World Shack III (Innocence) - Compass of Time

Compass of time, won't you try,
Won't you try to find them again?

...Not in the name, no,not in the name.
Nor in the bright red ribbons flying high
Up with the bits of scraps they call kites.
Not in the droop in their little sentences,
Not in the casuarina knots on their fences...

It was the walk, skinny legs apart,
One facing east,the other north,
Or,one south and other west,
Down that bronze winding path they all went

And how they left...
Kites in the east, ribbons in the north,
Little men in the west, little women in the south.
Shot and left.

Compass of Time, won't you try,
Won't you try to find them again?

World Shack II (Circles)-The Nothing

The light I lit is burning down to nothingness
And I am sovereign where I am nothing;
‘Cause there is nothing here yet burning or to possess
No one can have it; no one can steal this of me.

And I’m carved out of the goodness
Of the destitute on the breaking banks.
Baked with mud, the infant once raises
One trembling feet above the ground
And I pushed it in, as deep as it goes.
I pushed it in, out of sight of my woes.

I was you once upon a time in a mythical land
Harried by the tidal currents and moon,
Nothing holds the ebb on my hide as I understand
The fallacy of this existence, I have stolen.

*Second Stanza-repeat*

You cannot console me!
Bring the child to me.
Nothing can justify this sin!
Tell him I will wait for him...
There is nothing fair in this,
You cannot tell me there is.

It’s not my sweat,
It’s not my blood,
It’s not my life,
I deserve.
It’s his,
Give it back to him, God,
Give it back.
I would be nothing,
Had he not starved to death.
I am nothing,
Till I know the way he went.

World Shack I (Horror)- Cellotaped Limbs

She was born the day the wars begun,

Or so she was told,

She had never known war and life apart,

And to her, cruelty and endurance

Were the only two ways of life...

She rocked on her rickety tool back and forth, back and forth.
Sipping her first tea in three months, she wiped the spilt bit down her front.
She had been running; now she sat wheezing,
Smiling, she sat craning her neck into the antiquity darkness in the west…
Trying to reason with her mind’s lewd pain
As the darkness was retracting its cover
Slowly from her scars, and the gaping hole on her right shoulder.

The rattle house of war-weapons now become free, so very free;
The battles are at long last over, though ropes still dangled from the trees
And poles, hungry clouds and hungry bellies
Can collapse on to the drought-dredged grounds in convulsive pain…
They can daydream about morrows ahead,
They can drink to their birthdays again,
And with eyes pried,see faces, not photographs…down some memory lane.

She looked away…
From the light that played on the frays of the glass
Cracked in the middle by a bullet one day,
She looked away,
From the patches of yellow on her threadbare floor
Where she was born,
She looked away,
From the dark that moved away
And the light that made its way,
Resting itself on both her shoulders,
She looked away.

Again Train...(for The Book--- 6 Strings of the Clock---by Tacs)

It streams past the stark trees,
Bound together by silver strings-
They fleet on by soundlessly…
It looks on, as I stumble upon
The bricks of my misplaced platform.
And I am humbled down, now I am alone.
Repenting not pulling the chain,
Not stopping the train, I am
Lost, homeless, and in my wait, I am stoned.

Now only illusions-neon beneath the starry legions-
Glint brighter to falsify my all conscious convictions.
And I know, in the wisdom wrought alone by hallucinations,
-As I squint in the dark
To check my broken clock-
Whatever time, it tells, is the time… that my walk backwards begins.

Home, this limp body, suddenly pines for home,
These drunken steps leave the platform,
This time, these naked feet hit the gravel,
These cold, white, rain-soaked feet will be my train…
They bleed already, but I cannot wait. My train,
It will stream past the stark trees again…

MAGNIFIED!

Stop, don’t hurt it!
What did little ant ever do to you?
Stop, don’t soak it!
It only wanted to crawl on you.
Stop, don’t break its legs!
It only wanted a moment on you…

Raise all your heads up to me,
I am assailed by the paints and I read
The bigger picture, the larger words,
Hungry for the sounds of pleading,
Magnified, synchronized,
And stringed this-worldly thoughts.

Fear; don’t close your eyes,
Has the forked lightning yet struck you?
Love; don’t wear it with lies,
Lightning sparks will find its way to you.
Ambition; don’t shake my nights,
Don’t want to capture the free bolt of blue…

My senses are fierce,
Rigorous and wistful,
My hands are shaken
I suddenly, recognize
Everything.
Everything is magnified…
So magnified…
My hands are shaking, hold on to me…
You there, you magnified...

Hold on to me...

If you want to see...

Hold on to me.

Magnified me.

Implosion of laughter - The Song

It was a morning dream...perhaps...a sublime,sallow morning dream...

Now that I am awake,it implores to my conscious feelings.Like the unernourished fingers of that child in my dream.You...

It took that dreamside road accident to shake my turbid and confiscated wings of existence.As I lay sprawled and uncomposed...i had to let go.I finally had to.

A whistle now and then, a skip now and then, a hum..or even a loud thought now and then...

Where were they all gone?

