347 had burrowed 3 from irene's scorpio
and a tyger
tyger
chickening nights
thus in all fairness
each return to their individual heaven
and thus closes 347
last shot
let clouds kiss eden
adam eve
let archives cry blood
and poets grieve
adam eve
let archives cry blood
and poets grieve
a grey fountain washes blood today
a green valley seeks disaster
a filing cabinet is rusting knives
a fire is out just the fireflies
while meditators look for white flowers
in a pink river in an unknown heaven
i blow a kiss to mary brian
i wave a hand at MIke Henderson
I slow a bite on a chinese mite
I say goodbye to to 347
350th bullet grazes
i await 3 pm
hostel are lonely places
not a place to stay in simsi says
you are guilty and human and a lying hippo
hostel are lonely places
not a place to stay in simsi says
you are guilty and human and a lying hippo
the glass has thums up your cup reflects
coffee, there are tygers on the other end
there are fires foxes fabricated faults flying angels
next semester will be deception, drama, story and haunted houses
going on a free boat to a pacifika wedding...an art work
thus ends the last shot who will throw the last rock!
warmth returns to raglan
fire is the centre of earth
the core the bloody essence
and then there is water distant
volcanic air matters earth sun
there is fire on both ends. toy
with the zodiac the four elements
earth fire water air...sky oxygen
needs them and we need those who
hurt us!
the core the bloody essence
and then there is water distant
volcanic air matters earth sun
there is fire on both ends. toy
with the zodiac the four elements
earth fire water air...sky oxygen
needs them and we need those who
hurt us!
psycho psycho psycho
a fate
that cries
and laughter
devices you
sought me
and
cried wolf
psycho
you tortured
your soul
that night
and
frightened a
million fireflies
psycho
you wanna
rumble
tumble
grumble
what do you want from me?
psycho
you have her name
that's why I let you
in my life and all
you were is and will
remain is a
psycho
that cries
and laughter
devices you
sought me
and
cried wolf
psycho
you tortured
your soul
that night
and
frightened a
million fireflies
psycho
you wanna
rumble
tumble
grumble
what do you want from me?
psycho
you have her name
that's why I let you
in my life and all
you were is and will
remain is a
psycho
free wheeling 347th pain
The problem with helping someone like you
invitation to a wild
ass party your own funeral.
nice. sounds groovy aye?
and kills ya too.
invitation to a wild
ass party your own funeral.
nice. sounds groovy aye?
and kills ya too.
why
i
love
selfconfidence
only
not on you. you are insecurity
one more poetry goes to sleep
sunsets lizards die winter springs the desert is a lonely place
a lamp and two mosquitoes mating on their seats
angles triangles perksend bony antlers show their nudity
ugly as those super thin models
darkness fallsmists rise
we are on 346 and plus a few more for old gates sakes
bates kneels jalebi is a round yellow song on sesame st
an art show that no sleep can't go on to
madhav crosses east and meets nehaless me on the bridge
i had the luxury of crying for one
and wasting years like yera glasses on pink wall red grills
cricket stuttered as francis smashed a six into juhu galli
a lady on the street selling bananas and mutton hanging loose near grime
love war computers and crap
and yet when you meet me you expect me to recognise you
who are you? who are you? who are you? just because you are brown
you are not my friend...i left india because of assholes like you
zeroes who did not know confidence only hollow tunes
of shrill rapesongs pathetic i hated your ilk
i just go back for rpaying my milk
i dont want to know you in auckland or singapore
or fiji or malaysia
let alone NYC or london
if i loved you
why would i be here
if i wanted to salute your flag
i wouldn't do it in auckland
what you betrayed in kashmir
i am black
black is my colour
so let me sleep
a lamp and two mosquitoes mating on their seats
angles triangles perksend bony antlers show their nudity
ugly as those super thin models
darkness fallsmists rise
we are on 346 and plus a few more for old gates sakes
bates kneels jalebi is a round yellow song on sesame st
an art show that no sleep can't go on to
madhav crosses east and meets nehaless me on the bridge
i had the luxury of crying for one
and wasting years like yera glasses on pink wall red grills
cricket stuttered as francis smashed a six into juhu galli
a lady on the street selling bananas and mutton hanging loose near grime
love war computers and crap
and yet when you meet me you expect me to recognise you
who are you? who are you? who are you? just because you are brown
you are not my friend...i left india because of assholes like you
zeroes who did not know confidence only hollow tunes
of shrill rapesongs pathetic i hated your ilk
i just go back for rpaying my milk
i dont want to know you in auckland or singapore
or fiji or malaysia
let alone NYC or london
if i loved you
why would i be here
if i wanted to salute your flag
i wouldn't do it in auckland
what you betrayed in kashmir
i am black
black is my colour
so let me sleep
Fry Arvo
Oft silver screens shine a shadowed suns silent gaze in 902
a name a class a spell a life a game a catch and cook a voice
lost found lost again
is the memories of few Friday afternoons
a few names and few smiles
a name a class a spell a life a game a catch and cook a voice
lost found lost again
is the memories of few Friday afternoons
a few names and few smiles
Purple Shower
Purple Shower
Animal at the bottom of the sea
shining in the little pond rains created last eve
see its face vain school girl
simmering shining fluttering breeze
juicy core, hiding honey from bee
a shadow falls on land - a large ugly
dark cloud shining like love
death knew latin dame
bee hyding the bush
carnivorous animal lust
death shining bites glistening
ugly beast teeth
million gods silently watching
grimace grind
lack of place space face
bodies melted
no room
hips smashing
soil giving way
frogs dancing the rain dance
in the peacock rains
a treasure in the pollen
Crying like a child
flower perfumed
pleasure pain
again and again
body relaxed
a height forgotten
a world crashes
in the garden large amongst the thorns was a yellow flower
Animal at the bottom of the sea
shining in the little pond rains created last eve
see its face vain school girl
simmering shining fluttering breeze
juicy core, hiding honey from bee
a shadow falls on land - a large ugly
dark cloud shining like love
death knew latin dame
bee hyding the bush
carnivorous animal lust
death shining bites glistening
ugly beast teeth
million gods silently watching
grimace grind
lack of place space face
bodies melted
no room
hips smashing
soil giving way
frogs dancing the rain dance
in the peacock rains
a treasure in the pollen
Crying like a child
flower perfumed
pleasure pain
again and again
body relaxed
a height forgotten
a world crashes
in the garden large amongst the thorns was a yellow flower
WW worses SV
Dear Wordsworth
I feel you are cool
in a time when psychics
did not bend spoons
you rhymed june to moon
your poems had rhythm and stealth and poise
unlike Tennyson's sirens
by the way what do you think of Byron…
if time permits and senses permeate
can you read a few poems that I create
I feel you are cool
in a time when psychics
did not bend spoons
you rhymed june to moon
your poems had rhythm and stealth and poise
unlike Tennyson's sirens
by the way what do you think of Byron…
if time permits and senses permeate
can you read a few poems that I create
Dear Suneal
Oft in Abbeys I walk with daffodils yellow and singing
Your mail has send many a rhythm and rhyme timgling
This is not a trap nor a superior smirk
Your poems are crap and you a jerk
Gently under starry skies your words put me to sleep
By the way byron was a creep.
two tight for tamaki
...the cold is coming in
birds fly north
we guard sinuses
and drink chicken soups
with citric acid
and preservatives from
the fourth shelve in countdown
and bottom shelf in pakNsave
L's aquarius beauty keeps you warm
night Tea from the chinese china town
love a duck keeps love a tiger warm
wish i said more than blue sky fox
wished you heard me clearly
haerd what i did not say that night
last night
birds fly north
we guard sinuses
and drink chicken soups
with citric acid
and preservatives from
the fourth shelve in countdown
and bottom shelf in pakNsave
L's aquarius beauty keeps you warm
night Tea from the chinese china town
love a duck keeps love a tiger warm
wish i said more than blue sky fox
wished you heard me clearly
haerd what i did not say that night
last night
forgive me
If i snore like a jungles on fire
today is ep day today the journal will play and not a word my diary says
black and yet bright to kingdom come
cold as winter hums...i hate the rhyme rhythm
berry pops as air singeth a 342nd tune. 3 songs were borrowed from irene
tiger chickened thus 347 will be 360 just over by 9 is fine
black berry sing blues
irene is a name of a cat
some leaves have stayed to please mary
brian's gone truly gone
as louise her beauty and brains and body from hell
drives a city car and an eternal fire
black berry black berry black berry blues
black black berry blues my new email sings a new tune
black berry blues atones yahoo cone zee
today is ep day today the journal will play and not a word my diary says
black and yet bright to kingdom come
cold as winter hums...i hate the rhyme rhythm
berry pops as air singeth a 342nd tune. 3 songs were borrowed from irene
tiger chickened thus 347 will be 360 just over by 9 is fine
black berry sing blues
irene is a name of a cat
some leaves have stayed to please mary
brian's gone truly gone
as louise her beauty and brains and body from hell
drives a city car and an eternal fire
black berry black berry black berry blues
black black berry blues my new email sings a new tune
black berry blues atones yahoo cone zee
Drinking moonlight
GI's linton's low
grass' aquarius crucial blow
forget leo that i don't know
a passion rolling rapidly
grass' aquarius crucial blow
forget leo that i don't know
a passion rolling rapidly
and
miss lovely funny
pop out of the blue.
discussing Robbery
txts bournvita chilli tabasco
that you are
miss an hour long hug...
pop out of the blue.
discussing Robbery
txts bournvita chilli tabasco
that you are
miss an hour long hug...
london summer crawling down
dont leave
it hurts me
automated reply. Wish I could meet you
once and cry
and then lose you.
I had spoken without knowledge
as the train takes off from G.I.
the campus foreign and empty as if
a small, small, small, small, town
unspoken of in the unknown battery
& then the cold came. sylvia i spoke in haste
i understand how the cold can kill you, nail you
oven heat your pie
i spoke in haste and i
apologise
as the train takes off from G.I.
the campus foreign and empty as if
a small, small, small, small, town
unspoken of in the unknown battery
& then the cold came. sylvia i spoke in haste
i understand how the cold can kill you, nail you
oven heat your pie
i spoke in haste and i
apologise
as you leave
as you leave and the cold comes in
and the nights gets longer and your warmth is gone
i miss you and the way you hold hands
and the way you care
i miss you
and that night in meadow banks
and that eye engaged in the smile
that we shared i miss you
and the nights gets longer and your warmth is gone
i miss you and the way you hold hands
and the way you care
i miss you
and that night in meadow banks
and that eye engaged in the smile
that we shared i miss you
tigers from tamaki
tigers from tamaki
tamaki talks mild coffee
tane terrified dictionery sleeps
wanton wakefield make em great ann
programmed elam maya chances
you badlight goodnight skytowers
waterfalls looks like a toilet to you
are you depressed or is it a period protocol paranoia
bathroom mirrors bouncing samoans dancing jelly beans
smiling bananas gus is fishing pictures today
painter pretends poet parellels
merchant building is in a movie i pee
borrow amar chitra katha
he's a specialist
asit shah is snoopy heaven actually
charlie brown
left back aching rightside brain not working
out of order is the journal genius journalist
10 hours a great start
may be 15
women are cold
breathing mists what do i care
fuel deposits exhausted
I am at 342. dont need nothing maaan
tamaki talks mild coffee
tane terrified dictionery sleeps
wanton wakefield make em great ann
programmed elam maya chances
you badlight goodnight skytowers
waterfalls looks like a toilet to you
are you depressed or is it a period protocol paranoia
bathroom mirrors bouncing samoans dancing jelly beans
smiling bananas gus is fishing pictures today
painter pretends poet parellels
merchant building is in a movie i pee
borrow amar chitra katha
he's a specialist
asit shah is snoopy heaven actually
charlie brown
left back aching rightside brain not working
out of order is the journal genius journalist
10 hours a great start
may be 15
women are cold
breathing mists what do i care
fuel deposits exhausted
I am at 342. dont need nothing maaan
flushes
as creepy crawlies in the hot desert
million specks
thousand snakes
rattling puffing roos bouncing
45 degrees in shade
sahara you run after that little scorpion
and kick him out he's adam ant
you flush it down the toilet
creepy
poisonous
feral
Belligerent
million specks
thousand snakes
rattling puffing roos bouncing
45 degrees in shade
sahara you run after that little scorpion
and kick him out he's adam ant
you flush it down the toilet
creepy
poisonous
feral
Belligerent
creaking
montana's list is here
with clear bright blue sky
sending the chill despite salmon oil
hash browns and beans
shoulders seek peace
today is a new dream...
with clear bright blue sky
sending the chill despite salmon oil
hash browns and beans
shoulders seek peace
today is a new dream...
hermits dancing across an arabian fire
chanting aum taichi shadows
in the embers brightening by psychic energies
blow the emotional energy
blow the mental energy
stand in a golden suit
as someone shoulders pain
someone blows a cool air into my heart
7 spirits listen
3 take part
it's charged but blue positive earth
popping out in 1981
NS is gold after a red triangle at Mars
its healing reliving relevant relieving
its a million shadows dance like little chicago
sherlock indians___many miles in the skies
hands flowing like poetry as shoulders are healed
10th gate is stargate
in the embers brightening by psychic energies
blow the emotional energy
blow the mental energy
stand in a golden suit
as someone shoulders pain
someone blows a cool air into my heart
7 spirits listen
3 take part
it's charged but blue positive earth
popping out in 1981
NS is gold after a red triangle at Mars
its healing reliving relevant relieving
its a million shadows dance like little chicago
sherlock indians___many miles in the skies
hands flowing like poetry as shoulders are healed
10th gate is stargate
"a footfall, a footfall, a footfall again"
"a footfall, a footfall, a footfall again"
has anyone read that line which poem did i hear that in
where in the worlds I left it behind
"a footfall, a footfall, a footfall again"
comes back in my 1000 poems
where did it start who started the fire...
