Freedom…

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Stuck stuck stuck…. ‘Til its ugly end!
Roll over or bend…. Mend and rend
The bare flesh of man.

Unholy sighting…. The caw-caws then
Wending through the glen
Slave for that span.

A hole in the ground… Make it deep
To lay the dead…. To bury asleep
Least to do, to dignify the clan.

Shreds of humanity explode, rain
With blood, gore and the bygone chains.
Born caged, freed in death!

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A Knot In Space-time…

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A knot in space-time takes away my skill to rhyme
A scribe or a story-teller, no more words to bind.
They say I have BPD – Borderline Personality Disorder
I think that’s only one more excuse to misbehaviour.
My mind’s in twine – One agrees with the BPD diagnosis.
The other says it’s a recipe to invite numbness, paralysis.
Paralysis of mind – for what else could it be?
Me having no control over my moods and reactions –
Is something I believe in not.
Surfed the net and read the literature – causes of no pleasure.
Am I destined to always be of two minds
Or will I ever make up with one of them?
Prose or poem, it doesn’t matter
So long I have a pill or two to take.
Have to make up with one of my minds – darker or lighter
What does it really matter?
Stuck in a vicious circle of thorns
Fugue. mindlessness, misery – borne.
I go now to pop some pills
Bye or ciao, will see you tomorrow.

A Rage…

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I have held the raging beast,
With its horns,
My arms aflame,
With raging agony.

Just hold on for a moment awhile,
I smell the victory,
With the rising sun,
In all its glory.

Arms blooded,
The task herculean,
Muscles torn,
Misery yet unborn.

The wispy promise of victory yet,
The drunk revelry of success.
Against all odds,
Life flourishes.

I throw all my rage and emotion,
Hideous beast my soul’s creation.
Beloved, deadly – a dangerous combination.
A beauty, a siren, a nymph, a tease.

Lost…

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Lost am I
Someone please show me the way
Through the mazes of my mind
Guide me through the fire lights.

What I do
Insignificant things
Plans of grandeur
To dust they fall.

So much rage, so much pain
I cry deep tears – a rain
My brain’s a mush, Pill popping a game
Memory’s no use – it’s down the drain

Whirlpool…

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Lost in a whirlpool am I,
Sometimes I surface,
As the white foam,
Substanceless, faceless
In the sunshine, I dry away.
Rest I rest at the bottom,
In form of the vortex,
That lies underneath,
Belying the truth,
Trapping the unwary.
Beware beware,
Always everywhere,
All that glitters is not gold,
Calm on the surface,
Hidden currents beneath.
Once you are caught,
Only death is your escape,
While alive it is a herculean task.
So what is it you are –
A carcass of blood and bones
Or a mighty warrior of past?

In the Night-time…

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Sorry!
Such an easy word.
Then why can’t I say it to myself?
Why can’t I forgive?
 
All the misdeeds of years bygone;
Come crowding in my mind.
I flounder betimes; drown betimes;
In the flotsam and jetsam of the time.
 
I choose the logical way,
None of the emotional crap for me.
And still I can’t see no escape
Or the smallest hole to creep.
 
Sleep, sleep little bird,
Tarry a bit by my  bedside.
You’ll find new vistas in your dreams,
Happiness to come, stories to weave,
Hurry, hurry little bird,
So much left to do by night time.
 
In the darkest of the hours,
Slumber sweetly in my arms
No shadow shall befall you.
No troubled heart, just ease at last.
Green and light and sweet countryside
To touch your dreams and ease your soul.

Tears…

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So many tears,
Still inside me
Come out, come out,
Don’t play hide and seek.
Beneficial to none
You or me.
 
Come down as if,
Torrents of rain.
Or the colourful condensations
On my windowpane.
 
Come down as the gushing spring,
Running against the passage of time.
Beautiful teardrops of glass or diamonds,
In my eyes – sparkle and chime.
 
Gather against the little eyefolds,
Overwhelm them with sheer magnitude.
Then roll down peacefully down the cheeks,
On my breast they stumble and sleep.