Thursday, October 14, 2004

In his image

There she lay
Light bouncing off her
She glows as he casts a glance
Dusky brown dreams unfold

It was as nature meant it to be
She gives he takes
He yearns
She yields

He coerces
She succumbs
He wants to delve deep
She bares and he explores

He digs deeper
She lays still
Sweating bodies
Foundations build

From her womb
The future arose
In his image
The building stands still

There is something about the construction zone that draws our minds to it. Nobody passes it unnoticed.
We see it grow from dirt to a spectacular structure of solidarity. Could it be the adulation of raising a child that we see in it? Or the awe of the metal giants, standing tall and hurling objects in the air. Do the cranes symbolize height and power?
It may be the earth’s womb being dug up and laid barren. It maybe the risk of a deep plunge the tiny man working on the eighteenth floor braves. It maybe the power man has over the cold steel mechanical giants that obey him at the push of a button. It maybe the primal appeal of labor, sweat and toil that the workers endure to fulfill this dream… united for a cause.
He came, he saw, he conquered. Then there arose formations of clay….in his image.

Bloodshed for life

Crouched in the fetal position
She endures bleeding pains
She bears the sacred curse
Of a womb that life ordains


Born out of pain
Of my mother divine
Joy in her eyes
But tears in mine

My first emotion
Was a woeful cry
Birth of a mourner
Adorning a bloody dye

In a world of mourners
Life vibrant permeates
Mourning nonexistence
Such illusions I create

With you

My leg snakes around yours
And our bodies entwine
Like a cold drenched puppy
To your warmth I resign

Refuge I find
In a moment sublime
A glimpse of myself
Certain stillness of time

Building sand castles
With an ocean for a pool
Reminiscing our future
Away from the gruel

An explosion of color
Pink vermillion bright
Twilight sky blushes
As day melts into night

Blushing the twilight sky
Pulls a star studded veil
We return home again
Leaving a sandy trail

Empty spaces

Waking up again
To a morning grey
Shutting your eyes
Banishing the world away

You whined, you bitched
You rebelled for change
Then you gave up
And joined the charade

Stumbling home
After the masquerade
Filling empty spaces
With an ink of jade

Would it matter
If you stayed in bed
Would they miss you
While you play dead

The dreams you dreamt
Before you bailed
Salvaging your futility
By saving a whale

Hopeless eyes wondering
What went wrong
Embracing oblivion
Drifting along

Saturday, October 09, 2004

Brain damage

In a million pieces my brain exploded
Defying laws of gravity I floated
Sick and tired of this disconnection
My face flooded in a vacant expression

This strange dichotomy I exhibit
At the surface I look quite placid
But underneath corrodes my mind
Crushed under the banal grind

Stop inflicting incessant brain damage
In your pompous alien language
On your perspective I don’t rely
I have my own to gratify

Chained, locked up or in a handcuff
The walls aren’t tall enough
Unperturbed by your mindless chide
I dream with my eyes open wide

The class prepares to be brainwashed
As the verbatim harangue is lashed
In a quiet corner with an attentive pretense
My mind takes a leave of absence

Wednesday, August 04, 2004

The dance of the bee, the scent of a rose

A bee dancing with splendor
Enchanting the rose to surrender
Dizzying fragrance, the bee drowns in
Settling on the velvet petal skin

Feeling the ecstasy of the red rose
The bee is now ever so close
Red rose blushing like a virgin
Dew drops like sweat on the velvet skin

Rose now swaying in a slow motion
Bee now drunk on the sweet potion
Nay can’t be nectar nor it be wine
Was there elixir that feels so fine?

Drunk, dizzy in a happy stupor the bee floats away
The rose opens its petals glowing lovelier today

The predator

Wrapped in silence
The forest looks still
Do not be fooled
Life lurks within

Everything that lives in it
Is a predator or a prey
Be the sly agile hunter
And you live another day

Eat or be eaten
The laws here say
Bloodshed isn’t uncommon
A small price to pay

Ravish the warm blood
Success has a sweet taste
No ethics or guilt here
It’s your survival at stake

So sharpen your senses
And live for the day
Have no regrets
Slay or be slayed.

Little blob blue

A blue blob
Wandering away
Billions thrive
Night and day

A vantage point
A paradise blue
A mesh of life
A home for you

Covered in miasma
Black and gray
Choking away

Hatred sprouts
War cries sound
Once a restful cradle
Now a burial ground

Garage sale in an emotional junkyard

It may look a little old and pale
Antique memoirs are on sale
A basketful of paper hearts
Riddled by stupid Cupid’s darts

A bottle of tears cried at night
Poisonous words full of spite
Promises made with ignorant haste
Letters smothered in emotional waste

A gaze colder than the North Pole
A broken heart and a tattered soul
Torn photos and broken frames
Vicious lies and cruel mind games

In the hope that I may need it someday
I saved the clutter that I clear today
Hogging space and gathering grime
It all needles my harrowed mind

Take it all and go away
Take all the feelings blue and gray
Scatter it to the wind on a mountain high
Make me lighter as I prepare to fly