Brian would you know...
has anyone read that line which poem did i hear that in
where in the worlds I left it behind
"a footfall, a footfall, a footfall again"
comes back in my 1000 poems
where did it start who started the fire...
Brian would you know...
two days changed an empire
struck back as a maroon cafe had chinese tea
suspicion mixed with hot water and trust
questions psychic and psychology tears
that dream of million loves
anger that hurts and lusts
a magnet that anglo kept
and michael sings and joy is raised
suspicion mixed with hot water and trust
questions psychic and psychology tears
that dream of million loves
anger that hurts and lusts
a magnet that anglo kept
and michael sings and joy is raised
midnight eden set free
one new year night in the dark alley way of a new year party
mohan and umesh mixed the punch
as we set off to versova
the air was clean massive myriad magenta
off by the open chinese rack
and i felt free
that was 1989
this 2007 pluto mars and angled anglicans
emulate emma's gone electricity
and eden is sprinkled with gold dust
santa barbara's bold beautiful bohemian
gold like a rash everywhere sprinkled like
pepper and stars like brian's bullets and scars
as i hold you and set me free
mohan and umesh mixed the punch
as we set off to versova
the air was clean massive myriad magenta
off by the open chinese rack
and i felt free
that was 1989
this 2007 pluto mars and angled anglicans
emulate emma's gone electricity
and eden is sprinkled with gold dust
santa barbara's bold beautiful bohemian
gold like a rash everywhere sprinkled like
pepper and stars like brian's bullets and scars
as i hold you and set me free
you call it ale
we met in last life and had beer in a wooden forgotten scottish
was it irish with a cookadoodledoo on the mountains top of inn
asterix was there and robert preserbed him with allah jesus and ram-krsna
it's peace gain a lonavala waterfalls has passed over me as i wrap
naan over two wadas and salt my wounds and flush my skin and love my dream
in your arms for two hours two long hours with curious laughing angels
in a platonic meditation as we draw from eachothers wells and relax
lose 10 years and kgs...
was it irish with a cookadoodledoo on the mountains top of inn
asterix was there and robert preserbed him with allah jesus and ram-krsna
it's peace gain a lonavala waterfalls has passed over me as i wrap
naan over two wadas and salt my wounds and flush my skin and love my dream
in your arms for two hours two long hours with curious laughing angels
in a platonic meditation as we draw from eachothers wells and relax
lose 10 years and kgs...
i have cooled
the asshole is dead---long live the asshole
it's a clear day and solar flexes its arms
and heals and rises and kneels on eden and massages and messages
the angels in a blue room watch as we hold and hug
laugh and shrug
cry and tug
i am free and the eight has been cracked
and you julie art free
it's a clear day and solar flexes its arms
and heals and rises and kneels on eden and massages and messages
the angels in a blue room watch as we hold and hug
laugh and shrug
cry and tug
i am free and the eight has been cracked
and you julie art free
the night begins
yogic chants and the temple i dreamt
in a firelog house rustling like the rains
peaceful as a terrain rocky cold and brilliant
sawdust turns to gold on eden mountain
julia connects in a million lights
strange how life bites and breathes
and smiles and holds and hugs and screams
and loves and dreams
in a firelog house rustling like the rains
peaceful as a terrain rocky cold and brilliant
sawdust turns to gold on eden mountain
julia connects in a million lights
strange how life bites and breathes
and smiles and holds and hugs and screams
and loves and dreams
evening before
rob you are the rock on which gibraltar stands
your friendship is auckland's greatest gift
you are the man that I could never be
I am just a macho alpha bullshit
you made breakfast for stef and karen and chris and me
you sorted out my junk and debris from junked last life
your mother is this loveleeee soul, an angel as we throw
expired medicine and last years notes, and previous years poetry
dont worry about poetry
if we have an emergency and poetry was water needed by world poplulation to
survive
NZEPC, 343, 347 and me will make the stock
throw poetry
the fish tablets are going in November
i walk epsom salts girls and grammar
your friendship is auckland's greatest gift
you are the man that I could never be
I am just a macho alpha bullshit
you made breakfast for stef and karen and chris and me
you sorted out my junk and debris from junked last life
your mother is this loveleeee soul, an angel as we throw
expired medicine and last years notes, and previous years poetry
dont worry about poetry
if we have an emergency and poetry was water needed by world poplulation to
survive
NZEPC, 343, 347 and me will make the stock
throw poetry
the fish tablets are going in November
i walk epsom salts girls and grammar
morning after
morning at a great shower
hot and cold never aending at 1:10 PM
washing of the mad toxins
sad had beens, bad muffins
cleansing of the soul surrender
hot and cold never aending at 1:10 PM
washing of the mad toxins
sad had beens, bad muffins
cleansing of the soul surrender
lady of troy
you winder
you winder about me don't you, now?
who is he?
is he an angel as emma claimed
or devil's favourite sone
a player's joke
a player or a hopeless romantic
slightly feminine in aspects of love
you wonder now don't ya?
i cut myself in front of the library mirror as
you wandered
innes liked my shave and A
and i assured him every now and then these things happen
you wonder if i am biased and complex and awandering soul
or I m living up to a reputation
guarding those who taint me
lady
i swear by thy smile
I dont cast or stereotype
all but those who stereotype me
and i pay in kind not in kindness
cursed by a poisonous ascendant
that does not allow me to rise above my rising star
lady you may wonder but i must shave
shave those that Matter
you winder about me don't you, now?
who is he?
is he an angel as emma claimed
or devil's favourite sone
a player's joke
a player or a hopeless romantic
slightly feminine in aspects of love
you wonder now don't ya?
i cut myself in front of the library mirror as
you wandered
innes liked my shave and A
and i assured him every now and then these things happen
you wonder if i am biased and complex and awandering soul
or I m living up to a reputation
guarding those who taint me
lady
i swear by thy smile
I dont cast or stereotype
all but those who stereotype me
and i pay in kind not in kindness
cursed by a poisonous ascendant
that does not allow me to rise above my rising star
lady you may wonder but i must shave
shave those that Matter
dearest dark day
dearesr dark day
I can write a poem on you
but you have made yourself too common this may and june
these are my recovering months
when i think of the birthday girls
this is when i sleep in raglan
not raggleton
your darkness will not kill me
you can go darker i have seen worse
this is not the winter of 1963
nor this London
No poet has to die yet...
and how can you scare a man that has sseen
his mom die
go darkness and death find another dirth
I can write a poem on you
but you have made yourself too common this may and june
these are my recovering months
when i think of the birthday girls
this is when i sleep in raglan
not raggleton
your darkness will not kill me
you can go darker i have seen worse
this is not the winter of 1963
nor this London
No poet has to die yet...
and how can you scare a man that has sseen
his mom die
go darkness and death find another dirth
Even amidst fierce flames the golden lotus can be planted
In India they say lotus
grows in the dirt grime of soil
if you did not want to succeed
why did you try
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Suneal Anand Kumar Varma
grows in the dirt grime of soil
if you did not want to succeed
why did you try
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Suneal Anand Kumar Varma
"agar murga nahi bola to kya subha nahin hogee" - Anand Kumar Todarmal Varma
The sun does not depend on the crowing of the cock.
sophocles and the elektra complex
dad loves him more than me
what can we do?
lament
torment
disrobe
life is a play
lets banish him
he's my brother and i want him
but dad can give me fame fortuna and may be
farce me in exchange
what can we do?
lament
torment
disrobe
life is a play
lets banish him
he's my brother and i want him
but dad can give me fame fortuna and may be
farce me in exchange
last night
sugar came in
a procession of ants that went into the temple
i called them machines and meant robots
he heard mushrooms
his whore laughed
but the temple was dark
bus did not stop
dark rains not falter
opens her heart
hug the clouds
it's a pass
a procession of ants that went into the temple
i called them machines and meant robots
he heard mushrooms
his whore laughed
but the temple was dark
bus did not stop
dark rains not falter
opens her heart
hug the clouds
it's a pass
Run homophobia run
black lit by yellow light at midnight
mosquitoes and needed fan sweat at 12:00 am
stands a gay prostitute sizing guys
it's a big racket someone says fed by indian politicians
bandra station
as bandra remains a place where libido runs high
mohan, 1996
all those catholic chicks in mini skirts man.
hill road and old castle churches
on ancient bazaars and chinese food
bandra station is where muslims pray on the road
and kababs burn in oil
and green mint non-sweet chutney
chutney is a chelsea word in NZ
a guy just as train arrives
the last train is at 1:30
makes a face: where do they come from
as he takes a seat in II class
as hoods come in search
he runs he hides jumps on the wrong side
climbs harried stairs over to the ghetto side
yes ghetto, you read it right :)
takes an autorickshaw a three-wheeler
that goes to santa cruz airport lane
he walks a bit
its a bite egg scrambled in garlic and tomatoes and chillies and salt
catches the train
last train at 1:30
mosquitoes and needed fan sweat at 12:00 am
stands a gay prostitute sizing guys
it's a big racket someone says fed by indian politicians
bandra station
as bandra remains a place where libido runs high
mohan, 1996
all those catholic chicks in mini skirts man.
hill road and old castle churches
on ancient bazaars and chinese food
bandra station is where muslims pray on the road
and kababs burn in oil
and green mint non-sweet chutney
chutney is a chelsea word in NZ
a guy just as train arrives
the last train is at 1:30
makes a face: where do they come from
as he takes a seat in II class
as hoods come in search
he runs he hides jumps on the wrong side
climbs harried stairs over to the ghetto side
yes ghetto, you read it right :)
takes an autorickshaw a three-wheeler
that goes to santa cruz airport lane
he walks a bit
its a bite egg scrambled in garlic and tomatoes and chillies and salt
catches the train
last train at 1:30
NOTE to SELF: midnight train poems...a section a common thread...a submission
for witi...
