a blank’s fill'

The silence mulled a life in it’s return,

Of d small’s world and of having seen it burn.

Charred when the reality douses,

Robbed-the trickster grin, a hollowed gleam.

Serious a shade, lucky for my world’s abate,

In maims of gust, another life’s tucked..

What goes in the head, whence he frisks & you he raids?

In the pain of you, the pleasure he gets?

Realms of horror, making hours of tale..

The right’s wronged but the God’s are long dead!

The beloved of one’s, bolstered away..

The love of another, ploughed to death.

One had it all and the delusions in his head!

For one the power of taking it all.

Instead I sleep, rest my toe if they ever had to bail..

Luck's for billions, in countless grunts of the dead.

Bloodhound

In a leashed tight, a strife;

Ganged where the snarls, plays & with it my fight,

The world’s reflection steeled in a listless gaze..

Disputes if the purpose ever had a life.

Kept for my strides are long ,

Senses sharp & the animism strong.

In my loyal daze, thought I ‘ld be free..

Of an endless chase & a collar’s crease.

For each hunt should be my last,

The sounds of gun & the pounds of hoof..

Loose it & run when I can to the outstretched woods,

Why instead I chase a prey with vigor anew?

Why waifs my life with the same plight?

When the pleads pray mercy, impulses croon.

Raison d'être, a piece of meat & for a pat or two?

To the vastness of world, my ranch I choose,

To live a little, another hunt & in it my freedom.

Decoded Whim.

Haunted, bantered, withered..
Seeking a gun & a helping hand for trigger.
Greased, smeared, mocked perennial..
Seeking a light for this abysmal tunnel.
Liked, loved, cared like no other..
Seeking an angst, a destroyer & his pleasure.


True where each revenant in a world is,
Lingual, not where a soul speaks.
colors red, green; each painted pain where is,
seas where have a life unseen..
serenades the sun, skips where no evening,
Seeking a world for this pariah's footprint.


A limn tickle, blimey where be evenings,
Seeking a tree-house to house this spring.
In eyes of each battling, renounced for my being,
Seeking an eye to see me in its blink.
aah' altruist, not caring an inch,
Seeking a god to take away his blessing.

Raison d'être

It’s a hearted tale of years long yore..

When the couches sang & smelled in thoughts of your;

Of a lady & in her un-relinquishing smile..  

A beat would croon and gyrate me where-I’d never know!  

Shouldered like a crippled, in the walk of its pleasure,  

Every daze, every rayed beat was where a cradle..  

The sigh of a sleeping soul, the metamorphic her dreams like made in gold,  

In superman my vigil, the only life was my for her to skittle.    

Where each song had a reason, in the grooves & its treason..  

I have been captive since, in the requiem of then a vision.  

Dusted an old cedar, the love still where grows .. 

'Love me like a cheap wine, uncork me & and then throw..' 

Trifles of bespectacled, in bouts of lousy few visions,  

'Your talk & smile, still haunt of never having gone'.

  

In sketched a paint, in the darkened a rain, 

Misplaced where a trust, the corpse & the drug. 

Kisses bound in the perfect touch, pressed noses & dreamy twirls, 

In the known & in its passage, wherever it had to go.. 

Maybe a smile would seep, parade out while you dream tonight,  

Wheeze a light year atop its broom, find a house & drop in besides, 

Ring me to the chimes, I will at least sleep in your thoughts nice. 

Pray me, revel for me a sight- the kill or at least a benignly life ! !

Portfire sleep & a wake'

Shadow shrouds a glaze,

It’s a bright sunny day, in my dream it rains,

Effeminates, drowns in then drains.

Fit in pieces or break their realm,

The scattered sands, here welsh on the bade.

Freeze a night unlike its soul,

The touch of dark, cold are the stars,

Mottles of white, each neglects with benign.

So, lay a smile..steal them of a counted life, comes a dream:

Of a rant less abode, rocked atop a river,

While I gaze the leave, why do I shiver?

Embrace the lonely, embarrass would the love be?

Enchant the story, lessons would the life see?

In turn of events, would I loose or make a stand?

The life I see in, a mirage or a loose end?

