Tag Archives: metaphysical

Not a Question

She shows her self                                    To those who will listen

She talks                                                       To those who will see

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Lost and Found

 

As God puts on new shoes and

Wets the clouds between stations,

Taps my shoulder, does grey laces

I count lost property

Along a neverending road:

I lost that diary

I lost count

I lost touch.

Now, miles away from miles high

As God puts on new shoes

I count rocks and tap my sandals,

tapping the rhythm of no sound at all.

 

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Silver bullet

 

My friend saw a silver bullet,

tiny

fall from my skirt

and bounce,

twice

and disappear.

It never even tore me apart.

 

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Rejoice!

Rejoice!

all of you

on the fringe of thought

you’re the skin of the bubble

about to burst

so rejoice!

all of you labelled mad

by the ‘sane’ ones

there is sanity

and insanity

finity

and infinity…

rejoice.

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You and I

heart fluttering

racing bubbles

up

naked tongues

in the mood

sweet, not crude

crumbling fractures one by one

 

liquid steaming

blowing bubbles

up

corners none

picking petals one by one

 

mouth watering

touching bubbles

up

creamy clouds

in the nude

sweet, not rude

breathing heavens one by one

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Without Armour

A tin soldier lies in my bed, the last man standing

On a crusade; Denying flesh and blood,

But if f I am white then he is red.

I throw down-duvet over, not to divide,

I creep under as well, it is a cold night and

The boiler is bust but we are two.

Muscles are what he claims to be,

Well, at least it is better than steel

And I still drink that smell of sweat.

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A Pagoda on outer love street

No prayers just womb,
rhythm and truth
unsweetened
alive on the unmade bed

No corners
no speakers
time is an oval
our bodies, the harps,
existing in trinity with the eternal

round pagoda

No padding
no typing
just drums
and nipples and fleshy
thorn-less desert plants

and flesh
and seeds
carried by mind
and wind
through a chink

in eternally round pagoda

Separate flesh from bone
lick your greasy fingers
explore the regions of my skull
stumble into remote
Territory
and nowhere you will find
the burning flaming mountain

Excavate my chest
and fall down in incompleteness
carved in cotton
made of memory
and wondrous astonishment
and not much else
but you will find
Love

In all its forms
and with all its
accompanying pleasures, complications,
ecstasies and frustrations,
glories and disappointments

True love, infatuation, lust,
Lost love, jealousy, enduring love… Love
The Sun Shouts

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Do it

Re-fined re-signed re-designed
formation phalanx drag
another stick to the forte,
fornicate
and drown in formic acid

See streets
see aunts (convoys)
and ants that forsake forests

Heavens turn red
in anger
or alit with our forte
Litmus is proof

Hypnotic rain polluted clouds
move away too
towards
evening light enshrined

Re-fined re-signed re-designed
formation phalanx puncture
another swelling cyst,
they think,
rarely,really, but
congratulate themselves,
subtle as packaged milk

Hear cavity
see clang
smell freshwater fish
without a wrinkled nose

Be smooth
make sense
be honest
be dense

Heavens turn red
with love
and alit with our forte

Litmus is proof:
Outside the brackets
life is

Aflame
afloat in a thimble
in afterglow
– ashore
examine the tissue
of a living body
bisected, buried

Undig me
unpick me
take me home

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