try a different angel
yahweh
my arabian fantasy friend
those who call angels with silver wings
are women with steel knives
afraid romanticism out of knock
gently hearts careful blinds
my arabian fantasy friend
those who call angels with silver wings
are women with steel knives
afraid romanticism out of knock
gently hearts careful blinds
5 o clock shadows
rain warmth heat
garlic
too much shaking...too much m0ving
hit the streets may be the all night Mcdonald
chose to close only today. hit starmart tranee indian
no pies in the bake
starbucks closed
burgerking closed
everything closed but
foodtown's half drowned pretty chinese
worked since last night
what are you doing so early sir
liquid yoghurt
burning burner make note
broysenberry will reduce heat
as i drowse
drag back the street
under my feet
get Cs. C is a plus is a pass
sleep and send picsents to mum
cafe cool south african job starts next semester
one flies over cuckoos nest tomorrow
goodspeed
heat clarity sunshine moves to the next semester
pip starts and hyde's unsure
garlic
too much shaking...too much m0ving
hit the streets may be the all night Mcdonald
chose to close only today. hit starmart tranee indian
no pies in the bake
starbucks closed
burgerking closed
everything closed but
foodtown's half drowned pretty chinese
worked since last night
what are you doing so early sir
liquid yoghurt
burning burner make note
broysenberry will reduce heat
as i drowse
drag back the street
under my feet
get Cs. C is a plus is a pass
sleep and send picsents to mum
cafe cool south african job starts next semester
one flies over cuckoos nest tomorrow
goodspeed
heat clarity sunshine moves to the next semester
pip starts and hyde's unsure
bleed gently little droplet of rain
a slight iraqi knock on the afghan snow
a gentle dip dash dooey doo
i believe in jamie's ghosts
they tell him before they tell you
a gentle dip dash dooey doo
i believe in jamie's ghosts
they tell him before they tell you
the yellow cifra stone that clears
the poison in his system to know
number 0 and number 1
have the same name
number too is destiny
that may happen 7 out of 10
yeah but these women
they want nothing superficial and they
dress in that way to get what they look
you get what you pay for
justin says
as takinini's lioness
dweliberating
call him leave him
what does one do with you Suneal
treat me as one knight treats another
soon the lights will go
women
now what the heck is the matter here
flash looking shampooed
and ready for any disaster
heels and boots
and dash - dash - dashing
with tick tock sounds
lipstick in place
on aluminium days
that turns into a fizzle
and these angels
hair in place
flash looking shampooed
and ready for any disaster
heels and boots
and dash - dash - dashing
with tick tock sounds
lipstick in place
on aluminium days
that turns into a fizzle
and these angels
hair in place
suneal
suneal
suneal
do you hear me?
stop using women as fuel for poetry.
yes boss, i hear ye!
we come to the point
where irene returns to scorpio
in the blue sky foxed
by tree force heaven
standing at 312
reduced by 10 from january
and febraury
just before it started
virtually graves o pen
in the blue sky foxed
by tree force heaven
standing at 312
reduced by 10 from january
and febraury
just before it started
virtually graves o pen
familiar steps
as the dark lark of a dying spark wakes to grey dreary weary day
i go in
a warmth
goose pimples
it could be the heater
it could be hyde.
i go in
a warmth
goose pimples
it could be the heater
it could be hyde.
cool
it's the cool that keeps
you alive on sylvia mornings`
```````````````````````````i`ts the wet th`at ``````````````````
keeps you in the run
interested
a little more and bombay drowns
a little less and south island dries
you alive on sylvia mornings`
```````````````````````````i`ts the wet th`at ``````````````````
keeps you in the run
interested
a little more and bombay drowns
a little less and south island dries
he is
sharp as a syone that falls and rises
dark as the cave that goes underground
fire in his belly
fire in his ass
fire in his soul
he is quick to the fore
and breaks rules
dangerous that we must control
alt and delete
dirt as the grime on queen street
saint and a sinner
devil's favourite child
and goes wild and wild and wild and wild and wild
dark as the cave that goes underground
fire in his belly
fire in his ass
fire in his soul
he is quick to the fore
and breaks rules
dangerous that we must control
alt and delete
dirt as the grime on queen street
saint and a sinner
devil's favourite child
and goes wild and wild and wild and wild and wild
beauty is south african
a safari that kills its gods
a thirst that brings a burst
a chili that lives its dreams
but thinks of a night without a kiss
a night with a strange smile
a knife in the heart of the midnight
a dark and beautiful night from a life
that grew and burst in a little heart
a test that I failed
an edge that takes a plunge in a green
rural waterfall
in indian tribal zone
they smoke a root
that reels
a branch a twig
they live like this for thousand years
while the politicians throw shoes
at eachother in the part lament
greatest democracy
sure is. shit like everything else
a thirst that brings a burst
a chili that lives its dreams
but thinks of a night without a kiss
a night with a strange smile
a knife in the heart of the midnight
a dark and beautiful night from a life
that grew and burst in a little heart
a test that I failed
an edge that takes a plunge in a green
rural waterfall
in indian tribal zone
they smoke a root
that reels
a branch a twig
they live like this for thousand years
while the politicians throw shoes
at eachother in the part lament
greatest democracy
sure is. shit like everything else
white churches
stand at a cross road where cops meet artists for lunch
music is a step brother
and then a loop and then a fall
huge fall
backpacker's fall
little sparrows fall
autumn falls
syrup falls
canada falls
the train rises shines shrill hides
so lola started the fire
must read ahead in years of the wolf
black smoke
green slope
rangatito rides
and across the edge is a firegod's weapon
where tygers never go
it's called parnell
as a candle burns in an anglican church...
music is a step brother
and then a loop and then a fall
huge fall
backpacker's fall
little sparrows fall
autumn falls
syrup falls
canada falls
the train rises shines shrill hides
so lola started the fire
must read ahead in years of the wolf
black smoke
green slope
rangatito rides
and across the edge is a firegod's weapon
where tygers never go
it's called parnell
as a candle burns in an anglican church...
forgotten and missing
how can someone forget a day like this
or
how do you remember
a dark winters
forgetable day
that has forgotten you
if only i can use more chillies
so i can wake up
after the whirls in Southern cambridge
Northern Hamilton
Hermit seeks love
with a definite sense of negativity
This is NZ
neither Canada
nor Iraq
intimacy seeks a lioness
under a forgotten sunshine tree
in africa
or
how do you remember
a dark winters
forgetable day
that has forgotten you
if only i can use more chillies
so i can wake up
after the whirls in Southern cambridge
Northern Hamilton
Hermit seeks love
with a definite sense of negativity
This is NZ
neither Canada
nor Iraq
intimacy seeks a lioness
under a forgotten sunshine tree
in africa
as a literature student
and i do think
of myself as that
there are three words
i cannot get rid of
subversive
eclectic
and dark
of myself as that
there are three words
i cannot get rid of
subversive
eclectic
and dark
washboard
the day is a washboard
the night is stuck to the day making the
white gray
some stubborn leaves refuse to leave
but i am pertinent
my little child Emma
got lost in a Rajastani Fair
the black monkeys scared the red monkeys on rooftops
in Nathdwara
chelna was engaged and shocks were heartfelt
sandee keeps his eyes open
the night is stuck to the day making the
white gray
some stubborn leaves refuse to leave
but i am pertinent
my little child Emma
got lost in a Rajastani Fair
the black monkeys scared the red monkeys on rooftops
in Nathdwara
chelna was engaged and shocks were heartfelt
sandee keeps his eyes open
white
circles on 8th...you were born and the churches
and the drama and the white church came to me
we are going on mad ever increasing circles
blowing lights off
going away into the oblivion
i am forced to think of you
and all ghosts that surround you
and all destinies that pull me
fool me
claudia st and university roads
and somewhere in the outbacks you live
where sheeps look as big as cow
and rain lashes on your windscreen
in
revenge of a last life dream
you probably sing in Chile
and that's cool
the mules and horses to keep you company
stars come out from nowhere
and moons to nowhere go
and the drama and the white church came to me
we are going on mad ever increasing circles
blowing lights off
going away into the oblivion
i am forced to think of you
and all ghosts that surround you
and all destinies that pull me
fool me
claudia st and university roads
and somewhere in the outbacks you live
where sheeps look as big as cow
and rain lashes on your windscreen
in
revenge of a last life dream
you probably sing in Chile
and that's cool
the mules and horses to keep you company
stars come out from nowhere
and moons to nowhere go
4 am
not the 343 4 am
but the yellow towel
hot shower
lost key 4 am
waiting walking hostel night
yellow towel
red jumps
oh its not cold just rain warm
almost hot
300 circles
and a mom call later
the sexy Brazilian caretaker comes
drunk by Descarga Gabbana
Gheto Poetry
Curled black Brazilian hair
say niceties, flatter even flirt
get her to open the Sesame
good night her gorgeous
sleep at 5.00
relaxed Nigh
but the yellow towel
hot shower
lost key 4 am
waiting walking hostel night
yellow towel
red jumps
oh its not cold just rain warm
almost hot
300 circles
and a mom call later
the sexy Brazilian caretaker comes
drunk by Descarga Gabbana
Gheto Poetry
Curled black Brazilian hair
say niceties, flatter even flirt
get her to open the Sesame
good night her gorgeous
sleep at 5.00
relaxed Nigh
burning burning
ham,ilton burns a trail of 500 weed blown leaves
autumn's tiger leaves
dangerous dire diego's leaf
speeding at farm hey one
across the small towns of 50
at 80 singing
yeh duniya
vasant always speeds a give or take of 10
his generosity
and this is the first time i saw
a cop in shadows of blue and red
haunting experience
it's 3 in the morning and in the inner most NZ
are small houses
and clouds ready to be painted
and put in the pink Achubhai walls
a lone walker walks
i am 5
love that little blue grey rhino free with tooth paste
burning fields with no lights
torrential rains burn my soul.
there's Brian marching again
as mary cries...oh mary cries
autumn's tiger leaves
dangerous dire diego's leaf
speeding at farm hey one
across the small towns of 50
at 80 singing
yeh duniya
vasant always speeds a give or take of 10
his generosity
and this is the first time i saw
a cop in shadows of blue and red
haunting experience
it's 3 in the morning and in the inner most NZ
are small houses
and clouds ready to be painted
and put in the pink Achubhai walls
a lone walker walks
i am 5
love that little blue grey rhino free with tooth paste
burning fields with no lights
torrential rains burn my soul.
there's Brian marching again
as mary cries...oh mary cries
flurry
thames
Pairoa
tauranga
cambridge
hamilton
Pairoa
tauranga
cambridge
hamilton
300 dollars
blue red flashing flashing
and a plethora comes loose
registration WoF one way no way this way that way give way
learners restricted fully
old new prices
oil
still ask me why i don't cargo
beware of dvorak
it's a changing world with people dead on computers
and fickle brunettes that forget you fiercely
as if saying to you
the veggie pie is not halal
as if saying tim is a good muslim
he drinks not..is sincere
and fickle brunettes that forget you fiercely
as if saying to you
the veggie pie is not halal
as if saying tim is a good muslim
he drinks not..is sincere
but what about pork
the riblet that makes guineas go
sovereigns swing and mud trails
gone concrete nothing remains
dont be hard on you.
kathrynisms
your mountains stretch on
as dogs gain supremacy over peacocks
oven kills candles
burns earth
vulcan dug and neon winks
red buses electric buses
no plasticuised promiscuity
peacocks dance in rajastan rains
brian marches in italian heat
tim sails to new horizans
as dogs gain supremacy over peacocks
oven kills candles
burns earth
vulcan dug and neon winks
red buses electric buses
no plasticuised promiscuity
peacocks dance in rajastan rains
brian marches in italian heat
tim sails to new horizans
pebbkes in your pockets
particular for when you lie
waiheke is a place
and kath
no woman an isle
dark
clear night
red bus passed
Sahyadri Mountains Bombay
Poona. a speck,
a firefly sped motorway 100
Shivaji fought Moghals
Bajirao died
loyalty, valour, honesty, sincerity
and abstract nouns
red bus passed
Sahyadri Mountains Bombay
Poona. a speck,
a firefly sped motorway 100
Shivaji fought Moghals
Bajirao died
loyalty, valour, honesty, sincerity
and abstract nouns
the lake in the distance.
The stars playing catch and cook.
The moon fickle behind clouds.
warm air flowing. A reassuring
mother's heart first born takes first steps.
freezing. fireflies warm. fire in bellies.
garlic chutney.
