the darkness.
The black hole, a vast eternal space
A false sense of comfort shroud this place
Where a leather clad figure chose to exist
His fears and loneliness remain to persist
The black hole, a place of endless night
Absence of memories of color and light
Addicted to dark, no way to break free
Confronted by black, that's all he can see
The black hole, a vast endless space
A void where honesty hasn't a place
Alone in his darkness he won't have to share
The man in black leather will always be there
Reflections
reflections
of a friend long gone
not only flicker
but radiate from
his face
causing a twinge
a longing
a fondness
a passion
to spring up
unexpectedly
and my eyes grow wide
my hands go soft
and my heart opens
amazed at who he is
and who he isn't.
The Passage of Nights Hasten the day that brings us lovemaking
for without the feel of your hands on my breasts,
your head's stubble nudging my belly
I will fade from you and wither
my petals falling to the cracked ground.
I chill in the night air.
I ache to be opened by you.
This evening that is my craving,
this is the time we should slip away:
to couple behind garden walls
to besprout passion and sex and poetry.
This distance makes me ooze and melt
onto the soil. Aching. My raptor lover,
my thorn; as you enter me
breathe into me life.
Lost
Confusion
Anxiety
Anger and
Pain
Despair
Hatred
Isn't it all the same?
Turmoil
Anguish
Pity and Revenge
Spurn
Condemn
When is it going to end?
Loneliness
Heart ache
Must I be disturbed?
Desolate
Forlorn
Will I always be alone?
Down
as i sit here
waiting for you to notice
that i do breath, just like you
and that i cry, laugh, and have feelings
just like everyone else
but for some reason
you think you can put me down
and it won't phases me
but what you will never see
is the damage that you have done
i will never let that show
i wont dare show you my true feelings
even if they are good or bad
cause i know you don't even care
but if you did
i would still keep to myself
that's the way i do it
that's the way i am
you can never change that
and niether can i
Why do they want to hide
Under a blanket of lies
Are they scared
Are they scared to die
Like little children afraid of the dark
Afraid of the unknow
They'll try to think of nice things
Even if it means making them up
Closeing their eyes tightly
To not see what's really around
They'll pull a blanket of religious lies over their head
So the reality monster cannot find them.
Goodness dies, darkness lies,
Blood runs all around.
Death rides high, passes by,
No escape, you're found.
Look at you, now you're through,
You're the chosen one.
Try to flee, you can't from me,
In this life, you're done.
Here to reap, your soul to keep,
Pleasure in pain you'll agree.
A corpseless shell, sent straight to hell,
To burn an eternity.
Supple and smooth-her feminine fold-
Like a blossom with the rise of the sun;
Open petals will fall to the sensual call,
As the light of day fades and is done.
Ripe, in full bloom, ready for harvest
Prepared is this fruit now to taste;
To his lips take the juices of her fruit that seduces,
Not a moment past dusk may he waste.
Savoring the fruit, he partakes of the berry,
Its bitter-dweet taste so fulfilling-
For he knew in reaping, this fruit was his keeping
Ripe fruit made the blossom quite willing.
touching her finger to the anticipatory pearl
then touching
her finger
to her lips ....
at her neck the fluent gold ....
lost within the night her night ....
hushed against his skin, her skin ....
her fluent flesh
Sits on his bed with his five mates round him,
Fresh from the pub,
Pissed as a fart.
- Jeans down on one leg
And I got it up her,
Going great guns,
Then the vodka hit. So I gave it a slap,
You should've seen it leap.
Three times -
Grins; I won't yet say a deathshead.
Every face i see is cold as ice
Like a stream that flows into the sea
I am lost for all eternity
Ever since you took your love away from me
Sometimes the sound of goodbye
Is louder than any drumbeat
as i leave all my college friends
.. i opened up my window
stranger in my garden....,
it's cold outside and
..and obligrated burden..
I just felt it ,in my soul..
and tthe lust is not in control
"come ,be my lover...
as you want that to be.."
you starved to say this ...
I stood around ,led myself
then to eternal bliss...
what am i gonna do..?
without her
as the electron gains
acceleration into hole
the starfields genrated into
the minds of the souls...
.... the tearing sounds , makes that
unresitable
the intake goes higher and ,deeper...
thats unstopable..
the climax shoots in
...The electron inside
a big bang deeper
as it reach the behive
still electrons waiting to ..
get the threshold of those anxities
PIECE OF CHALK IN MANOJ KUMAR'S HAND
(this is the poem , i have written on my teacher when i was doing engineering,the way he used to grab the chalk and rape it while it wears out the cream)
as the fairy cream's chalk powder
skips down the black board
.. phallus chalk waiting,
for its molestation on the road,
the hard hands of grabbing alien,
touching it's nude fair body,
inoccuous vibrations plead and ,
radiating the board's lobby
it's end life coming nearer ,
as its height getting shorter
Man , standing before chanting his
own words ,the only starter
