With all its might and flurry flushes
Furied madness in its cheeks
Pumped to its full ripeness
In tight muscular delight
And squeaky smoothness riding on plump
A scream of hairlessness in a red lump
On my palm
An ego’s egg
Or a bald bosom (Of course it’s bald)
It feels nice… the apple
In its own waxy ozone
Smartly neatened out
Unlike chalkboard smooth
But smooth like the dragged out note of a harmonica tune
And a nipple of twig
Perfectly erect and dry
An evil thwack like sexy heels
On chunks of legs
Against wet concrete on a quiet sleepy night
Bounces of empty
And clucks on your fingertips
Straining out, almost to burst
A muffled punch on frozen meat
Bland but bright and fat
That’s the apple ring
A slap, a flap
A muted snap
But that’s not all
The chorus gets louder
Your teethy whites come down
And the clash of dampened cymbals
And the scratching of a breaking bough so crisp
It cleans your attention into oblivion
In rainbows and fires of good and bad
Where sleep lost angels dwell and gather
Shrouding sweetness onto perfection
And reaching deep to its seeds
From which all genesis of appleness grow
An armour, a malic condom
Budding on pink buds on your tongue
Sometimes squinty-eyed
Sometimes wide-eyed salivation
Bountiful and rich
A barrel of scurvy fighters
And a deluge of lust pouring in
A practise pad of sorts
To use your tongue on the most saccharine flesh
Bound by purity
Bound by the tempest
A bait so sweet it opened our eyes
The moment of shame when wisdom came
Listening to the slither
Of a hiding laughter
And it’s sunshine brightness
A wafer of heart thumping poetry
That stands in the shape of a zesty state
Grand with spits of mirth worth smiles
Crazy days that keep you alive
With leaps in heightened excitement
Meadows of freshness under your skin
Almost the substance of daintiness in sleep
A sleepy-eyed lover, bowing over
To bury his nose in the nape of his stranger’s neck
The fragrance, a secret blowing fast
Ploughing in with careful fingers scraping
To grasp a deep breath of its yellow musk
To forget the bitter taste of yesterday
For a moment
And it loses its smell
Deep within, saved
Leaving only the beginning of a rotting start
Racing itself to a brown death
And while you smile
To the blooming smell of apple loins
Mindful with squandering thoughts
Of earthly simplicity
The ethereal winds gather height
With languor strapped to their skirted backs
Spread upon the lands
Seeding smells, seeding smiles
Under the same old sun
Nodding its ancient head
Everything in the skin of the earth
Will then beam in its greatness
And lay down till the next sunrise
Wednesday, March 26, 2008
Monday, March 10, 2008
The OCTOBER Songs
OCTOBER
When candles were blown for the 21st time
And the world was filled with beerful hiccups,
A storm, abating, gently dying,
Was when the world began its colours crawling in
And the hum of music was complete with visions.
The realization of all things perfect
Stood with angelic likeness
With a voice of naked beauty in song.
All time was with us
And a thread to sew.
Only a fool would not know which way
When a glow was blooming right under his nose.
NOVEMBER
Smiles pressed into our faces from the promises made,
As we listened to Johnny over and again.
Knowing this, the first on the list
Of living it up:
“No way November we’ll say our goodbyes.”
It seemed the path, he’s paved for us
Of biblical rules,
Of poetic bliss.
Where none was trivial,
Our breathless sighs were a constant peak to our days.
This was the time
Virgin pleasures wrought.
This was the time
The first of all things were born.
DECEMBER
And rain it was that gave its light
When moments came in flashes and might.
It offered a treasure, first of many;
A string of chords and words aplenty.
It helped when Christmas soul returned,
Touched my heart, and I pulled a tune.
How I made her heart surrender,
How it happened I’ll always wonder.