Very few have seen the blood, spewed dark but not its cut,

Instilled a life, that can not the future see..

Pons asinorum of passersby & in my fight,

Alays a reality of a world that will & with you end.

Hear-Hear

Sailed & at the helm I lose my walk, 
werewolvesque atrocious demons stalk
Means of the world, makes no sense at all, 
muckamuck the grey strands do mock. 
Marauds an uncouthly past, 
dark its clan of colors & nights - loud 
The accordion bleeds a waft, 
a sane sings out aloud..bow bastard & I’ll applaud! 

If ever a myth could talk, cross my legs, sit. 
I’ld pay to see a shaman’s altruist a vision..

The nefarious, ghosts & a world of having lived, 
Let them build, stitch to rip, unearth life’s mystique.. 
'On the gliding through breeze, 
ataraxy breached by evil intentions, 
The veneer of joy.. 
& of being a peccant in midst of celebrations. 
Scares & creeps their existence; only if they could reason.
Does it pain- the angst or in joy they croon;
or could their heart ever like before weep?'

(A dead man's unfilled wishes are just devoice.)

Footprints in dry land

Skies fall in chunks & in few,

The love is smaller in lived off through..

In here’s the world growing smaller,

Back & in forth, off toppled & in flow..

Frisks a life of smiling through,

off marauding a past & scraping through you.

why live a tale of heralding another abysmal view?

Jinxed a past & in fit off the flew..

I grew a horn & bled for what was you!

A hurt, a love..felo de se-few cuts,

Gyrated in dust, the wind stood the stormed dust,

What became & what belittled the worships of a skew,

another tatter, another hurt that he’d garrison off you?

It was yours the universe, the love’s only view..

the smile, the flood, the lively & the dud..

in a smile, few trickles of a beguile,

Treachery of distant a light amidst sinister a night..

stranded remained leveled where fingered a print,

the life was weaved in whispers you spoke to me..

& I’d fly..the buttoned breath off your shirt’s life,

the smile still remains elusive in this rummaged me!!

Flash flood & my rivulet'

Night’s young & so are you my lady smile..

The days been turned, abysmal in a sigh tonight.

(Engulfs a sound that I’ve hated all life)

My heart’s thrown and all for squashed on a pave way,

In a night that would frisk away, the life I had & would never stay.

Vamoose, heralds my raised eyebrow,

This life is not for you to know.

Memories frisked to a door, the streets I ever did get to know,

Tears & a dark retains your smile..

My home is all that stays tonight, dark as it can get..

Returns a dark sight, silhouette dark amidst the smiles.

Frisked the life that the realm has ever seen in me,

Pigeon to a silent kill, dark as it would have to be.

I have a vision, had by one too many my lady I've never been,

Let some play, some with not you stay,

Near & so near, let their march stray..

In a dark trench & in a viewed from grave..

Free lived a man to tell a tale..in spurts of neigh & wail’

Word salad filleth crumpled a sheet'

Dare to dream, free seems the girded where sleep,

Look out a window sill, lights tip & tease ..

Out stretches the hands & where the fingertips,

Mockery of nights cajole me hence to sleep.

High & higher still, the chronicles here stay & weep,

Strange hurt, strings of wronged here the hurt..

Often shrouds the feeling-wronged at times, in angst & their bleed,

The scars stay & lightens the sparks a guilt of fire..

Blown but stays the life blinded in the seen,

Sonorous nights & the fine their weaved in treachery,

Brio burns a deepened seed, never lonely seems hell’s mystique,

Sophist & in injects of its wisdom, life connects dots..

Hallelujah & the crap the world always believes,

The crumpled sheet sees dumped another window sill!

Mirage

Kiss & the breath she exhaled..

In the mortal gaze, drunk became his blood cells,

So began a tale, tempted in the illustrious of a temptress,

In fills of divine, the lives that’d be saved..alas it was my!

The sun beats of smile, the silence that split a cry..

Tempered in the cob-webbed, in beguiles of a life..

A wanderer’s mooch lead to lips,

In my parable, the mirage was met with closed eyes.

Unlike the morning hue, the haste remained,

Like a puppet, every string had me carried away,

A verse stilted, the ink rang of speeches..

