Wednesday, March 31, 2010

The Poem of Life

the red signal
of life stops
fuck the cops
beg run beg
life a miserable
tear drop
the only pearl
you wont find
at a jewelry shop
shooting
through
an aperture
of pain
Fuck F stops

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Jesus Watches

Jesus watches from a corner in shame
much did he try to raise womanhood
on a pedestal
the lot of the suffering woman
remains the same
woman in a mans world is game
robbed of her treasury of innocence
a fallen woman she became
they her own children
of her loins wound
brutalize and maim
disown her
adding her to ill fame
remember her as fleeting thought
on womans day as a Mother
all in name
throw her in the dungeons
of an old womans home
when she becomes an old dame
the mound of her memories
ashes to ashes dust to dust
the worms her flesh and her soul
will reclaim
mother wife sister
a beast of burden to proclaim


to eriic parker,

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Gmail Killed Him

the post box
old memories
sweet memories
love letters
chain mail
a future
very grim
dead dead dying
gmail
killed him
his soul empty
once was
filled to the brim
letters to Kim
from Judy John and Jim
a red letter box
bitter sweet notes
to skim
drowned
as in changing times
in a cybernetic world
he did not
learn to swim

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Little Blind Boy of Bandra

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Two Bare Backs

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Go Away Black Boy

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The Whites and The Blacks

the haves
the havenots
back to back
silence
on the soul
of a street drama
as sound track
a picture
that could
hve been shot
more effectively
by glenn losack
my guru my mentor
to mother india
one day
will come back
for his lady love
buy some
turquoise
some Indian
artifacts
knickknacks
the American Jew
a shia pandit
beyond all
racist attacks
a nikon d 90
for marrziya
he will unpack

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