Pop gates closed
Thus the red church gates closed
No comments...Not the comments
just poems closed
my friend at albert
yes Columbus needs to be closed
Irene met with
cannons will fire on a sunny morning
before Raglan
No comments...Not the comments
just poems closed
my friend at albert
yes Columbus needs to be closed
Irene met with
cannons will fire on a sunny morning
before Raglan
destroy it distribute it decimate it
demolish. dagwood. doctrine it dub it.devote it
my words are yours
ra`in gods
you should know...it's summer time
mom needs rains
blow blow blow
attack the earth and the sky
water the plantyss
water the sea
blast the heat into space
seas rising
mom's smiling
she went to the tomb of our favourite saint
i am tired...tried and tested
mom needs rains
blow blow blow
attack the earth and the sky
water the plantyss
water the sea
blast the heat into space
seas rising
mom's smiling
she went to the tomb of our favourite saint
i am tired...tried and tested
It's the back
that halal cave of vegetarian delights
cannot do justice to
I research cafes before i fly to raglan
nobody is going to understand a word i write
cannot do justice to
I research cafes before i fly to raglan
nobody is going to understand a word i write
seek i parnell's anglican ghost
the 343 came back to me
futile as leaves fell on graves
hopless as ships left shores
we had our little world and our worlds had us
we needed air and rains
alone we are
collaborated a storm
then peace nothing nowhere
a few drinks some might have
nowhere no one goes
did irene shake me
or was it parnell that came out of nowhere
nowhere
your depression scared me
but happy pill and you pop
I need my lemon tea
futile as leaves fell on graves
hopless as ships left shores
we had our little world and our worlds had us
we needed air and rains
alone we are
collaborated a storm
then peace nothing nowhere
a few drinks some might have
nowhere no one goes
did irene shake me
or was it parnell that came out of nowhere
nowhere
your depression scared me
but happy pill and you pop
I need my lemon tea
anticlimax
we build a storm
we cried the rains
we rusted blood
is crazy tiger's tarnished tale
of a predator that no one could befriend
grey spikes and bats hang upside down
as used paper weighs my books
my exam papers that i will buy comics for
mom always supported my trespasses
my galavant need to study less. Enjoy
this is the last page
something will give
we cried the rains
we rusted blood
is crazy tiger's tarnished tale
of a predator that no one could befriend
grey spikes and bats hang upside down
as used paper weighs my books
my exam papers that i will buy comics for
mom always supported my trespasses
my galavant need to study less. Enjoy
this is the last page
something will give
saddened by jesters no smile smile
a huge journey at the story's end
why do i want to cry
maybe home beckons me
but where
a vagabond gone too far
a desert storm into the sea
why do i want to bleed
who's thinking of me
the bed is too hot
this winter is blowing steam!
just one windblown kites
getting barbed on a terrace
i am just sleepless and tired
maybe home beckons me
but where
a vagabond gone too far
a desert storm into the sea
why do i want to bleed
who's thinking of me
the bed is too hot
this winter is blowing steam!
just one windblown kites
getting barbed on a terrace
i am just sleepless and tired
so tired so empty
wanted to be with one not a huge party
anne betrayed me with a kiss
and i have not really slep
its hot and only 5:34
dark and the end
do not want to be with everyone
do not want to be alone
it's a childhood thing
when guys watched axes
i spoke to one person
loved one for a while
a long empty rod of the one
emma had 22 ones
tomorrow is her day
i am niether here nor day
neither old nor new
neither love nor lust
neither company nor alone
my fav illustrators and designers
and flash makers are gone
i am tired but no sleep
happy but no song
i seek a shelter from the storm
and i will miss the storm
being different will cost you
always
anne betrayed me with a kiss
and i have not really slep
its hot and only 5:34
dark and the end
do not want to be with everyone
do not want to be alone
it's a childhood thing
when guys watched axes
i spoke to one person
loved one for a while
a long empty rod of the one
emma had 22 ones
tomorrow is her day
i am niether here nor day
neither old nor new
neither love nor lust
neither company nor alone
my fav illustrators and designers
and flash makers are gone
i am tired but no sleep
happy but no song
i seek a shelter from the storm
and i will miss the storm
being different will cost you
always
i shave
the exam paper needs to see how handsome i am
i print free copies, it's a sin from aut
need to recycle by giving it to Michele
i love trout
it's a bloody classic
design photography art elam's who's who
art is a costly piece of work
eddy's staring at the computer as if he's gonna eat it
with some taco sauce and coco fish
i need to set an alarm and sleep
like i did in Xth Std.
I need to concentrate
I need to concentrate
the girl besides me has big lackberry brambles
i print free copies, it's a sin from aut
need to recycle by giving it to Michele
i love trout
it's a bloody classic
design photography art elam's who's who
art is a costly piece of work
eddy's staring at the computer as if he's gonna eat it
with some taco sauce and coco fish
i need to set an alarm and sleep
like i did in Xth Std.
I need to concentrate
I need to concentrate
the girl besides me has big lackberry brambles
exam
flushing with a kick
brushing with maclean extreme
printed 30 pages must read
must recycle
happy with my poetry
joyous of chalk
stone castle church has my favourite red
talk to connections
exploring in chinese
bill gate is...
you know it
sitting 289th stone 58 away
from Irene minus her scorpio initial poems
singing ghazals
veil is happy
i breathe
brushing with maclean extreme
printed 30 pages must read
must recycle
happy with my poetry
joyous of chalk
stone castle church has my favourite red
talk to connections
exploring in chinese
bill gate is...
you know it
sitting 289th stone 58 away
from Irene minus her scorpio initial poems
singing ghazals
veil is happy
i breathe
Feel sorry for my japanese flatties
walls are thin
they shy
I sigh leave at seven
hope they find their condom in the dark
hope they find their love in the light....
they shy
I sigh leave at seven
hope they find their condom in the dark
hope they find their love in the light....
he une bhi meri tarah junoon
to phir mujme unmein yeh farq kyoon
mein dariste gum se na nikal saka
woh wajoode gum se nikal gaye
I found font size 8
too small
too very small as my eyesight just holds
barely manages
Brian Flaherty's
too very small as my eyesight just holds
barely manages
Brian Flaherty's
answer is Verdana 10
No need to +
my poetry again
This A or Stella's mail
Or irene's smile
like Emma's love
and Mom's life
and my poetry
like Emma's love
and Mom's life
and my poetry
is not gonna last forever
but while it's there
the first and only drafts of life
I am joy personified
Joy is a funny thing
takes me back to translate
Selina's PI song
Carlo's rich tan
and Lisa's creativity
her son...her best.
that night with stephanie and karen
people who think i am a player dont know me at all
i write poetry for dead women
and believe more in hugs
than kisses let alone sex
a player
i write poetry for dead women
and believe more in hugs
than kisses let alone sex
a player
don't measure me with numbers
they mean nothing if feelings are not there
don't measure me with a lame lesbian lament
I spoke to you all night
we hugged and went to sleep in individual
electric blankets
we ate not plums like williams told Caroline to proclaim
but just Bacon crisped by oil and salt
I'm a player
the only think I play is cricket
i am not a grasshopper either
tinfoil paperdoll
darling Anne heaven's little angel and yellow river song
disturbed paper
me
sorry
flower's little red storm
sunday markets
bleeding winds
spilling coffee's cleavage running pink
an A is a relief an ecstacy
in muddled river thrown
two many objects
clarity is not my name
carried away & old well
shaking bending with maple's
unclarity
a dusty brown mud
rollicks in orange and hay
wellington's back
a small park
with no god
a white marble lady
a dream that is gone
a greenflowing window in a haze
of morbidity
Brian marches on smiles and songs
sensai sleeps...winterstormbleeds
an A is a relief an ecstacy
in muddled river thrown
two many objects
clarity is not my name
carried away & old well
shaking bending with maple's
unclarity
a dusty brown mud
rollicks in orange and hay
wellington's back
a small park
with no god
a white marble lady
a dream that is gone
a greenflowing window in a haze
of morbidity
Brian marches on smiles and songs
sensai sleeps...winterstormbleeds
you rastafarian magician
you held my hand in a Jamaican tune
cast off bad spirits from that couch
you told me to go ahead and live
you taught me joy shredding my pain
your smile brought tears and caring
brought pain and made pain go
you are a magic onto thyself
a lovely lady that words dont measure
it was a stormy night where candles smiled
cast off bad spirits from that couch
you told me to go ahead and live
you taught me joy shredding my pain
your smile brought tears and caring
brought pain and made pain go
you are a magic onto thyself
a lovely lady that words dont measure
it was a stormy night where candles smiled
rhyming winds chiming windmills
oh Irene thee thy distant shore
a burning fire, an icy floor
somewhere you opened a window and closed a door
the blue ice, the green leafed storm
an ancient well where you buried the bow
the sails are bright...tears died
the fountain will not smash a decisive blow
a little elf knows your shame
your friend drowns in bali winds
your life bleeds into a happy familiar midnight bright stream
and sometimes you still dream of you
a burning fire, an icy floor
somewhere you opened a window and closed a door
the blue ice, the green leafed storm
an ancient well where you buried the bow
the sails are bright...tears died
the fountain will not smash a decisive blow
a little elf knows your shame
your friend drowns in bali winds
your life bleeds into a happy familiar midnight bright stream
and sometimes you still dream of you
Barren
empty, lonely, soundless as the rain produces heat
a confused second chapter to love
a city hopper goes to surfy sands
a lie will unfold the great tragedy
life goes on
a confused second chapter to love
a city hopper goes to surfy sands
a lie will unfold the great tragedy
life goes on
My friend Daniel
who drinks midnight coffee
the german who sits with arab and jews
as night bleeds song and poetry on
a queen st corner that cries Wallah
under the American Consulate
talks of kabab and shabab as blacks mix
with persians and canadians
it's the bloody UN
a piece of German wall lies in his Berlin home
as he calls his dad
to find his moon sign
capricorn it is
and night sings to wallah
the german who sits with arab and jews
as night bleeds song and poetry on
a queen st corner that cries Wallah
under the American Consulate
talks of kabab and shabab as blacks mix
with persians and canadians
it's the bloody UN
a piece of German wall lies in his Berlin home
as he calls his dad
to find his moon sign
capricorn it is
and night sings to wallah
svar (the tune - sound of music, the tone, the poetry)
svar of...
trigger happy chalk
if child is father of man, who's father of child?
Irene's imaginary sound of her smiley eye
ban hamburgers & riblets!
leaves buried and flying
oracle
my mother's picture with a glass of milk
learn the language from a tutor
wild blue
skies
wallet all cards and a nokia peeking out
trigger happy chalk
if child is father of man, who's father of child?
Irene's imaginary sound of her smiley eye
ban hamburgers & riblets!
leaves buried and flying
oracle
my mother's picture with a glass of milk
learn the language from a tutor
wild blue
skies
wallet all cards and a nokia peeking out
yellow paper in the archives
red pencils in a cornersharpened teeththe breathlessnesstroubledaround 12as haunted moresisles missedsepiapirateseverywheremy tigre picturewounded up inthe special collectionglovedi wash my handsthe undertonescopy innsfirst visithaunted as hellchew pencilszebra tapatranslate this
new morning new life
it's a new morning irene and you tell me
that you are at a rock concert in germany
your boyfriend awaits you in holland
and the memories we created on feb 16
by the fountains under the tree
is albert's dream and seasons change
life moves to raglan smiles return
there's only one irene...one suneal
travelers move and bollywood claims
dont set eyes on birds one day
they will go home
that you are at a rock concert in germany
your boyfriend awaits you in holland
and the memories we created on feb 16
by the fountains under the tree
is albert's dream and seasons change
life moves to raglan smiles return
there's only one irene...one suneal
travelers move and bollywood claims
dont set eyes on birds one day
they will go home
it's raining
and mom is smiling
as earth heats the plastic that we throw
iraq burns
iran burns
you still want to ask me
why i dont bye that car
as earth heats the plastic that we throw
iraq burns
iran burns
you still want to ask me
why i dont bye that car
christ
does everything have to be a poem?
they are dust they are ashes they are clay soil mud
the poets you write poetry to...
sylvia, let's see
sam mao
and then
robyn hide
now it's
mary stanley
they are dust they are ashes they are clay soil mud
the poets you write poetry to...
sylvia, let's see
sam mao
and then
robyn hide
now it's
mary stanley
it's the soul my friend
never sought bodies
while lesbians defame
it's humanity i seek
in poets and soldiers
and sometimes
just sometimes
they speak to me
rains have come
the rains have come
the pain has gone
the boredom
and the 40 degree monogamy
granddaughter's here
burning sands dont bite
days dont stretch like a bad bollywood movie
with lousy songs
frogs dance peacocks sing
soil is no longer thirsty
steam leaves the core
mom is smiling
the pain has gone
the boredom
and the 40 degree monogamy
granddaughter's here
burning sands dont bite
days dont stretch like a bad bollywood movie
with lousy songs
frogs dance peacocks sing
soil is no longer thirsty
steam leaves the core
mom is smiling
6 pm
alarm goes off
no drama today
the stage lies cold
barren like an african sand
empty like the black hole
directionless as usual
no drama today
the stage lies cold
barren like an african sand
empty like the black hole
directionless as usual
M made bond
dodge bullets on escalators
transcribe russian pavements in venice
read the code of conduct in public places
translate various stratas of ethical codes
concentrate on guns and gadgets not girls
kill the right enemy
design safes and survive the web of deceit
M made Bond
transcribe russian pavements in venice
read the code of conduct in public places
translate various stratas of ethical codes
concentrate on guns and gadgets not girls
kill the right enemy
design safes and survive the web of deceit
M made Bond
The End
thus ended another section…jack don’t you recognize death…well i don’t care if soldiers die…or songs haunt and tears subside. drama is not just about acting. there are no small roles just small actors. there is a hierarchy but not here. so john is this the end? of course not my olive tree it’s just the beginning. since ohhhh it is the end …of the play. not the world! learning is everywhere as you dismantle lights. blacken floors. create pictures for your mom. lose your warm jacket. keep old friends lose new ones. learn to sweep, vacuum, bow, smile, chant, dance, sing, after all the river is flowing…flowing and growing down to the sea. The stage is barren and pulled down and robbies bombs and Lorenzo and Lorenzo and fire and fire and water and stolen lamps and beeping cell phones and dancing whores and life.
