His Hy-pathetic Reality

hark the herald the pirate sings
lest his might might lose his strength
see heroes are made of reasonless faith
them immature sides of his ungodly whole
know now this now you're special only to his whimsy
time is his lie being is his spy
you're freedom is his plane
his plane to judge his own existence
think thus confused king
sends out million minions
go pain for me
I'm small too alas not in comparison to u
but in comparison to all else
smallness fights grandeur in the calling of entirety
the cycle but never stops nor for u not for ur god
see gods are bigger but none the less weaker
ur the millionth experiment in his infinite confusion
the masks he gives u are his own lended some borrowed
the beauty of the wheel is that it never meets its own end
and that's the only clever thing he last did
morrison u fuck bob you stuck
he knew de-reason u knew configuration
achoo bless u cough cough coughin through
Adams apple was what eve bit into
u fool
u fool u fool
the depth of her bottoms the smile on her lowly lips is what beckons u
and nothing else will get through
and nothing else can make you

Morning Gaga

you wake up in a new town wondering why the smoldering breath of the last town seems incomprehensible in the burning eye of the new one
. you wake up to the smell of fresh soothing coffee to the angst of a fresh lit cigarette
you wake up to the idea that love might still survive our terrible lies.
you wake up to promise surging through the veins of your soul
you wake up with a smile that gently caresses the soft insides of your own heart without reason.
you wake up to sweet sweet music as it churns itself vigorously through the bliss of being.
you wake up through the eyes of the better man in you.
you wake up to this worlds secret "as animals we must love."
you wake up to the universe the morning the gods who made u matter.
you wake up father son child man saint prophet.
love is the shadow of enlightenment and today i'll stare at the sun

for all her gusaing

i met wept for her today
saw her smilin whilin her time
her fair skin glows under neon lights
her black so covered in her blinding whites
lips red pink nay its the idea that chases my mind
do you remember them hasty kisses prolonged
in sun shines and moonlights profound
she draped herself in sweet white cotton
the first night i remember
held me sway by her demanding grace
stepped up said we'll kiss for bliss tonight
not knowing our being we let ousreslves be
kiss amiss amidst the wants that ne'er spake
bless u child and the dreams i had
for me for ye for the bottoms of ur eyes
for the depths of ur charades I'll seek a reason
for the length of your being I'll forsake my time
you are mine as u were once
and you will be someday when ?
this throat stays parched for your wet lips
these arms still aches for your hip hips
embraced we did in yesterdays yawn
embrace we did in our stories forlorn
wait await for her again
what we ever need will bring us pain
what she will lose still wont make your gains
and that's the sad story at the end of the day

The Karma Crack

foreseeable futures for the unforeseen mind
to foreseeable judgements on foreseen fears
for what is the eyes but a broken window
a one sided story to this 7 sided existence
death loves too only without choice
is redemption blind then or does it not care
fingers see not their arm
yet they worship arm god bone god man god
on and on so on so forth
so then isn't faith blindness too
look lest you miss sight
hear lest you forget sound
but worship the mind that knows without knowing
as nothing violates everything in the chambers of its night
becoming shakes itself away from what became
the void knows the void grows
one pit dug fills another with its garbage excess
whoop whoop whoop goes on Buddha song
whoop whoop whoop the endless story goes on
you're a trickle off a drop counting the numberless
you're the little of the least wanting more
east end lights will always hunger for northern nights
but u that have no purpose are god
for purpose binds your feet to narrow roads
your nothingness is your salvation
lose the eye keep the mind
ask the why run the mile
shatter scatter be
burn burn burn in glee
our lover hides around the corner
and soon she'll set us free

the last dance

sluggish tears tug at limber muscles
wipe mud way away from my broken fossils
time such so imprecisely measures age
no belief anymore more blind
though ur new vision is no equal find
your precision draws a scar on your mind
you walk ahead to find what you left behind
fire burned water drowned
isn't deaths reach profound
white hands puppeteer black minds
as the brown face fights the slanted eyed
the conscience is the new enemy
reason the new fallacy
the neighbour the new foe to be
the beggars asks for ungrateful fee
so tell me oh pray tell me
why happiness sought is misery found
why why our heavens have left us hell bound
your clean white houses in your dirty black streets
your western gods and your eastern priests
your crisp linen and your dirty sheets
truth stays scarce as the lies repeat
and seek now and measure your weights
nay not in gold but by the sparseness of your hate
seek now the door lest it be too late
nay not in time but by the weight of our mistakes