Blue became dark cement, the unseen brimmed of life,

The wake tush by a bell, the nonchalance retourné

Broach her quaver lips, my mirage had me for life.

minutia of a fall'

The river that turns, touches & in it us hurls,

A black is the dust, abyss that’s dusk.

The man that’s the prison, the sentence he serves,

Emotions and the siren’s they with change,

A life that has been true, now no longer remains,

In plea of sanity, in the plummets of a sane!

The hounds and the howls, the lost and the ghoul,

In waged a war, the heroes were never found,

The treasured a cut, the muted their blood.

Wit sprinkled a hat, the head lost in a girls rack,

In stories that float the reverie of a Soothsayer,

Frisks of touch and the lasting that remains,

In plea of sanity, in the plummets of a sane!

Wiccan and in the light of that smile,

My trouble manifested their after-life.

A savant’s rant & the grimaces, its lament,

Queasy this wearied everybody’s life..

Crumbles the wall, numbered their fall,

Even the cursed have lived where it all,

In plea of sanity, in the plummets of a sane!

Grazed bullets

Aura invincible, another is today’s realm,
Scares the times that won’t visit again..
In & out, the courage & the sweat’s play,
Years spent, scared of seconds today they..

(Time will heed miracles, the seedbed’s planted)

Mawkish the feeling of I, trite here the tides,
Whimpers a life, steps in & outside
Stay in hindsight & amidst the lessons defied,
Arrogance was me, the untouched growing stronger.
Frisks where courage in sounds of gold footsteps,
New in colours, new would be the ghosts under then my bed,
Insignia of stellar spangled whence valiant a glory,
Would I celebrate the once had of my irate?

Reach & touch the corner’s that I may..
A world shaped in grazed bullets, tomorrow be safe’

not you again'

The tenth of a crux, a lived in-a hurt

Dies tonight the applause, smiles'r lost in spotlight.

A posse ad esse, the lonely walk back home,

Passing signboards & the words they bore.

Crisp grim & no face to fill with joy..

Neanderthal man & his pockets within,

In the sharked of just another dream,

His evolution was doomed for extinct.

Tethered comes a bus-dangled as last was seen..

Few are passersby & scrupulous are their smile,

A chime hangs inside & conks it for devils outside,

Rulers are meek, in the kingdom of night.

Lifeless the streets, spasmodic lights come & leave,

Regardant I am blinded, here in a street all too familiar..

Strange as it was first, bubble my sights-balooney, they fly

In nowhere & a voyage, a dead man’s carriage passes unseen!

Ballad of compassed a south’

Wallop in nights, the fade off in their passing blue..

The dearth of sleep & the feigned of a voice near.

A deserted blink in sleep’s tranquil,

I lift my eyelids, wage their heaviness oh’ so near!

Freebie my crisp bright..a cloud’s smear,

Ta-da-la-ties & noose they weave in tight..

Blinded in lurk, the afraid in eyes that sees only me.

A laugh of gush, the puff of that taunt-breathed an air,

Plaudits of a groove that sinks a sunrise in beneath,

In drenched coats & dripping my memories..

Soot a color too leaves, but the heart retains your beats,

But the tunes are let waft, sick of loose ties..

Mandate of love I now have an alibi..

You are gone, burnt is my harbinger of lived a life,

Morbid the ties..sulks of a have had, what am I?

Unmitigated my tangles, the south I see is my lifeline!

Broke king & a hackneyed prince..

Lurks beneath..monsters & foul they breathe,
Unseen, for the world- all mine to keep.
Some have wings..few with silly a grin,
Play hide & seek, scare me but they no more..
Scalded in canvas..in paints and by cold nights,
hurts my clasps of privy a dream clung close.
With regal scales, the brave they fight is etched in memory..
perturbs & in silly few colors, the laugh is..
entice in whispers, frail the heartbeat in pique’s..
Photo arcades and in reality’s decoy..
Ahoy, the king & his hackneyed prince!

A poison’s draught..

Seamless the magic robe she veils,

High above the sky, my wings are her sight.

A beating heart’s blip a bloop,

Disarmed so easy in a wave of smiles..