back to black
robbie was shot thrice
i missed cheers
the priest came good...the bloody pretender
chelsea was sensational
michele was reassurance and smiles and depth
and inspiration
renee a trusted friend
it was a full house a great happy concentrated full house
and murray took the bow
the lkady took pictures
the kind and lovely lady murray's friend
black spills...lights out...end of the world
i find beer in my blood
huh the poet is an orangutang
rob and me find kingsland a land with
beautiful girls
and no burgers just falafel
a burglar for dollar ten
hmmm
lovely lovely lovely lady
mel's gone. chris' on
naomi's children with babysitter
i missed cheers
the priest came good...the bloody pretender
chelsea was sensational
michele was reassurance and smiles and depth
and inspiration
renee a trusted friend
it was a full house a great happy concentrated full house
and murray took the bow
the lkady took pictures
the kind and lovely lady murray's friend
black spills...lights out...end of the world
i find beer in my blood
huh the poet is an orangutang
rob and me find kingsland a land with
beautiful girls
and no burgers just falafel
a burglar for dollar ten
hmmm
lovely lovely lovely lady
mel's gone. chris' on
naomi's children with babysitter
Night at meadowbank
The black spills on the floor
and it is over. The beginning of the end...
Last show where the priest came good as a naomi song
and falafel with kings chillie in the land of french accents
met karen and stephanie
goddesses...and the great soul who does not believe in orangutan
chris....
warmth cuddly never ending athene stephanie warmth of electric blankets
hold your heart
three good people at once...gods are smiling
they look 24 these chicks
beauty and brains and class and humane
and it is over. The beginning of the end...
Last show where the priest came good as a naomi song
and falafel with kings chillie in the land of french accents
met karen and stephanie
goddesses...and the great soul who does not believe in orangutan
chris....
warmth cuddly never ending athene stephanie warmth of electric blankets
hold your heart
three good people at once...gods are smiling
they look 24 these chicks
beauty and brains and class and humane
Rob brother Rob
lamb to Christ
Lamb to the core
all heart all soul
french have lost
as S gives the world a run
K is the warm one
Both taken but yet nothing matters as songs go on
coco chips in a nice car
all night talk...love forever thing
flowers their smiles bring
Rob wanted to celebrate and I have a few beers
its not me but the intoxication of your eyes get to me
your electric blanket keeps me warm
wish it was you
though karen heals me with a few words
rustafarian words. dr. healer. goddess
stephanie - with steffy you need to protect your heart
lovely...night goes on
police stings
elvis strings
madonna kylie
K my fair lady
71 72 my favourite numbers
Longest most beautiful night
rather hold your hands and hug than make love to number one model
chris' grotesque stomach is sex on wheels
am i in love? is this magic
i dont know but i have made friends tonight
yes friends
Breakfast is black
cofffee & ham
around the house he's great help
I watch helplessly
its beautiful
family having marmalade
flatmates from future po in like hash browns
hugs and promises and dreams and attractions
life is beautiful...chris always happy
karen always lovely
steff always sexy
rob the ultimate gemtleman
i found a family
cool winds blows in auckland tonight
last is the last of the last
first was good
second a warning to not forget the props
third a goner
fourth a riot because of 5
five confused strange
sixth concentrated intense drama lisa
seventh the last...
first was good
second a warning to not forget the props
third a goner
fourth a riot because of 5
five confused strange
sixth concentrated intense drama lisa
seventh the last...
only
only a wicked man
will refuse a generous soul
only a god refuses to see the truth
only insecurity causes hatred
only summer brings the rain
only parnell brings a host of spirits
only may brings june
if only only could the one
if only one would be the only
will refuse a generous soul
only a god refuses to see the truth
only insecurity causes hatred
only summer brings the rain
only parnell brings a host of spirits
only may brings june
if only only could the one
if only one would be the only
entangled in your nets
your legs kept me warm in summer
your nets fished hooks in winter
your smile gave me hell in autumn
your frown froze me in chills
your eyes were coffee in cafe
your specks opened coffins in rains
your nets fished hooks in winter
your smile gave me hell in autumn
your frown froze me in chills
your eyes were coffee in cafe
your specks opened coffins in rains
last day: you will find me faceless
a little saddened by the rain...mom's loneliness
the mystics meet
gods step on fingers
last shot
crouching priest
afghan sank in christchurch river
swam to survive australia se la vee
the mystics meet
gods step on fingers
last shot
crouching priest
afghan sank in christchurch river
swam to survive australia se la vee
"you learn new things everyday dont you"
the priests is not coming
he was french
then thin
then cancelled
then fat and bent
then fat and English
but not coming at all
It's a bloody mess
indeed it is
he was french
then thin
then cancelled
then fat and bent
then fat and English
but not coming at all
It's a bloody mess
indeed it is
night's cold rob has disappeared
libraries are calling
the echo under the black cloth
does not give clarity
hot water does
drunken writers do
shaving in the bathroom does
one more day to go
prompt goes and playwright will be free
so will the prompt believe u me
milise in a giant ball mess again
The flies take off the mask
day 4 is gunning along
loud loud bombs
woodcutters song and clap
that was not received
heartfelt luck was wished
God and me had a laugh in
the dressing room
loud loud bombs
woodcutters song and clap
that was not received
heartfelt luck was wished
God and me had a laugh in
the dressing room
The theatre is a different place every night
that's what i understood
got along with Robbie & saw blue skies together
Clarity
Focus on Clarity
Clarity
Deep breath upstairs
Clarity
the fat priest who arrived yesterday
cannot fit under the table
does not smoke weed in the ladies toilet
but drunk as hell
the silly detective was clear
the killrer in the audience confirmed
and my children my children stated
got along with Robbie & saw blue skies together
Clarity
Focus on Clarity
Clarity
Deep breath upstairs
Clarity
the fat priest who arrived yesterday
cannot fit under the table
does not smoke weed in the ladies toilet
but drunk as hell
the silly detective was clear
the killrer in the audience confirmed
and my children my children stated
but you know me I'm the shakespeare's moon
try to bury me and see how I rise.
but then the rebels are beating a retreat
and the end of the world is two nights away
they won't clap every night\
murray had said so
dont use clap as a clue i thought
audience smiled
not loud drama laughter
so i did not wait
for the punch
and silently took the blows
27 is the highest anyway!
time to cut small pippies
but a temporary truce between 300 and the one
cause a day will come when the false name of Shakespeare
and his vulture hyena slut Macbeth will be slaughtered
the beast is waking…2000 years of death has kept his alive
polish his halo's red maroon death song. he'd follow if the war is on.
the blue lights keep the backroom bright and sound is under control now.
My father in heaven enjoys the show. I do to. Third was the best as good as the
first.
cause a day will come when the false name of Shakespeare
and his vulture hyena slut Macbeth will be slaughtered
the beast is waking…2000 years of death has kept his alive
polish his halo's red maroon death song. he'd follow if the war is on.
the blue lights keep the backroom bright and sound is under control now.
My father in heaven enjoys the show. I do to. Third was the best as good as the
first.
Third thud
Third thud
It was beautiful and the audience lovely
drama students that valued poetry
my lines! I was happy with and yet
someone thought it was strange
Caesar was happy and gladiators free
to go the maroon night in front of Christ with lime cordial
and orange and beer and flat white such is life
something to talk about. Chelsea was sweet
but hunger did not abandon me at 00:45
and thus still haunted by Rob's tune
Chinese egg fried in my rice with spice
calm like the sea happy to be me
mom still complains and Murray felt that I should be clearer
in the stupid detective line but life is good
I'm enjoying drama like I should
It was beautiful and the audience lovely
drama students that valued poetry
my lines! I was happy with and yet
someone thought it was strange
Caesar was happy and gladiators free
to go the maroon night in front of Christ with lime cordial
and orange and beer and flat white such is life
something to talk about. Chelsea was sweet
but hunger did not abandon me at 00:45
and thus still haunted by Rob's tune
Chinese egg fried in my rice with spice
calm like the sea happy to be me
mom still complains and Murray felt that I should be clearer
in the stupid detective line but life is good
I'm enjoying drama like I should
Performance number three
the faithful came and the adrenaline showed
Murray was initially happy and Lorca is perfect
Lime cordial with the star
puppet at head level from the head the sound must come
you won't ever tell if I tell you
Murray was initially happy and Lorca is perfect
Lime cordial with the star
puppet at head level from the head the sound must come
you won't ever tell if I tell you
all well that ends well
the gladiators win freedom
the crowd is happy
Caesar is king
wait for the third
First day was sensational. all props in the dark
showed their ugly faces
torch in the pocket and mask in the suit
is the new face
faithful black
next day robbie got mixed up
but I recovered
The volcanoes and earthquakes shuddered
and no third
all three wed the day
5 5 5 5 5 5 5 5
anyone in 347 for 5
showed their ugly faces
torch in the pocket and mask in the suit
is the new face
faithful black
next day robbie got mixed up
but I recovered
The volcanoes and earthquakes shuddered
and no third
all three wed the day
5 5 5 5 5 5 5 5
anyone in 347 for 5
Choose whom you aid very carefully
if this was Kerala…the snake in the grass would finish you.
Check the globe sits so can be robbed
and black flaps when he always needed a virgin
half in light
half without
Check the globe sits so can be robbed
and black flaps when he always needed a virgin
half in light
half without
if you are brown walker
you are a most certainly
a stalker how can one
and how can Krsna says one blind lead another
under a table where puppets talk in a stutter
two in a gutter
a stalker how can one
and how can Krsna says one blind lead another
under a table where puppets talk in a stutter
two in a gutter
Warning to the Third World Traveler
This is the end of the world in a country that has no scorpions and snakes
but you could be a pigeon
and beware of the blind alleys that lead to deception
be not too nice to others
or they will search for motives
and make you what they the want the clay to fit!
Repeat after me: do not be nice!
There is no malaria or cholera
just paranoia
but you could be a pigeon
and beware of the blind alleys that lead to deception
be not too nice to others
or they will search for motives
and make you what they the want the clay to fit!
Repeat after me: do not be nice!
There is no malaria or cholera
just paranoia
It will be sad when this is over…
Will it be?
Though not because anyone has been particularly fair
we all have our dark secrets to hide
`we all have our roasted cashews that produce sulphur
too many mosquitoes in the country.
Though not because anyone has been particularly fair
we all have our dark secrets to hide
`we all have our roasted cashews that produce sulphur
too many mosquitoes in the country.
I told you
I told you I have learned
In drama everything is connected
the stage to lights
lights to mike
mikes to music
music to dialogue
dialogue to director
director to dancer
it's a game of collaboration
and I paid my part
I wanted to help in design and publicity anyway but
looks like that signed document
with the unreferenced entrée was lost.