At Solomon's

in preached sermons of the lonely gaze
lies the saviour of the seven days
for is he not but of the eye
that solves the riddles and is the why
the days run like water and night sails like air
then is not it pity plight of men who never leave their chair
for but vague is the truth, ought u it be more solid like a stone ?
and but failure and its acceptance is the key from known to known
pain mathemates the same to love
for what is short also has height for what is below also has above
the world in eye the eye in mind mind in dream dream in sleep
from heavy light to floating darkness from painful shallows to soothing deep
you say slept i well last nigh
but if you slept well then who is the i
thus as thought is given to think
thus is life given thirsty drink
for desire abated is a limping horse
that gathers no speed and makes forward worse
tis beauty that ripens what carelessly grows
for he always was poetry and never prose

bang bang bang

crazy rumblin tumblin town
here i am back again
to suck your streets dry and your lanes
where i'll wait hiding in the air like a plague
dying crying laying insane
thin shrivelled legs holding up a fat belly
plastic faces jigsawed places
stale thick air shrivels my nose hair
bang town lore town whore town more more more town
sweet scented lavatories opening wide for my penis
while lays outside life henious
dry skin flaky hair old men alone in lonely arm chairs
hitchin a ride to the bitchin city
where overpriced meat serves overpayed humans
where the unemployed watch the rich's winding ends meet
where empty space is sold by the feet
dead beat no park street dog bark street horns bleat street
my jittery feet wont keep me in my seat
rainbow neons staring into vacant aeons
time your empty battle cowboy on a lonely saddle
i walked your tightrope once fell down most dead
reborn defied denied death bed
back again now no more sane
now your lanes i can walk again

i

A dream did occur last nigh
And in this dream was i
But out this dream was also i
Whilst in this dream was i
So if in this dream was really I
Then out this dream was who
Can I be one at the time when I’m being two
And if that indeed be really true
Then who is which and which is who
My eyes tell me its I awake
My dreams to me another I doth take
One I awake and another I slumber betakes
I goes to sleep and the other I awakes
Oh someone tell me which one is fake
It is after all my I at stake !

for he who is me

Oh blazing blinding brazen light I surrender to my ungodly plight
. Feeling wanting hopeful times I remember how soon time will fly
In dreams of me once was the eye the understanding of divides
. Gone the paranoia of looking behind.
Find me skinny bent back huddled with the night
Among the fireflies imitating the skies.
Borrowed wings of a harrowed high
I’m living in the golden lie
The stage has aged but stays the rage
We walk page by page with the new age sage
Hates the days and their redundant ways
He’s no bait for the pearly gates
Oh lord but I have to ask
Why to me this heavy task
To forsake the man to whom I ran
Whenever trembled my frail young hand
His tears now bleeding for my sins
Damn you who tailored my saturnine skin
And then for mother the son dour
Her womb mourns that ungodly hour
Delinquent son continues his run
Always looking to the sun
Ah but if this is truly me
Then this me I’ll truly be

Where the Madmen Flock

Shakespeare’s in the attic and Dylan’s of the past
All that remains is some bitten dogs and their barks
And some dying fires that where lit once in the past
And the bottoms of my pants sway with the sleeves on my hands
And the song in my guitar aint goin too far
In they alley I found an alley cat
I ran cause he knew I was the rat
Then invisible people selling alibis
You didn’t see me baby but I did walk by
you didn’t know at all but I was keepin an eye
Then at a bar I met the other guy
He said for another drink may your soul I buy?
Don’t you sweat don’t you fret you’ll be fine
All you have to do is wear a tie
And so I left him right there to cry
Then as the day chases the clock
I ran to where the madmen flock
Where shakespears still fantastic and Dylan’s atop the mast

ZZZZZ

oh once there was a troubadour
who had a euphonious snore
and to complete the madrigal
he married a snoring minstrel
he was an alto
and she a soprano
and both could snore a decent solo
they say in Christmas time
they devour 10 bottles of wine
then turn to bed and dim the light
and snore away "silent night"

Time or The man who lived forever

finger to finger and knee to knee
pages keep themselves turneen and burneen
walking down the broken roads
he's asking alms for broken gods
cookin thoughts for the man upstair
playin jingles on aphrodite's hair
he lived alone in his tumultuous gray
innocent hunter beautiful prey
diggin neath to find persephone's songs
hephaetus couldnt save him from athena's prongs
he drinks the laments of living wrong
death's patience goes on too long
how every breath in wine is soaked
how every depth in height is cloaked
tomorrow dawns from todays yawn
and thus everyday a memory is spawn
on a bed then he would lay
asking nothing of today
for time is right there everyday
its just the sun that goes away.....

Answer to sex

men derive their pain from their pleasures
while women derive their pleasures from their pain...