For it was just mere affection,
I didn’t do much but to love her true
JANUARY
I remember the part
With shouts and bangs
And then the music began again
In the sea of smoke and resolute drunks
Popping Chinese through a microphone
And a series of claps in a drunken trance
While our bonds tightened
And our own resolutions made
With cheers in our hearts
And a new year began with a kiss
So sweet, I’d played it in my mind
For the rest of the day till the next new year
FEBRUARY
Our lives, entwined
From the very first time with music
So my valentine appeared
With a bag of love filled with loads of it
As if she truly read my mind
And knew the wishes of my heart
For she never fails to put
A ready smile on my face
And she never fails to drip
A few more drops of love on me
MARCH
And here’s a toast to Saint Paddy’s day
The end of the list for Johnny, that is
But not for us, no siree
Coz we know we’ll still be safe
From April Fool’s till a new Christmas
And probably will still be on the “so on”
But let’s just see for now
If April’s really fooling us
But I guess it really was the other way around
It was always the plan
Right from the start
APRIL
My heart warmed up and pumped
When my eyes fell upon the efforts
Of the hands of my angel
The world was ours,
The time was ours
For now we’re at the halfway mark
And everything sour and everything bitter
We know could be worked out better
So cheers to this sixth month
And to many more
MAY
Now, as the days, like lullabies,
Peel off in layers of tunes
To find their way back from being lost
Within the feathers of songs
And grab a moment in time
For a moment to ponder
Might be slightly a task to do
So here, might I say
While I grow more insane
With a keenness for you
Is one of the moments
I shed no light
For it is when, these times
I fill them up with love
And only love for you
JUNE
And all of what went through my mind
In all of what went through my mind
No fingers or toes of mine
Could relish the delight
Of pointing to an easy direction
Knowing exactly where & what kind
Of memories in a lyrical whirlwind
Would surface
Like teabags soaked with thoughts
Singing in my head
I only think of you
I wouldn’t give a second song
To another one
Because there wouldn’t be another like you
JULY
With sweat and tears and blood and sighs
I blew and stretched and whipped a storm
I wrote my girl a birthday song
I made a great day for everyone
To everyone, I sang that song
And everyone smiled and clapped along
I knew by then, it wasn’t wrong
The girl I loved sat right in front
For it was to that girl I wrote that song
One which told her she’s the only one
AUGUST
My lion pride was stroked when my eyes unveiled
To the most wonderful sight on earth
With dappled warm and fuzzy lights
And the smell of rubber and burnt wax
’Twas the greatest birthday yet
And I’d wished it not to stop
And time did freeze upon the flare of colours bright
And did a little longer when I fell a little stronger
The candles shot into the blackness of my birthday sky
Into explosions of flowers raining down
Stealing darkness away for mere seconds at a time
The wish I had materialised
My baby sat before me and sighed her wish against my ear,
A greeting so special, I wish it happens again
SEPTEMBER
Where night was bright from little wax flickers
And holding wooden chopsticks and paper bulbs, walking
Unaware and ignorant
Of the gigantic night before us
With the moon in its full splendour
Smiling brilliance into the world
There, in our gait, we smiled back to each other
In the midst of many others smiling
We loved and laughed and spoke to the waters
And planned our next stage in the next year before us
OCTOBER
And throwing back my thoughts to the start
How fleeting it felt and how long it was
I’ve written down a year’s worth
Of laughter and tears and everything more
And though it’s the end; a cycle of sorts
It’s really not the end; there’ll be more to come
It’s truly a journey, a mere beginning
I can’t wait to see what the end looks like
An end with you
Where love abounds
When candles were blown for the 21st time
And the world was filled with beerful hiccups,
A storm, abating, gently dying,
Was when the world began its colours crawling in
And the hum of music was complete with visions.
The realization of all things perfect
Stood with angelic likeness
With a voice of naked beauty in song.
All time was with us
And a thread to sew.
Only a fool would not know which way
When a glow was blooming right under his nose.
NOVEMBER
Smiles pressed into our faces from the promises made,
As we listened to Johnny over and again.
Knowing this, the first on the list
Of living it up:
“No way November we’ll say our goodbyes.”
It seemed the path, he’s paved for us
Of biblical rules,
Of poetic bliss.