In drama everything is connected
the stage to lights
lights to mike
mikes to music
music to dialogue
dialogue to director
director to dancer
it's a game of collaboration
and I paid my part
I wanted to help in design and publicity anyway but
looks like that signed document
with the unreferenced entrée was lost.
fate
faith can crack quite easily
in drama its who you know not what you know
mists will break silences
but muffle sights
two-facedness is the new niceness
No one knows where to stand
stick a paper and another and one to another
as characters are glued by shallow tape
suddenly the loved ones are warned
and their loved ones in a chain
you do not touch him
he's ungrammatical
that's where Pierrot loses his credibility
faith loses fate
in drama its who you know not what you know
mists will break silences
but muffle sights
two-facedness is the new niceness
No one knows where to stand
stick a paper and another and one to another
as characters are glued by shallow tape
suddenly the loved ones are warned
and their loved ones in a chain
you do not touch him
he's ungrammatical
that's where Pierrot loses his credibility
faith loses fate
Girl who loved little lawyers
In
appropriate behaviour has made me blush
smiling at a hopeless crush
your christian values
your samaon smile
things you have been through
your coffee in the open grey corner
outside the library
you have survived
you are strong
you are real
appropriate behaviour has made me blush
smiling at a hopeless crush
your christian values
your samaon smile
things you have been through
your coffee in the open grey corner
outside the library
you have survived
you are strong
you are real
a little sip of the chocolate on your lips
no
I do not seek a kiss
i like the way the muffin
sits
and your smart dress
flutter in the winds.
and the sound of your smile
and the smell of your lips
I do not seek a kiss
i like the way the muffin
sits
and your smart dress
flutter in the winds.
and the sound of your smile
and the smell of your lips
Booth SHOW
Booth SHOW
Mystics little pipe's dim wit
to the typewriter. listening? Drawing? cigarette from packet, gust Parrot
streetlight.
Unfaithful sleepy chain drags out in St Petersburg
Police mugshot are like marble and what whiteness! empty fairy tales and
unfortunate madman
Saxophone at the crossroads, In the grey twilight snowstorm songs
switches streetlamp whispered Cigarettes' fiery trail semi-muffled meeting
captivating Clown gloomy Flashing, flaming typing furiously
play the song in the end
Mystics little pipe's dim wit
to the typewriter. listening? Drawing? cigarette from packet, gust Parrot
streetlight.
Unfaithful sleepy chain drags out in St Petersburg
Police mugshot are like marble and what whiteness! empty fairy tales and
unfortunate madman
Saxophone at the crossroads, In the grey twilight snowstorm songs
switches streetlamp whispered Cigarettes' fiery trail semi-muffled meeting
captivating Clown gloomy Flashing, flaming typing furiously
play the song in the end
Shoot him dead
Break finances a bullet could kill a turkey's song
Four planes about to start bombarding
Million things in black
Million
Design and costume
And lines and emotions
And timing start before the other stops
rock…seating turn corners
warm voice
stretch massage gums
voice hair
Victoria looks up and smiles
chaos runs rampant and my little children echoes with fires
postion is crucial
timing paramount
tone essential
Four planes about to start bombarding
Million things in black
Million
Design and costume
And lines and emotions
And timing start before the other stops
rock…seating turn corners
warm voice
stretch massage gums
voice hair
Victoria looks up and smiles
chaos runs rampant and my little children echoes with fires
postion is crucial
timing paramount
tone essential
Ladies and gentlemen,
poet pleasure courage glimpse invented
Angels, lyres of dreams, coins dormant talkative playwrights
a trap by simple city people's immense torrent of on-lookers laugh, blazing
lights pale, ambushed playwright theatre cup of coffee
The globe Violins are smell of white lilies and stars?
Coward soccer player…in Spain plots a lie
ermine and silver painted flies
tacky warning from the Gods
Red bottoms in the kingdom of god
Sound of feathers in Titania's woods
Shepherd's bear
Crimson moon and blood
foyer foyer…and foyer!
Angels, lyres of dreams, coins dormant talkative playwrights
a trap by simple city people's immense torrent of on-lookers laugh, blazing
lights pale, ambushed playwright theatre cup of coffee
The globe Violins are smell of white lilies and stars?
Coward soccer player…in Spain plots a lie
ermine and silver painted flies
tacky warning from the Gods
Red bottoms in the kingdom of god
Sound of feathers in Titania's woods
Shepherd's bear
Crimson moon and blood
foyer foyer…and foyer!
I am not a Jew I am a Muslim
I don't believe in your god
Of sacred scared scarred vengeance
you pronounce but where is the rubber?
1947 was when India became free
And the optimistic curtain curtailed and still fell.
Of sacred scared scarred vengeance
you pronounce but where is the rubber?
1947 was when India became free
And the optimistic curtain curtailed and still fell.
The red light goes on
The red light goes on
Then blue then yellow
The stage is set
Then blue then yellow
The stage is set
Bravo
Uncle is dying of cancer and I talk to him
The Just a Position
wrestle with God, Jet of booth and
Puppet's Blood
where the fuck is the title
fragmentation, comedy and horror
innovative Professor fascinating theatre.
Puppet's Blood
where the fuck is the title
fragmentation, comedy and horror
innovative Professor fascinating theatre.
radical staged envisaged, searched
design, I tried
light I laboured and
publicise in 347
involvement is crucial
but I had been dealing with issues
not serious but impressive.
The positives came thick and fast
the third day got cancelled
I felt sad for Murray and me
some cared. some went home.
Naomi is sensational. Chelsea feels she should say it like this
as we bandage for the End of the World
The priest is fat pinching bums again
bums that have gone away but the atmosphere is positive and thus I feel like
coming in thesse black rooms
I felt sad for Murray and me
some cared. some went home.
Naomi is sensational. Chelsea feels she should say it like this
as we bandage for the End of the World
The priest is fat pinching bums again
bums that have gone away but the atmosphere is positive and thus I feel like
coming in thesse black rooms
Chelsea is a seductress
Chelsea is a seductress
and millions of guys
I love the plays
they are poetry and sadness has officially no meaning
my demotivation returns as our troops sick and me with an injured soldier
as God says "we don't want to cripple you"
and the prostitute laughs.
and millions of guys
I love the plays
they are poetry and sadness has officially no meaning
my demotivation returns as our troops sick and me with an injured soldier
as God says "we don't want to cripple you"
and the prostitute laughs.
The lines were plotted on a computer and my suggestions were ignored
till I lost voice and when I tried to give them silently
I was asked to deliver them loudly
I did not think of that sarcasm said
ignorance laughed
pissed off. Now I know why real life drama are not successful
in easy going culture
Victoria has been very helpful
and sometimes jumpers burn in the makeup lights
such is life
happens all the time
no need to worry
such is life
happens all the time
no need to worry
The play, I fumble
without a title just a hint of sarcasm and loads of curious surprise
as I am ushered away
Never want to collide with Robbie
or stamp on his finger in the blue light as it is difficult to
find my faithful black suit
and the stupid detective trench coat is it called
more ribbon screams for a tamer audience
my name is taken to denounce her later
Jamie's flat is Pune
feels like home
Stella is family
Steve had asked me to relax and enjoy
and I need cotton the cat
the violin
My lines are final and I enjoy myself
Flatmates kept me from paint but I did twist a few lights
the black room is a complex place.
Let the ushers remove those people that interrupt the play
Day one. Even I am good. We read the original text before Murray
does his intense magic and mystics become detectives
the Thompson with a p and without
the chairs have holes in them as Sophie's aunt says that
she's going to put bums on the chair
the first day is hilarious people laugh
murray is positive with me
and I pay back the compliment.
the screaming psycho scorpio flatmate is gone
and I am relaxed and haircut appreciated
I confirm it is show time
and feel one with the team
murray's card and words are sincere and touch us
our father in heaven is happy
we cue as lights go blue dark bright
Victoria is the queen
and the fairy saves the Chinese man who fell from the skylight
The theatre is alive and burning like a tiger
does his intense magic and mystics become detectives
the Thompson with a p and without
the chairs have holes in them as Sophie's aunt says that
she's going to put bums on the chair
the first day is hilarious people laugh
murray is positive with me
and I pay back the compliment.
the screaming psycho scorpio flatmate is gone
and I am relaxed and haircut appreciated
I confirm it is show time
and feel one with the team
murray's card and words are sincere and touch us
our father in heaven is happy
we cue as lights go blue dark bright
Victoria is the queen
and the fairy saves the Chinese man who fell from the skylight
The theatre is alive and burning like a tiger
Chelsea is awesome like Mel and rob who's kiwi humble
claps are real and the man with the funny hat congratulates me
I am stunned
I thought I was a bad actor…
Where did that come from?
the skylight or all night coffee place
hadn't Murray warned him about my accent and my grammar
We were splendid. the globe bounced as I asked, "Aren't you coming to the
rehearsal
This town is big enough for both of us
Sophie's massage idea is splendid. It really relaxes my shoulder
and my haircut has made my head light
Swiss wrist watch Italian wrist watch
Unique New York
and then
rob's river is flowing
flowing and growing
Rachael! God bless Rachael.
I have cleaned up my act and am more
present
line ready
attentive.
The Pirate scarf starts off Mel as characters appear
It was my idea and I am proud of it.
as the ribbon jet of blood
when the whore bites back without
pink lipstick on her nipples
what do you tell your childhood hero who is dying of cancer
There he was on on the phone laughing as if he had a cold
a muslim that my aunt married
a writer
a islam scholar
in his later years
who could not keep his son Muslim
our cousin sameer sharif
I dont know what to say i shake
I ask him how he is
he laughs like
when he read my first entry in my green diary at the pond that I lost
as i explained him sinbad movie, he was testing my spoken english
and he gave me his dubai shirts
as we flew paper planes
and read his believe it or not
and other books under the bed
and ran up and down the stairs
he loved my aunty
but can barely move but laugh in his strong voice
i say alhumdulillah
he says allah hu akbar
thank god for a few phrases in arabic
a muslim that my aunt married
a writer
a islam scholar
in his later years
who could not keep his son Muslim
our cousin sameer sharif
I dont know what to say i shake
I ask him how he is
he laughs like
when he read my first entry in my green diary at the pond that I lost
as i explained him sinbad movie, he was testing my spoken english
and he gave me his dubai shirts
as we flew paper planes
and read his believe it or not
and other books under the bed
and ran up and down the stairs
he loved my aunty
but can barely move but laugh in his strong voice
i say alhumdulillah
he says allah hu akbar
thank god for a few phrases in arabic
where have you put them
she touched my face today as I shaved and chopped
I told you it will all fall in place
You must find another person to trust with your frusts
I told you it will all fall in place
You must find another person to trust with your frusts
I need the nurse. Spell check my grammar. Amicable answers
give me your bits
give me your bits
minor bits of filth in the confessional
there you have it. Se la Vee. the green cock piece is humour taste
and I can hardly wait
though on last day I shall cry
71 bullets zero in
ke sera
ke sera
ke sera
sera
minor bits of filth in the confessional
there you have it. Se la Vee. the green cock piece is humour taste
and I can hardly wait
though on last day I shall cry
71 bullets zero in
ke sera
ke sera
ke sera
sera
there is kindness lost on a doctor's bad
the crew is sick
I'm third world immune to everything but aids and syphilis
and I don't want the whore
Don't hurt mummy. Dad
Don't hurt mummy. Dad
very bad
give me some earplugs to kill midsummers nocturnal emission
Murray Murray
Shakin like a steven
there's one in every class
and your pink hair laughs
stage management was for a reason
but print lost colour to gain balance
somethings gotta give
but it's showtime and I am an occasional man
the turtle's beads wont fall yet
infact they might never
there's one in every class
and your pink hair laughs
stage management was for a reason
but print lost colour to gain balance
somethings gotta give
but it's showtime and I am an occasional man
the turtle's beads wont fall yet
infact they might never
Katrina has the number now and tsunami is delayed forgotten
because the end of the world does take place but official has no meanings
unless you pony tailgate brown scarf as thunder yawns
and robbers balance to a new equilibrium
the mongrels will leave and bubble will burst
the rebels are beating a retreat
and shakespeare's moon is a mere lumberjack.
You said you will be happy to see the prompt go
Well M things hew is hard but fare
You wanted reality
I will take the roof off
it's you and its me
in any city
in any country
and I will be able to sing the song again
god has never stopped me
and god is on my side
against jews and other obscure races
You said you will be happy to see the prompt go
Well M things hew is hard but fare
You wanted reality
I will take the roof off
it's you and its me
in any city
in any country
and I will be able to sing the song again
god has never stopped me
and god is on my side
against jews and other obscure races
Drama dramas everywhere but not a drop to sink…
From the pile of jnryd.o (clothes in Dvorak) rises the princess
crimson lights a comedienne Lorenzo who is dying of your love
tiger tiger burning at Anglican church brightest
slim one walks. need amy to read my draft
a cold draft from a stony beach
crimson lights a comedienne Lorenzo who is dying of your love
tiger tiger burning at Anglican church brightest
slim one walks. need amy to read my draft
a cold draft from a stony beach
Dad still fixated on the grandfather clock
I declare the end of the world…
a text sent to Irene
Irene is a name of a black cat
brambled cat…
so what do I like
I love the comrades…I love the killing of the handsome young man
I love the world and everything is beautiful
I love Oh eternal horror oh eternal gloom
I hate…you won't ever give me way if I tell you.