When mAd men get freed

patience my scattered mind no more plead
from this golden cage soon you shall be freed
i'll let you loose to paint the town red
while father lays ignorant in his bed
to scavenge on wine and let reality unwind
feed to you everything my hands can find
from pages of byron to satins of sirens
from spillings of shelley to milton by tenny
to abuse the worth of every single penny
nothing shall be once but always in many
you'll get your bloody share
of new souls you can tear
and then you ask me unfair
to say you werent there
soon you'll be allowed to be
every bird and every bee
to trod on through your own disease
the inability to ever please
yet how you rejoice in your pleasures vile
and to think you thought sylvia senile
and then the days you hungrily devour
the mad man who died in baltimore
then you lust for another's skin
this thirst you call an aesthetic sin
no rest you seek for your body's weak
in every bird you dip your beak
as every breath from you is shrewdly gazumped
your too busy sucking on Athena's thumb
and when they say he's everything but a success
you quote" the palace of wisdom lays on the path of excess" ....

Them 3 again !

now today i think of mother
oh how she hates her only brother
it's his company that is the real bother
the son the ghost and the holy Father!!

Woe is Me

oh if i could write verse too like dante
or play mean guitar like frusciante
or like sir edmund climb " The Hill"
or mint money like Mr Bill
or comprehend like Plato did
or mathemate like Euclid
or dribble the globe like Lionel Messi
or burn rubber like "The Doctor" Rossi
or relate and equate like Einstein
or like Jesus turn water to wine
or deliver a sermon like the Pope
or do comedy like Bob Hope
or sail the seas like Columbus
or cantillate like Sinatra does
or swab and daub like Da vinci
or like Nostradamus foresee
oh woe is now and woe is yet
when this fact you finally get
that your just another one of em whimsical poets...

The Fools Blues

he took a walk down the road and stumbled on silence
as the lazy brown fox jumped quickly over the fence
gazed a while at the forks in the road
with a whistle and a fumble, to the left he strode

my this boy's gonna get lost
he's walking with a poets ghost
now is there anything left to say
we all know poets are good men who lost their way
but how he continues to go astray

always one to sing never one to pray
he punctures the pages with his righteous dismay
the dumb man who always had something to say
look what he's left behind
tears and despair are all we find

you cant put circles in a rectangular mind
every emotion is worthy of mankind
children never chose their name
you blind men putting big pictures in a tiny frame

here's what we do to such righteous fools
such careless boys and their useless saccules
we'll tie him to a classroom chair
bleed his soul and cut his hair
watch him gasp and crave for sweet air
now every child pay heed beware
this is what will come to be
if you take freedom too literally

Curtain Call

oh theater oh theater thou fiddlst with my brain
thy timeless but by distance bound
yet thou travelst infinity before the last bell sound
the stage was once mine oh yes it was
where i died bloody corpse for a wretched lass
where bloody men gained second lives
where i stabbed my soul with dionysus's knives
oh how beautiful we were us savages three
liars in a lie setting freedom free
oh how wicked was his wretched glee
how infinite her agony
you play with breaths and you play with hearts
a new man travels your body parts
oh theater thou art the sin
the ecstasy of trading skin
you delicious fictitious hellacious contrive
the nirvana of knowing another "alive" ..................... ......

The streaker

there was once a smarting young lad
but sadly his clothes he never clad
when asked the reason for this embarrassing fad
he said " i never tasted from the apple which that dumbass adam had"

Whats so Funny ?

consider this the eternal quiz
from mothers womb to deathly bliss
where is the it the source of this wit
this dismal abysmal comedy skit
the questions answered only reveal
the void the devoids of his deal
to your knees to your knees
postulate before him and pay someone else the fees
the silver angels and their plastic hair
or the mad hatter the hole and that nosey hare
the holy trinity or valmiki's pair
changing salvation like underwear
budha u sure done what u coulda
and by jesus with time he woulda done betta
but he sure did press the wrong button
when he gobbled down that stale piece a' mutton
perhaps tis to be and not to ask
maybe the answer isnt where its at
perhaps tis better to never open the door
for his knock knock jokes since ages yore
and the day when i face his wrath and furore
i’ll ask him first to explain his sense of hu-more.....