Where none was trivial,
Our breathless sighs were a constant peak to our days.
This was the time
Virgin pleasures wrought.
This was the time
The first of all things were born.
DECEMBER
And rain it was that gave its light
When moments came in flashes and might.
It offered a treasure, first of many;
A string of chords and words aplenty.
It helped when Christmas soul returned,
Touched my heart, and I pulled a tune.
How I made her heart surrender,
How it happened I’ll always wonder.
For it was just mere affection,
I didn’t do much but to love her true
JANUARY
I remember the part
With shouts and bangs
And then the music began again
In the sea of smoke and resolute drunks
Popping Chinese through a microphone
And a series of claps in a drunken trance
While our bonds tightened
And our own resolutions made
With cheers in our hearts
And a new year began with a kiss
So sweet, I’d played it in my mind
For the rest of the day till the next new year
FEBRUARY
Our lives, entwined
From the very first time with music
So my valentine appeared
With a bag of love filled with loads of it
As if she truly read my mind
And knew the wishes of my heart
For she never fails to put
A ready smile on my face
And she never fails to drip
A few more drops of love on me
MARCH
And here’s a toast to Saint Paddy’s day
The end of the list for Johnny, that is
But not for us, no siree
Coz we know we’ll still be safe
From April Fool’s till a new Christmas
And probably will still be on the “so on”
But let’s just see for now
If April’s really fooling us
But I guess it really was the other way around
It was always the plan
Right from the start
APRIL
My heart warmed up and pumped
When my eyes fell upon the efforts
Of the hands of my angel
The world was ours,
The time was ours
For now we’re at the halfway mark
And everything sour and everything bitter
We know could be worked out better
So cheers to this sixth month
And to many more
MAY
Now, as the days, like lullabies,
Peel off in layers of tunes
To find their way back from being lost
Within the feathers of songs
And grab a moment in time
For a moment to ponder
Might be slightly a task to do
So here, might I say
While I grow more insane
With a keenness for you
Is one of the moments
I shed no light
For it is when, these times
I fill them up with love
And only love for you
JUNE
And all of what went through my mind
In all of what went through my mind
No fingers or toes of mine
Could relish the delight
Of pointing to an easy direction
Knowing exactly where & what kind
Of memories in a lyrical whirlwind
Would surface
Like teabags soaked with thoughts
Singing in my head
I only think of you
I wouldn’t give a second song
To another one
Because there wouldn’t be another like you
JULY
With sweat and tears and blood and sighs
I blew and stretched and whipped a storm
I wrote my girl a birthday song
I made a great day for everyone
To everyone, I sang that song
And everyone smiled and clapped along
I knew by then, it wasn’t wrong
The girl I loved sat right in front
For it was to that girl I wrote that song
One which told her she’s the only one
AUGUST
My lion pride was stroked when my eyes unveiled
To the most wonderful sight on earth
With dappled warm and fuzzy lights
And the smell of rubber and burnt wax
’Twas the greatest birthday yet
And I’d wished it not to stop
And time did freeze upon the flare of colours bright
And did a little longer when I fell a little stronger
The candles shot into the blackness of my birthday sky
Into explosions of flowers raining down
Stealing darkness away for mere seconds at a time
The wish I had materialised
My baby sat before me and sighed her wish against my ear,
A greeting so special, I wish it happens again
SEPTEMBER
Where night was bright from little wax flickers
And holding wooden chopsticks and paper bulbs, walking
Unaware and ignorant
Of the gigantic night before us
With the moon in its full splendour
Smiling brilliance into the world
There, in our gait, we smiled back to each other
In the midst of many others smiling
We loved and laughed and spoke to the waters
And planned our next stage in the next year before us
OCTOBER
And throwing back my thoughts to the start
How fleeting it felt and how long it was
I’ve written down a year’s worth
Of laughter and tears and everything more
And though it’s the end; a cycle of sorts
It’s really not the end; there’ll be more to come
It’s truly a journey, a mere beginning
I can’t wait to see what the end looks like
An end with you
Where love abounds
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