I hate the one-sidedness and callous behaviour questioning mushrooms and
machines
I love the song. The air is for me October moon
Neither a stud nor a wimp I will be
men will live men will die
I will bleed in my poetry
It's a such a beautiful song that will be never sung again
DAILY DRAMA DIARY
BEFORE LUCIFER BECAME HIS WORST ENEMY. HE WAS GOD'S FAVOURITE ANGEL. THE ALL
NIGHT COFFEE PLACES IN SPAIN SEEMS SO ROMANTIC. "COME ON SUNEAL, IT'S NOT THE
END OF THE WORLD.", I SAY TO MYSELF. JUST ONE SHOW CANCELLED. BUT I FEEL THAT
LIFE HAS PAUSED. I CONNECT TO MURRAY FOR THE FIRST TIME IN 710. NO, DON'T GET
ME WRONG. I HAVE BEEN A GREAT FAN OF HIM AND IN FACT, DEDICATED A POEM TO HIM
SINCE HE HAD ECO-GIFTED HIS BOOK BY THE TINFISH PRESS. LOVE THAT NAME. ROSA
GETS SCARED OF TIN FISH. ROSA LUXEMBOURG
So where are we? The End of the worlds
black ever so gifted ever so slight is the gift economy
a tyranny that Lucifer understood
an insecurity that poisoned his air.
there was injustice, demotivation, favouritism and absolute hatred in the air
NIGHT COFFEE PLACES IN SPAIN SEEMS SO ROMANTIC. "COME ON SUNEAL, IT'S NOT THE
END OF THE WORLD.", I SAY TO MYSELF. JUST ONE SHOW CANCELLED. BUT I FEEL THAT
LIFE HAS PAUSED. I CONNECT TO MURRAY FOR THE FIRST TIME IN 710. NO, DON'T GET
ME WRONG. I HAVE BEEN A GREAT FAN OF HIM AND IN FACT, DEDICATED A POEM TO HIM
SINCE HE HAD ECO-GIFTED HIS BOOK BY THE TINFISH PRESS. LOVE THAT NAME. ROSA
GETS SCARED OF TIN FISH. ROSA LUXEMBOURG
So where are we? The End of the worlds
black ever so gifted ever so slight is the gift economy
a tyranny that Lucifer understood
an insecurity that poisoned his air.
there was injustice, demotivation, favouritism and absolute hatred in the air
every tall poppy had to be cut
it was a psycho mission from a psycho god.
drama is everywhere like poetry it stands out
a sadness that I can't refuse
a hatred that I can't embrace
but it was not always like this as they say
the gods have fallen lower than the fallen angels
Rosa, can you get me some coffee and some lights
in this dark place please.
But sorry that's outdated, we don't see it that way anymore
I learned and learned and learned and learned and learned and learned and
learned and learned and learned and learned and learned and learned and
learned and for sure I learned
but not as blazing as 347 blazed dead souls
and live poets and opening graves.
Let's start when the hermits sat smoking and drinking coffee
I stuck like a chewing gum to my orange juice
` I will see you at the crossroads my friends
the hermits came out of the parnell cave
same place where emma burnt an Anglican hole.
dad is steal trying to fix that master clock
behind shiv's picture
the clock tower kindda clock
"there's a thin line between love and hatred"
since second day is when it all falls apart
beware of the second coming
I hate you and the world is beautiful
and I learned a lot a curve that bent on the American highway that shattered
every myth in town
Chelsea brings sugar to the performance
I'm satan. a figure that is omnipresent murray
you can't take him out of the equation. 347 is heaven
and performance skills was great
but
but but
I learned that the stage can be coloured to the noir drakkar
to the million triangles and their silly yellow
mirror images
I learned that there is a real connection
as adam and eve
must have been brothers and sisters
and the fat priest came into the open on the third day
abandoning his pearls for pinches and punches
after all who else will
feed on minor bits of human filth in the confessional.
there you have it.
but god rested on the 3rd day
and my heart broke a wee bit
emotions of a woman I must have.
emma screamed
like million concubines
my grandfather had them in pairs like the german who shot
my muslim friend in the heart as his lover betrayed all his senses
in god we trust but does he trust us.
god joked and the whore laughed
BITCH LOOK at your BODY
French accent
like the girl in the passageway
the cardboard love of mine
The drama is poetry
sheer poetry
Not a shred of meaning and colourful as hell
Lorenzo!
Lorenzo!
Lorenzo!
I hated scorpions coming out of vagina but that's gone
over and done with
black is the national colour
but you art passion
you art
I have seen you cry at scenes
and so do i
my friend
some fragment of meaning attacks at Malaysian Airport
some love angle and I cry
But I am better than Steven Seagall
it's a pity you chose to exemplify me
it's almost cruel as you say,
"there's one in every class"
and the look at your body laughed
you teach me subject and object
it's strange
how much knowledge you assume I do not have.
Drama is NZ is like drama anywhere
dying and kept alive
and captain my captain I salute your spirit
I like your concentration as you watch rehearsals
after rehearsal as something new
I like your sensitive soul
so where were we?
yes I am waiting an event is drawing nigh
a gun is being loaded
the god of the army rarely forgives
or never forgets
the cat has been crucified
and painted fish and painted stars scar young rosa
as show girls and their cream, red blue diamonds
it's horrible
go inside…you will be safe there
Yes the lines were not learned and absences were always present
scorpio is rising as coffe cools on custom street at 2 am
raglan waits and stella steals one more heart.
that date tears me
into a million
billion
shattered pieces
suneal suneal
you call out from the deep
an abyss
you dug for yourself
suneal i don't hate you
billion
shattered pieces
suneal suneal
you call out from the deep
an abyss
you dug for yourself
suneal i don't hate you
20th May
every year i wonder if you are ok
you are fine
every year i call out your name
i'm sorry
can you hear me
there's only one emma
she's the wind that no one can see
you don't hate me...
just one question
one question
are you ok?
you are fine
every year i call out your name
i'm sorry
can you hear me
there's only one emma
she's the wind that no one can see
you don't hate me...
just one question
one question
are you ok?
auckland blues
now the cops have lost their third report
visa card and black leather wallet missing
report a missing
report b missing
missing report missing
paperwork does not reach database
visa card and black leather wallet missing
report a missing
report b missing
missing report missing
paperwork does not reach database
smartie cat
coolas diamonds are forever
go on scratch the blue couch
cold sets in misty kiss
what do i care
he's allowed on the couch...
massey's late
somewhere in those white houses
pat kicks and boxes
western sun shines
on queen silver unitec
bus...slightly dear
softly near
go on scratch the blue couch
cold sets in misty kiss
what do i care
he's allowed on the couch...
massey's late
somewhere in those white houses
pat kicks and boxes
western sun shines
on queen silver unitec
bus...slightly dear
softly near
224
was late last night
golden small twinkling lights
in the setting sun in the valley
monkey's wedding amy is a north
indian fijian raincall
we call it nude rain
as the sun is brilliant
golden to the silver drizzle
golden small twinkling lights
in the setting sun in the valley
monkey's wedding amy is a north
indian fijian raincall
we call it nude rain
as the sun is brilliant
golden to the silver drizzle
End of World Production
End of World Production
carefully Hello light bright Lady
Invitation
stage manager
Pressure is on
Lashkari
galati se
mistake ho gayaaa
sorry the real
newspaper
Incredible
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too hard man!
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lifewriting
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carefully Hello light bright Lady
Invitation
stage manager
Pressure is on
Lashkari
galati se
mistake ho gayaaa
sorry the real
newspaper
Incredible
ok, it'd help if i sent these too huh Wed May 09, 2007 302k
too hard man!
Current Address Details
hidey ho
fiction
lifewriting
React to the Following colours and design
a you moving today!
a start on the props list
the cat's gonna eat the wallpaper
i blow on the evening shadow glass
Henderson's Highs
as justice wrestles on grass
the pond without ducks
left at the brown end of the station
a raft in the blackroom
god is blundering
thundering
nervous
Henderson's Highs
as justice wrestles on grass
the pond without ducks
left at the brown end of the station
a raft in the blackroom
god is blundering
thundering
nervous
a candle for you too
a new born baby
ticklish giggling
at exactly
the same hour
day after day
ed's wife
goes to his grave
and baby
stops smiling
tickles gone
at that time
no twists no turns
ed's wife
pleads his return
baby is smiles
giggles back
edward killed
poisoned - death
makes
baby smile
same time
as when
he was alive
ticklish giggling
at exactly
the same hour
day after day
ed's wife
goes to his grave
and baby
stops smiling
tickles gone
at that time
no twists no turns
ed's wife
pleads his return
baby is smiles
giggles back
edward killed
poisoned - death
makes
baby smile
same time
as when
he was alive
last train from papakura
last time green jamie smiles
last whistle softly blows
night train from papakura
goodbye my whanau
- goodbye my brother
I go west today
the street light bounces in zen
the train rattles the doors
the quiet dead town gone crazee
the five dollar rice bowl sleeps
whitcoulls yawn
library snores
goodbye my lover
goodbye my friend
you have been the one
you have been the one
for me
last whistle softly blows
night train from papakura
goodbye my whanau
- goodbye my brother
I go west today
the street light bounces in zen
the train rattles the doors
the quiet dead town gone crazee
the five dollar rice bowl sleeps
whitcoulls yawn
library snores
goodbye my lover
goodbye my friend
you have been the one
you have been the one
for me
i did not want to but i send you my wishes
three forty five:
7th may
storms saliva roullette tables
dancing coffee bullet grazing me
dad dancing prancing. grandma here
uncle fights as we hide grandpa is dead
yet winning. storms outside
earthquake too. i run up skytower's casino
young preteenage girls
dancing...
accelarator...red hot pants
school kids in gambling arena
i run to stormy sandy loo
blacklady follows i show her the beach otherside
howl again. three dead people.
wrecked sea punctured soul...pillow bleeds
glancing at my hand
as the dead
call
7th may
storms saliva roullette tables
dancing coffee bullet grazing me
dad dancing prancing. grandma here
uncle fights as we hide grandpa is dead
yet winning. storms outside
earthquake too. i run up skytower's casino
young preteenage girls
dancing...
accelarator...red hot pants
school kids in gambling arena
i run to stormy sandy loo
blacklady follows i show her the beach otherside
howl again. three dead people.
wrecked sea punctured soul...pillow bleeds
glancing at my hand
as the dead
call
mary stance
brian brian...
there's a sound...
a slight hissing rustling rallied lost
found midnight's murmered dream
early hour's hound
i call your name...
search I my dreams
in the farthermost corners
of brick houses called homes
in the summer continent
i cry your saline
name
go home soldier...
but you....
you are not there...
a damp mud spider
sings a hollow grave tune
of barbed wires and nazi bullets
as i turn around
touch
you. you lie
they need you there...
sigh....
i
next to me
i wish it was you
through to a new eternity
cicadas sing weeds outshine your flags
Brian Brian i still call your name. Wished he was you
and we were
under orange tree...
sigh....
we live but once
and
die ...................forever
where neither death
nor life
is ours to
choose
I need you here...
here as heavy combat boots
wake me in wellington
widowed are we by a war
i
you could have grown ugly together
just once
just once again
just forever
brian brian...
sigh....
you never left me
and
grave...................errors
are exactly that
cause neither life gave
nor death took it away
there's a sound...
a slight hissing rustling rallied lost
found midnight's murmered dream
early hour's hound
i call your name...
search I my dreams
in the farthermost corners
of brick houses called homes
in the summer continent
i cry your saline
name
go home soldier...
but you....
you are not there...
a damp mud spider
sings a hollow grave tune
of barbed wires and nazi bullets
as i turn around
touch
you. you lie
they need you there...
sigh....
i
next to me
i wish it was you
through to a new eternity
cicadas sing weeds outshine your flags
Brian Brian i still call your name. Wished he was you
and we were
under orange tree...
sigh....
we live but once
and
die ...................forever
where neither death
nor life
is ours to
choose
I need you here...
here as heavy combat boots
wake me in wellington
widowed are we by a war
i
you could have grown ugly together
just once
just once again
just forever
brian brian...
sigh....
you never left me
and
grave...................errors
are exactly that
cause neither life gave
nor death took it away
moon swivels on a rap soggy sandwich
tomorrow i see you on stage
my eyes filled with fear
rain rages walks miles
fields bouncing horses
soil smells of drain
farm country estates agency
love hate
outta here
my eyes filled with fear
rain rages walks miles
fields bouncing horses
soil smells of drain
farm country estates agency
love hate
outta here
one st. lamp
chicago cheap clock towered railway station
smokes suits chagrin the late night train
illegal liquor canadian guns are blazed
twisted scarred faces capone again
platforms searched book keepers and their
long dark long black rain coats
whom can you trust whom can you blame
a shadow a mist or a mere name
long tall sally brunette blond a friend
laughs like tunasia sings like tequila
Dead Poet's Pepsied Brain needs a sane
archive queen in dark dingy cellars again
Detective smokes splits spits burns cigar
a body scans the room! a mirror in midnight loo
slightly cracked a girdle a shift a route a tramp
map a chum. true like a blue sagittarius friend
brown jacket walter PPK a shot in the beige building
a cry a scream hysteria is a dream. lights awake
tall blonde's ex-laughter pauses. flights sigh
Interpol to Baker in Queen's isle in great britain
Money Blesses 1936 ash DNA seeks a long lost love
cellar sleeps semi-burnt face bath tub's empty
shots on train whistles mist potter mixed
a kick in the main-frame PC blue black Mac.