Weather Report

crazy loopy roller coaster ride
god knows where the good men hide
the little people in their inflated skins
will someday have to pay for their deadly sins
the door to door salesman comes riding on the air
on tv screens flashing his fangs bare
there's an invisible chain tied to your brain
lord there is no love in this pain
time is the dying man on his death bed
no one ever heeded any word he said
he wondered why they never saw the sign
its who am i not where's mine ?
the age of the intelligent machine
the plastic spastic human bein
where even gods advertise on the tv screen
nothings been done but everything's been foreseen
and it doesn't look pretty my dear little brother
nothings ever gonna change cept the rotting weather
lets pack up our bags and make a run
run till we die in the heat of the sun
father they know not what they have done
everything's been lost and nothings been won
everyone stares vacant into the barrel of a gun
and that's why this world i carelessly shun
and that's why i run like the prodigal son

Aurora's Call

hark now my friends lets listen to the morn
as she calls to her children broken and torn
how brilliant your call that invades all
from roses and lilies to the creepy crawls
the eternal whore that sleeps with us all
her skin slithers through as the stars applaud
watch now her golden tresses dance
as Helios looks down in heavenly trance
she that wakes us to new romance
oh aurora your sight enchants
you the phoenix in every god and man
you that made every beginning began
you that inveigles the golden one
you that god with precision spun
forever he took to weave you so
but all i ask is for an hour more....

Hurry and Pee

Oh is there anything more that one can foresee
when one’s blinded by the urge to pee
no newton would have sat under a tree
if he badly wanted his liquids free
nor could’ve freddy sung so well
had he been haunted by these devious spells
and i heard that Shakespeare only lost his rhyme
when there was too much water in his intestine
tell me people of the days when we lost our mind
days when the toilet we could never find
and then the days of beer and wine
that gets you spilling from sunset to sunshine
oh my friends never do withheld
any friend or foe from a urinal
for is there anything more irate
than the urge to urinate......


(a tribute to ogden,
Thou shall never be forgotten)

Manipal Blues - Page 1

oh do remind me of those days
i had spent with friends in drunken haze
vile and senile pride in stride walk step hop through all divides
there was always pungent smoke sifting through the pungent doors
dismaying decaying burgers under them u.v lights
stoned on roads and hills and every broken night
watching the silver moon till the sun grows a spine
cryin and gruntin and pissin on wine
cigarettes and lost bets and stone cold beds
the train rides to the holy land
the beaches with the golden sand
and we'd climb up the hill with hoffman in hand
and let our wretched minds expand
dylan for breakfast lennon for lunch
and for dinner blind melon with rum and punch
then there was the blunder done
of having bad taste in women(god knows what i saw in that fair transparent one)
but that was all forgotten forgiven
when there was substance to abuse forbidden
from open bar to thalloors
escaping from the donts and do's
and drunken brawls come from drunken abuse
and the riding home like tipsy zeus
these were the days with the long haired men
when music would play for hours ten
these where the binges that made my pen
and then came the early morning marijuana zen
oh how easy was it to write then
oh how pleasing t'would have been to die then

Song For Today

The day is bright the time is right
Today I write without compromise
And for those who choose to fake their tastes
I would say please amend your ways
And to poets now who seldom rhyme
What you do is but a crime
Now to all those runnin the damn rat race
You’re running around an endless maze
And the government aint doin nothin
Keep making money out of air or summin
The atmosphere has had its share
Its packin up sayin good bye take care
The Muslims got bombs in their pockets
the Christians now murder through corporates
The Hindus have learned to kill too
And there’s no love lost between the palestines and the Jews

Democracy was a lie sold to you
And screw all of em commees too
Nothing in the news is ever true
and googles the new man with the noose
the new America continues to play god
Oh now it’s a black man to dictate us lets all applaud
Education today has gone to the dogs
It just keeps turnin fools into snobs
Music has but turned dismal
Its just noises and thumps that sound abysmal
Films are no longer food for thought
They could make Kurosawa rot
And if one must want to grab a bite
One must settle for some fast food gripe
Oh I wish now for a stage to say
Welcome to the 21st centuraaaaay
Where everything’s a lie
Where hope has finally come to die
Now if I could offer any advice
I’d say advertise advertise advertise

OH DADDY!

Daddy why was I stuck to thee
like skin to bone and bark to tree
Everytime I see u in my mirror
Theres only pain and awful terror
I still remember how your cane would flee
Through my torso and till my feet
I never knew then and I never know now
A reason for your insanity
a day later you’d come to me
with a smile and expect me to be in glee
And I stare into your face so pure now in honesty
of course he loves me that monster wasn’t he
And then there’d come a day
when I’d fail or err in some way
and this secret I’d never reveal
in fear of the monster you conceal
but somehow loose tongues would swagger
And the news would reach his anger
And out would come the beast
That made a liar out of me

ode for aashish

You walk into the room with yours eyes in scare
A watch the dead people in their dead chairs like decayed cupcakes
Rollin and crawling and laughing at nothing
They come over to you with their ticks and their hey’s
And you wonder why the exit seems so far away
No void to fall through no thought to escape to