As she sleeps, the world is her dreams,

A silent imprint, she’s the stranger I miss.

Take a swig, drag her all I can,

The tidal wave be she & I her swept..

Herald me a life or now choose to take it away,

Make me a flying carpet, drive me at breakneck!

"But then my darling, I am the love you chose to give away"

Undead & their Hymns'

I found God, the hands touched & he had a soul

Half-wit, half scorned his glow..

(Shrugged the dirt off ..& lighted a smoke)

He could try set ablaze d wind I adored,

Dirty a player, his tricks always have to score.

So, haunts his hounds..sees for him,

And the defiance is dealt with in smacks of whim!

This chap had to me, but just spoke.

He was a thief battered by a crowds stick,

a life saved in skids of a car's screech,

a shrapnel that chose to be a wound,

a drowned & his breath new found,

a crutch or the grace of a life’s new sheen.

He says not word one, dabs of moist not his blinks,

So sympathies are not his hood..baulked at now my prayers.

His disciples the kind I to bow,

But to you, I am a world unbent-an earthbound!

Truce of Epithet’s

Pit-a-pat, a tiny & blur her brains that I’d want to knuckle at..
The world she sees in me- a misery & in surreal that she reels in,
It’s no longer the same, an outline that I wake up of me against,
Never apt at keeping a scarlet, the blood I gush in her against!

Archipelago, the real world & I the current that carries some sands,
Yearns a kite like a gush of stray a wind that stinkers.
The hunted a life, the worlds pleasures much marooned than golden some sands,
It’s been waged, the battles..the life’s been saved, in few trifles..
The hurt of new a battered an eyelid-the hurt of that new sun’s stand,
But I am a bewitcher, kurbash as silent in the hands of a whipper!

The hope will take a place of better a new tomorrow,
The world is astray of life bitter sweet & so sorrow.
Help a world that you see me in cajoled, see the eyes that had me hold,
It’s all I see in hate, the sights of trains passing through frail a gate!

Two Scars maketh a cross'

Leaps & jumps of faith..I travel to skies unforeseen,
Shattered the ground, to plummet was a choice lucky.
No longer the same careless brave I leave,
All’s now uncertain lessons of a ghost town..
Can I afford ever to be seen?

Stark without a shroud naked,
Dark clouds hurriedly cover my modesty.
Hear-hear, ye say..
Fuck off..The breath, the sight is as silent as I.

Gypsy & the wicked crystal ball,
Savant’s savate, I am what I ever want to be!
Let the scars envision a cross..
Cosmic tales be true, & I a blasphemy!

White tee & a torn jeans'

Hell-speaks a voice lost, confined in realms of past,
In grievance I wear white at last.
A ride & a thought, indifferent today to sun-beats..
Not mine-the gravel ground, nor the lies that the world sees.
To celebrate the tatters, rugged is my faded blue jeans.

'It’s raining somewhere, a frail sprout’s first..
The brusque breeze frisks where a routine path,
Scoffed today will it by a bird’s newborn.
White the skies, grazes my eyes & turns green.
(Another moment that lingers before being passé)
A knee-jerk, a twirl of wrist, down comes my iridium screen,
A gush of that wind, headlong the will becomes grit..
Thumb beats & in time’s clicks,
Over here in finished a life’s one dream,
A roar & blurred wind-screen..
Archives of mine are lost in adrenaline'

Dree- sleep’s hide & seek!

A night like another, a night like no other,
Allayed are fears now, the times have changed,
Lonely as an afternoon breeze..
The chalice’s empty & the charades have departed,
The belief with it has too.!
The clock in my room & the door mat outside,
Sport a gloom..the moonbeam’s glow is all gone too.
I wish I was not a second late, my death..
I wish I was crowded more in the reasons, a greasy/greedy spoon!
Free will-like a swim for a trinket sunk beneath,
Strumming a music, a beat somewhere rings..
Panacea it soothes, at time’s questions,
Laded imaginations, even the sheep tonight have wings..