You woke me up,in my dreams.And now I will never sleep again...

Behind every door, I am now.
Behind every tree, I am now.
Behind every black glass, I am now.
I am nowhere you want me to be…
I am everywhere you will never peek…

So tell me...why those insane people always dress

Either too much or too less,

Are their blood not stirred

By that same heat that keeps us all from dearth?
So here I am standing obliquely
Peering into an unknown face.
Here I am beaming,I'm laughing with uncertainty
That I am lost, with nobody to rest
My head on…my bleeding head.

Within every flat tire, I am now.
Within every crack, I am now.
Within every dog-eared page, I am now.
I am in a single moment’s eternity…
I am in a one-word wisdom’s leak…

So tell me
Why when they speak,their mouths twist with grace?

When all that they say

Are to themselves,

Blindfolded,untranslated, solitary to our existences.

So here I am standing obliquely
Peering into an unknown face.

Here I am beaming with uncertainty,

That I am lost,with nobody to rest
My head on…my bleeding head…

Let it all bleed out...let it all bleed out!

The dark,red,gleaming thoughts.

Let it put the sane world to shame and disarray

That I'm laughing at the implosion of light.

(When I'm laughing,at the) Implosion of my Sight...

(Yeah,I'm laughing at the )Implosion of my Mind...

Tic Tac Toe

Empty square of TicTacToe box fills the whole of this distraught page...and my wood pencil lies pensive....play your turn, so I can play mine too...

Change this game...cuz I cant change my mind anymore...
There must be a gateway to hell
A way of will,
A reason to be able to mull
Over the words we wish to hear
Faces we want to know,
Things we need to learn.
There must be a way to change time too.
I saw the blue prints of nostalgia
Heard the thunders of giggles
The explosions of whispers
The slap of an embrace…
But I never saw the grey face of nostalgia.
Till now…
There must be a way to change that too.
This is the unwritten journal
This is the dilation of iris in dark
This is the expansion of chest
Before a catch of breath…
There must be a way to realize that too.
You are not that yellow dream
You are not that past laced with longing
You were not even there a few days back…
I don’t miss you for the past we had together
But for the days we could have had.
And there isn’t a way to change that…without you.

I can only clutch my wooden pencil
And pray…
Beautiful day…
I can only pray…

Human Eyes

My breathe gets entangled in a host of guilt and despair, every time I sit to think of you....even though I knew you less than two weeks...even though I don't even know if you knew me...even though I hardly recall your colors...the many colors under crimson, in which you came...and went...it's not even sad...it's...only haunting....

They were human eyes,
Ablaze with lost fear,
Placid with burnt tears,
Looking out of its blurred corner,
They never looked straight ahead.
Like it knew there was nothing ahead,
Nothing… but scattered feathers.
In the gap in my wall
Where she staged her fall,
As sudden as she came us to befall.

They were human eyes,
I could never look away from,
Holding my gaze, on and on,
Like the clouded insides of a crystal ball,
As if it could tell me what was ahead.
Like it knew everything about what was ahead
Of me…but just would not make known.
In the gap in my wall
Where she staged her fall
As sudden as she came us to befall.

She had stopped eating for days,
Her mutilated wings concealed her bosom.
It seemed it was still covertly tending
To her mutilated grace as well.
But when she stopped eating for days-
We all knew…
Pigeon, she was not a mere pigeon
Breathing through nine air sacs,
Human, she was just another human,
Her soul bound to the flights of her past.
Graceful as she was sad, mute as she was wise;
And this telling us, she bade us goodbye.

The Twisted Fate of Today

It hurts to know that you tried to betray me today,
It alarms to realize that you can betray me this way,
It astonishes to see the glint of triumph in your face,
All this is not what I say, but what you will say…
Forever, each and every day of that forever,
Forever, after today…
Today.

And even though I am not perfect,
Even though I have given up on regret,
And have only a dried, scarlet patch left…
Besides me in my maroon bed,
I am finally, where finality of decisions meets,
Finally, I am content…
So content.

That you will cry all night,
And die today…
Today. I am so content. Today.

My Second Person

When August was blowing its farewell kiss,
I came to finally exist,
In the mystic called Life on Earth,
But that was not my one last birth.

For this mind is a Bohemian persuasion of the End,
And it’s blind, to the premonitions of the living dead.
And this cry is for the debris of what is not sacred
I am aroused by the inside, not the plaster of your façade…

Of a boy or girl, in your hollow reflection.
When the calm water rippled, wanted just to see a person.

When the crumbs of flat ground came to seek
Me, was when it reeked,
That I shall remain the last one to stand,
Don’t want to let you become so bland.

So when you asked me who I am again and again,
My mind sought to dig its own solitary grave,
For the fear was deep, my search for myself
Did not want it to end this way, did not want it to face...

A boy, or a girl, in its hollow reflection,
When the calm water rippled, wanted it to see a person.

But I am lost in gaze into my shadowed eyes,
It isn’t a calm water about to be rippled by
Any wind or my breath, or a sigh…
It is flat glass…how or where will I find…
My Bohemian person and its mind?