Socializing the devil couldn’t take it
That’s why he left through the rear
Socializing Jesus couldn’t fake it
That’s why he gave up air

You observe the thickness in the stale cold air
These fools refrigerated breaths I must bear
Ignoramus nostradamus hippopotamus
All in pairs
Man why did I get the ticket I never paid the fare
I try and pay attention to the bleating of your throats
But how can sane men listen to words made from farts

Socializing the devil couldn’t take it
That’s why he left through the rear
Socializing Jesus couldn’t fake it
That’s why he gave up air
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What they call me

I’m the freewheeling jack
I’m what the whole world lacks
I’m the rebel who’s laid back
I’m the lap on which everyone sat
The prophets the thief’s the jokers the rats
I’m the poet drowned in a sack
I’m the singer that never sang
I’m the poison without the fang
I’m the lover that never loved
I’m the music that’s played too loud
I’m the boat that refused to float
I’m the key to the cosmic plot
I’m the millionaire who was always broke
I listened when the silence spoke
I’m the lie that’s worth living for
I’m the light that hid behind the door
I’m the wanted the needy the poor
I’m what turned a lady into a whore
I’m the plague that broke down the wall
I’m what walked before it could crawl
I am but nothing thus a bit of all
I am the pride that came before the fall
I’m the bowl in which Buddha spat
I’m the white in the eternal black
I’m the plastic Christ nailed to the plastic plaque
I’m the new age Kerouac
I’m the stone that went on a roll
I’m one who bargained for his soul
I’m what they call
A know it all

salt for me

in the sea this destitute finds solace,
behind crimson waves he hides his face,
watching dreams that matter from these mirages,
the hunter hunts and saves a smile for his prey,
he feel the resentful heat soothe his balmy skin,
as the liquid avalanches slowly roll in,
the salt settles its eye in the centre of his taste,
he ponders on about this esqusite charade before,
this calm is just another mask he realized,
as the storm beneath pulled him in...

To never kiss

pink horses in pairs of two,
sigh and quiver while the mind plays the fool,
the fools fiddle with reason while the mares writhe in need,
one for the other and the other for another,
cage the doubts and feed the fire,
close in and breath through each other,
hold the wet embrace and wait for her taste,
revelling in this gourmet of desire,
Alas the fools fought themsleves in dark corners,
while the mares sang to the wind promises of tomorrow...

oui monsieur

ATTENTION! Speaking strictly in french,
call me le blanc,
pour me some wine,
stuff me with cheese,
watch hairy armpits,
kiss me with tongue,
and a long tipped cigarette,
a drunken brawl,
some sordid tales,
and a coffee by the seine

the beat street and the beat boy

spittle of the silly sparrow splatters the slab,
in spaced out spasms on a speeding street,
stands a student studying stimulations,
and adamant admonitions of an unadressed apparition,
climbing his cliffs clad in his clothes of clever,
he advertises adulterated advices for the advent of future,
then into the insides of i he runs for insight,
introduced to the ingenious inadequencies in him,
he heaves for heaven and his healing light,
falling under the weight of his freudian follies,
he speeds the streets by the seat of his whimsies..

the walk down a roads name i forgot

there was music in my ears and strength in my stride,
i walked through the crowded street with no destination in mind,
my brazen black cap lay rested on my head,
my strange volatile clothes hung limp on my figure,
waking from oblivion i noticed the passerby's,
they looked at me with everything but a smile,
some laughed first and thus brought a dying smile,
sadly that was mockery impolitely not disguised,
some threw gaudy taunts and expressions senile,
some stared and wondered why and then just went on by,
i wonder what it was that they did see,
this embarassment of mine that hid from me,
soon in tears i stopped and cried,
and with quick wipes my eyes i dried,
in front of me stood a huge window (built to perfection)
in which i suddenly saw my own reflection,
and then i knew from where the whole thing came to be,
they all looked the same cept for me !!!

.............

As he sat in the railway compartment looking out at the demure world pass him by. his eyes searched the spaces and voids for a face to smile at. finding none he walked over to the edge and with the humid hot timid soft air running through his his wispy hair and his dark crispy skin. he aimlessly lit a cigarette and aimlessly stared ahead. he takes a long deep drag and aimlessly smiles.

...........

HELLO

Farther away as i travel from the footsteps i last tread
I look back and miss the people i were every second before
then i stare at the mirror hanging limp on the wall
and see the stranger i have to learn to love
only to be snatched away by the tides of change
ripped from heart to be replaced by another
another stranger