Floating On Ink

| Posted in , , , , | Posted on 11:49 PM

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Where are you, savant - oh learned one?
Where to did your shadow scurry?
A sapient you were,
Are you still? 
Did you reach the shore?
Why, I've been left at the sea.


The raft broke as you left,
And the logs untied, one by one
Until a few were left underneath me.
But they too swam away, with gentle poise.
I grabbed one; stuck to it like glue.


Then the water did us apart...
And since I've been floating, 
Floating on ink;
There is nothing inside of me anymore.
The logs on which I rested, they shrunk;
The oars rest at the bottom of the sea.
And yet, I swim.


I should've trusted you, held your hand 
When you said you would ferry me 
To the other side...
But now you're gone and I'm still floating,
Floating on ink.


What did I do to deserve this?
These waters, they move but are stagnant;
They rock, they sway,
But the shore still remains much far away.
What did I do to deserve these meaningless waters?


The logs start sinking,
Slowly, passively;
As if at the end of the sea,
A different life awaits them.
I see your face too, ye old sage;
You wave to me as you disappear with them.


And as I scour the horizon,
I fail to find any;
There is no shore at sight,
The dark blue waters stretch indefinitely.


And what am I to do in these dark blue waters?
I shuffle my hands, paddle.


And I wonder what lies there, 
On the shore?
What lies at the bottom of sea?




X-x-X

There Was A Bird

| Posted in , | Posted on 10:59 PM

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There was a bird, I saw
On the windowsill the other day.
It was blue, I remember, the lightest possible shade;
Its beak black as night, and eyes full, righteous and unbiased.
A darker hue ran along the girth of its small back,
Wide at first, then at the tail collapsing;
Its feathers were wet from the rain outside.

Dreamily I looked on,
At its silvery silhouette, its petite largeness
Its clear, cloudy eyes.

For a second, it stood still
Then the next it shook, with graceful vigour,
And little droplets of water fell on the pale marble floor.

It looked staight into my eyes a moment after,
With its eyes full, righteous and unbiased.
And then swiftly off the windowsill, it flew away.

And I watched it fly away, from the corner of my eye.
I saw its lustrous wings in flight;
Its silver silhouette as it became obsolete,
Wondering where it went.

And in a while, came another bird,
It too sat down on the windowsill.

And Dreamily, I looked on,
At the edge of its beak sharp as a knife,
Its solemn eyes dotted with yellow;
The magnificent red on its feathers fondling with a gravely back.

X-x-X

Fugue

| Posted in , , , , , , , | Posted on 10:26 PM

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Let's not hold on to ourselves.

Let's break away and taste the sun with our bare hands;
Break free of each other and flash a smile to Death as it passes by.

Let's live and regret, and cry.
If stars die, why shouldn't we?
The stars that dot the evening clouds on the periphery,
Like pearly white earrings -
If they too dwarf into oblivion,
Why do we have to stay?

Let's not live to see another moment;
Breathe to take another breath.

In the lightest hues of blue, red and green,
Let's become one with the stars.

Under the segueing skies, let's fade away.



X-x-X

We've Only Just Begun

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We've only just begun;
A prelude to the morning sun,
And we will end before the break of day.


But oh - why so soon?


We've only just begun;
The fumbling steps of a child,
And still, we will end before we run.


But oh - why so soon?

We walked with bashful steps,
The pointless meanders, to contented hearts.
Together, we saw the day break.

Entwined between the gaps of our fingers,
Slipped away the sands of time -
Together, we swung close; swum afar.

And you stayed,
Till the primroses grew and the violins played,
And the hourglass had to turn.


And you had to leave, you said
Without reason; I nodded my head
And watched you disappear from my sight,
Your shadow looming over my head.


And as you walked, you turned, 
Just once.


But we've only just begun, hon;
And we will never end.




X-x-X

Fix Me Another Drink

| Posted in , , , , , | Posted on 9:25 PM

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Fix me another drink,
Another liquid sedative

I cannot worry about life anymore,
Or where it is going...

Fix me another drink,
Another liquid sedative

There's so much to cry about,
And that's when I come to you...

You divine piece of being,
You soothe and you pacify;
Your love warms me inside,
And I melt like butter on corn

You, you divine piece of being,
You elate and you heal;
At times, just a look is enough
To resurrect; bring me back to life

You're the reason life's easier by a tenfold

I'm thirsty now,
So Ma, won't you fix me another drink,
Of my favorite malted milk?



X-x-X



Sing To Me

| Posted in , , , , , , , , , , | Posted on 11:37 AM

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Sing to me, the songs of yesterday, 
The harmony of times gone away; years sailed, 
Of memories made, and happiness felt, 
And a sense of goodness that prevailed. 

When we looked out the window, 
The seconds ticked, and butterflies sat on our fingers. 
And now that we've left, 
The seconds still tick, but the butterflies have died. 