Haircuts & new Heads’

It’s been ages, no story has ever caught hold..
The tales of barbers swooshing through black-thin or bold.
I have been scared of them, the whodunits impecunious souls,
From the times of Mahabharata in a Sunday household.
I grew them once-and grew them again..& they would wait..
hands laded with scissors, blade, smirks & combs..oh’ they would!
strapped inside a sheet filthy old, filled in rage..bereaved in the lost,
I could no longer be a world..I was passé but there were other stars to emulate,
No longer my change..I was taught to imitate!
The people & their chairs would trade place, but the places were all the same,
Tap to a tune on a broken radio, hum to their snarly dreamy time..
At least I could leave & unlike electricity that would not come again!

Of paints & brush’

‘Snare drums..the world too here rolls,
a tryst of green in the waged battle of browns.’

I am a love, a painter’s troll,
Canvassed in hurt-gazes, years & dusts..
..A smile, a blood, a sunken trust!
Brushed & touched, wafted in a hazed lust,
The valued-a depict, labeled as mantle piece,
In hung world of mine-a child’s impudence,
A tale I lived, now weaved & as an amusement!














‘The Jezebel –a tidal stray sea,
of cradled boats & a survival tale’

Impression of once, captive forever..
The world I saw-the life I lost.
Realm of flaws in sights of buffoons..
My talks & snarls-colors & in it are maim,
Cared for as sloven, the painted requiem’

Familiar ol’ sage

The home is the end,
& I’ve been told of a sight similar,
In greens & lushes of familiar smell,
I live & I simmer...
The frail are new & are now the sprouts,
The hurt flutter’s a sound & so does the waged bout.
I wriggled out of a world I knew of once,
The sounds & its tinkers still spells me bound...
Lead me astray, the deeds,
History & in its boring tales,
The real page turner was the last gyrate...
Over & again in a beginning,
The hurt of a moment that had me changed,
Still plays-acts along like a child...
Given up-the long lost pieces & haunts its pomp’s,
Aha! Here is where I skipped a tale & a narrate..
Was I then dead! The pain in me has me still around!

Lost & Found'

Quit a mortal ground, in my latest strands of whimpered a life,
The hays greener here somewhere & in still around..
Dead’s been revisiting-love & life of a has been,
Hold ,me thrill me-love me, like a faced not before dead!
Same the world’s, same love- same plays of age,
Try me-test me-lean on me..the world’s still the less a brutal..
All with me..play on along-take a ride & ask in it a part for me,
Stammer a world’s-of long lost & found,
In memories of hurt, a tale of years borne & gone..
The life of seclude & in thorn of blooded hurt -a thing,
The whimper & in tale’s of you lost & found’

Atlantis; sunk here's a paradise'

Surrounded in rising of a sea’s shore,
Lying-in being washed & carried insecure,
conk & await I of a breath long gone,
Washed long adrift & away, in my gore is a hurt..
The world’s turned back & walls it built are here long gone,
The depth at it’s rained confines, is used to my kind,
Burns first the last of a smile –in maelstrom I am alive,
Will I be a concoct, a story that is heard only in precludes of hurt?
Strum me a last-the sea-shells & in voices that last,
Words that fit in my vested heart!

(anon..blasphemy of mermaids & angel)

‘Slapstick feet’

Scratched & in wraith,tattered here my rags,
Adroit alas for once in life..
The wails here are in walls confined.
I chalk a life in trips off the seen,
The changes I lived & from a ruse for blind’s..
It’s blazing suns-a tales been told,
I am caught in a hunger-famished my soul,
Delirious tales & a sojourn life,
Outlast a run the other to each’s night..
A rain was nice & a wait too..
Transpired in time’s a gamut grew,
In slapstick tale’s & it’s resects,
Of my walk & your feeble steps’

Was & in had-of my poltergeist’

Cold hurts..& the one’s that didn’t,
Grilled in captive I’m by it’s time’s..
Rotate where & burns..my sun’s light & in it’s sprinkle,
Tinkers the sounds of summer,
Evened in hurt a knowing-of being alright,
Lurk’s a hurt of a time when rift it came to life.
Little straights of road, the hunting grounds,
The rest are ‘spersed with pieces of my,
Bottled like a wine, know me by a smile I bring high,
Stop in my dark-the world be a treason & I a righteous knight’