It rained once, 
By the serenading river, as we stood and watched. 
But now that we've left, 
The river still runs, but the drops of rain have dried. 

And on the horizon, 
The golden sun sets as we look on, 
From so far away... 

And your voice - 
It still rings in my ears, 
And I won't mind, if you sing to me again... 

Sing to me, the songs of yesterday 
The melodies of candle-lights and mountaintops 
Of serious vanity; an oxymoron called love, 
And of things we'd never wanted to stop. 

Sing to me, the songs of yesterday, 
The melancholy tunes of seasons passed, 
Of memories made, and happiness felt, 
And of things that would never last. 

X-x-X

Lustful Acquisition

| Posted in , , , , , | Posted on 8:59 PM

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You know you want it.
Go ahead.
Scratch me, feel me, bite me;
I'm all yours if only for a while.

Strip me naked with your eyes.
Grope, pinch, gnaw,
Dig in your teeth;
Make me feel as good as you want to.

Ride me.
Slow, fast, slow.
Easy. Hard;
Breathe me in.

Abuse me with your touch.
Violate me with your actions;
Make me your bitch -
I'm a lustful acquisition of yours;
Treat me well, if only for a while.


X-x-X

50th Poem! Woohoo!

Faithless

| Posted in , , , | Posted on 11:57 PM

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He does not fold his arms in prayer,
Bow his head down in respect;
He does not feel the warmth of the blessed fire,
Drink the holy water with perched lips

And why does he not?
Does he have no faith?
Wherein does his faith lie, then?

Does he believe in luck, chance - 
All that unnecessary hullabaloo?
Or does he believe in destiny,
The questionable force of life?
Or does he believe in charms, magic;
The sacrilege that is voodoo?
Or worse yet - himself?

And to all that he meets,
He remains faithless...


X-x-X

Currently Doing The Rounds In My Head

| Posted in , , , , , , | Posted on 11:32 PM

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  It's been fun here. Relatively less pressure. Everything's chilled (that means relatively low temperature too!)
  So yeah, I've been listening to - and playing - a lot of new stuff lately. New as in, new to my ears, not to the world; I love old school music. And old school musicians, too. A few of the songs posted here, I'd already heard a year or two back - but that doesn't mean I don't love it now; if anything the liking has increased. :)
  Some of it I've embedded here; I want you people to listen to this music and be jizzed out of your mind. And trust me, I'm serious enough when I'm saying this.


George Thorogood - Bad to the Bone




It's got the whole awesome bluesy groove kind of thing. And there's heavy use of a slider too, so that makes it even awesomer. This song was used for the Star World promos for Two And A Half Men Season 7 - so you might just recognize the riff. :)


ZZ Top - Sharp Dressed Man



Old school ZZ Top AWESOMENESS!!! The intro riff is awesome as anything, as is the bass playing and the drumming. MindJizz!

Eric Johnson - Manhattan


One of G3's most featured guitarists at his instrumental best. The licks are so crazy in this one; in fact the chords are too. Awesomeness!

Santana - Smooth


This song features Rob Thomas, and a whole lot of jazz influenced progressions and reggae beats and everything. The intro lick is, well, smooooooth. Check this one out for sure!

Tool - Lateralus




Ah, one of those songs that makes you doubt your counting skills. Try and count this one out, will you? Starts in 5/8 and goes into 9/8-8/8-7/8 during the distorted riff, chances the time multiple times too before finally locking on to 12/8 for the outro of the song, which, by chance happens to be the awesomest riff I've heard in a while. This song also incorporates the Fibonacci Series - take a look at the video, will you? It's only 9:24. :)

Soundgarden - Rusty Cage


The first time I heard this song, I was probably in, what, the 2nd or 3rd grade? I heard this while playing Road Rash, and this song is, oddly enough, rather nostalgic. But fuck it, I don't care, I FUCKING LOVE THIS SONG! This is EPIC! This has got to be the first real SONG that I LOVED without even knowing! How sad is that? :/ Cornell's vocals are awesome, so is Thayil's guitar playing. The bassist and drummer are awesome too but I can't recall their names. >.<
 And oh, this song changes counts too. Try counting the last 2 minutes of the song. :)

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 So yeah, that'll be it for a while now. I'll come back tomorrow with another poem, maybe. But I'm going to get my report card. Oh yes, it's going to be awesome! *no sarcasm intended*

 Till I've got more things to share,

 Adios, amigos. 
 :)

He Will Wait [Fiction 55]

| Posted in , , | Posted on 11:39 PM

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He will wait.

For your antics, expressions.
For your irritable nature, your shifty eyes;
That mole on the small of your back.

He will wait for you like he would for the first monsoon shower, amid the midsummer heat.

And you must come, darling,
For even though he doesn't know,
He will wait forever.

X-x-X

16th Fiction 55

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