Mystery Blonde cuffs Google to NZEPC.
8,220,000 frontiers seek find lost Poet.
coffee blonde is a loyalty
platonic miss branded soul
nice humane touch
metallic soldier
lumber jaqueline
red rider
english cutting woods
spanish smiling eyes
smokes suits chagrin the late night train
illegal liquor canadian guns are blazed
twisted scarred faces capone again
platforms searched book keepers and their
long dark long black rain coats
whom can you trust whom can you blame
a shadow a mist or a mere name
long tall sally brunette blond a friend
laughs like tunasia sings like tequila
Dead Poet's Pepsied Brain needs a sane
archive queen in dark dingy cellars again
Detective smokes splits spits burns cigar
a body scans the room! a mirror in midnight loo
slightly cracked a girdle a shift a route a tramp
map a chum. true like a blue sagittarius friend
brown jacket walter PPK a shot in the beige building
a cry a scream hysteria is a dream. lights awake
tall blonde's ex-laughter pauses. flights sigh
Interpol to Baker in Queen's isle in great britain
Money Blesses 1936 ash DNA seeks a long lost love
cellar sleeps semi-burnt face bath tub's empty
shots on train whistles mist potter mixed
a kick in the main-frame PC blue black Mac.
Mystery Blonde cuffs Google to NZEPC.
8,220,000 frontiers seek find lost Poet.
coffee blonde is a loyalty
platonic miss branded soul
nice humane touch
metallic soldier
lumber jaqueline
red rider
english cutting woods
spanish smiling eyes
silver bells to golden skies
sprinkle gold dust on grey day
sounds
noise
pandemonium
chaos
Mr Joe chases bikes
as I chase drama
no other dream
just debates and english
piano plays in the auditorium
space captain forgets their crew
foodtown is cleaning buying tampons
as white girls gets back the stolen purse
year nine is nonsense
music played periods pass
sounds
noise
pandemonium
chaos
Mr Joe chases bikes
as I chase drama
no other dream
just debates and english
piano plays in the auditorium
space captain forgets their crew
foodtown is cleaning buying tampons
as white girls gets back the stolen purse
year nine is nonsense
music played periods pass
waking with the thesaurus
gray
listless
languid
indolent
sluggish
apathetic
unenergetic
lethargic
slow
languorous
how can any good come out of this morning?
the kids at the south auckland college
will kill me...
if i let them
i was looking for relief
here it is!
listless
languid
indolent
sluggish
apathetic
unenergetic
lethargic
slow
languorous
how can any good come out of this morning?
the kids at the south auckland college
will kill me...
if i let them
i was looking for relief
here it is!
Situations advertising
do they serve egg masala curry
with bread still
or mostly kababs
or only fish
fonts and cartoons
are the greatest art forms.
Mcs are over-rated
as a copywriter i was
notorious for getting
lines approved
through a evil
and clever
use of fonts.
reshma was dream
@ arun photocopied his face
cello pens
were an all out attack
with bread still
or mostly kababs
or only fish
fonts and cartoons
are the greatest art forms.
Mcs are over-rated
as a copywriter i was
notorious for getting
lines approved
through a evil
and clever
use of fonts.
reshma was dream
@ arun photocopied his face
cello pens
were an all out attack
if at 1 am
the wind refuses to rustle
and
a car alarm goes awry
dimple walks the round building
as i pack her picture
to bulsar where the parsi girl
changes on the ironbar window
we don't care
dimpee put nivea on her lips
terrace where sea-wolves
practice their rock dreams
the wind has gone to sleep
dimple stands by the well
somewhere in hot dubai sands
and
a car alarm goes awry
dimple walks the round building
as i pack her picture
to bulsar where the parsi girl
changes on the ironbar window
we don't care
dimpee put nivea on her lips
terrace where sea-wolves
practice their rock dreams
the wind has gone to sleep
dimple stands by the well
somewhere in hot dubai sands
grey grounds between two churches
St Francis first Christmas
with a tennis ball
and chocoltes in a pink bag
no it was a green striped ball
that got smashed around
at a time mom fell from a bycycle
ashok kneels
a five year old tells me what L
on a scooter stands for in Hindi
Their God must punish them
they have been mischievous
they kneel
the gravyard over a cave
at least a 1000 year old
we threw the pink bag in the air
and had 5 paise two wada walks
and lost bags and mom cries
dad worried
found and saved cats
the rescuer lives through
aarey picnic bitter orange ade
with a tennis ball
and chocoltes in a pink bag
no it was a green striped ball
that got smashed around
at a time mom fell from a bycycle
ashok kneels
a five year old tells me what L
on a scooter stands for in Hindi
Their God must punish them
they have been mischievous
they kneel
the gravyard over a cave
at least a 1000 year old
we threw the pink bag in the air
and had 5 paise two wada walks
and lost bags and mom cries
dad worried
found and saved cats
the rescuer lives through
aarey picnic bitter orange ade
Egyptology
Archiving Old Egyptian Kings' last memories of Cleopatra
The sands have sphinx that smiles at strangers
Buried under the seventh pyramid is a lifeless treasure - a priceless pleasure
The sands have timed their exit in the depths of the earth
A sound calls from so many lives Cleo...she turns smiles disappears
Only the howling ginsberg winds and the paused thoughts remain
Just vacuum and the distant sounds of the jingling belly dancers
and some footprints in the sands
Because some affairs last for ever.
The sands have sphinx that smiles at strangers
Buried under the seventh pyramid is a lifeless treasure - a priceless pleasure
The sands have timed their exit in the depths of the earth
A sound calls from so many lives Cleo...she turns smiles disappears
Only the howling ginsberg winds and the paused thoughts remain
Just vacuum and the distant sounds of the jingling belly dancers
and some footprints in the sands
Because some affairs last for ever.
dead poet's
have a frequency
or my imagination
is running ram
riot - a telltale romance
but connection
as you call a dead name
heart beats to
a bleeding haunting taunting wind
a sound from another world
my poems ride with ghost trains
empty on oshannessey lanes
next to the barber shop
a footfall, a footstep, a footpath
again
or my imagination
is running ram
riot - a telltale romance
but connection
as you call a dead name
heart beats to
a bleeding haunting taunting wind
a sound from another world
my poems ride with ghost trains
empty on oshannessey lanes
next to the barber shop
a footfall, a footstep, a footpath
again
mary brings the ghosts
alive.
dad saw the smiling shining tree
and a false tale of legs
that kept growing
a witch on the open roof
asking for sweets
and the others
on the opposite
bank
the night squeaky
sneaky
howling winds
something stirs
dad saw the smiling shining tree
and a false tale of legs
that kept growing
a witch on the open roof
asking for sweets
and the others
on the opposite
bank
the night squeaky
sneaky
howling winds
something stirs
they say the drowned
girl still laughs
when the river is full
the servant girls gossip
as kids scared us
naina told of moustache macho male stars
and ghosts that were robbed of jewels
gujarat has black magic false fear'
and some unexplained
that fills kids with a duvet joy
when the river is full
the servant girls gossip
as kids scared us
naina told of moustache macho male stars
and ghosts that were robbed of jewels
gujarat has black magic false fear'
and some unexplained
that fills kids with a duvet joy
computer sales in vapi
The little daman
khaman trips
Selvas wada pau
tiny worth 50p
april heat
jenny goes
sandy stays
the bloody tithal beach
temples and the bra
small pebble looks like a cow
suicide girl's mother smiles
green tshirt with words
sunday is royal
bulsar breathes
in a dry potato gravy
for 65 paise
near the post office
khaman trips
Selvas wada pau
tiny worth 50p
april heat
jenny goes
sandy stays
the bloody tithal beach
temples and the bra
small pebble looks like a cow
suicide girl's mother smiles
green tshirt with words
sunday is royal
bulsar breathes
in a dry potato gravy
for 65 paise
near the post office
mary had a little lamb
so i saw your shadow
in the darkness at 4.00
you know me i will find your grave
poison the world with your words
what are these shadows
cobwebs darkness
corners candles in the hearts
hollywood
night trembles
sleep stutters
consciousness rises
gently falls
poetry flows
in the darkness at 4.00
you know me i will find your grave
poison the world with your words
what are these shadows
cobwebs darkness
corners candles in the hearts
hollywood
night trembles
sleep stutters
consciousness rises
gently falls
poetry flows
wilderness
wildness
wantoness
bad vibes
footloose
sparrow
fancyfree
thumped into the heart
carving lines changing fates
wantoness
bad vibes
footloose
sparrow
fancyfree
thumped into the heart
carving lines changing fates
eternity has passed
since sinbad paper planes potato salesman
muslims counter-attack maharashtrians
who burn adolescent bycycles
and show black and white bollywood movies
not the cobblestoned pillow bhuleswar
but the toothbrush balconied phantom
may be mandrake and false headache pills
french toasts all these
while pigeons fly
geeta peeps and hides
deepak says write a book
on a lazy afternoon
geeta hides!
muslims counter-attack maharashtrians
who burn adolescent bycycles
and show black and white bollywood movies
not the cobblestoned pillow bhuleswar
but the toothbrush balconied phantom
may be mandrake and false headache pills
french toasts all these
while pigeons fly
geeta peeps and hides
deepak says write a book
on a lazy afternoon
geeta hides!
"why parnell", she asks me!
why parnell
there are hoof marks in parmell
there are graveyards in parnell
there are old railway lines
and anglican churches
embers of a long dead fire
and emma
there are hoof marks in parmell
there are graveyards in parnell
there are old railway lines
and anglican churches
embers of a long dead fire
and emma
Mary Stanley papers
Some love affairs last forever. Some words the winds can never. gobble like fates and destinies. some lives live forever and slightly, silently, softly more...like a scream from ejt in parnell rains...like a cry in africa and shadows that emerge each word is poem...each poem bleeds...each blood melts into the marble of Taj Mahal. Cause you know and i know that irene was a cat...a dutch girl from last life that lost life at 20. Holding a cat at albert park is neha's lovely dream as mary's voice calls for her Heathcliff. Her Howard Roark. Her Brian Neal. Whom does Suneal Varma Call? Irene, Parnel and a dream.
what the fuck
Show a different version unavailable. i had connected for you Huia asked me best Flatmate sorting out with Iseltka
ya in my unconscious subconscious Katrina runs
poor fellow
churned your ears
a few misunderstanding
came from holidays\ Smiles
do you have reputation
ohgod
matters of love and marriage
it is your persona
Mr.India bana baitha hai?
the tall girl in our group
Good Legs
then what will we talk
whether sandy likes sandwich with pickles
tell me more about your poems
or does he brush his teeth in the toilet
My poems are gone crazy
ya in my unconscious subconscious Katrina runs
poor fellow
churned your ears
a few misunderstanding
came from holidays\ Smiles
do you have reputation
ohgod
matters of love and marriage
it is your persona
Mr.India bana baitha hai?
the tall girl in our group
Good Legs
then what will we talk
whether sandy likes sandwich with pickles
tell me more about your poems
or does he brush his teeth in the toilet
My poems are gone crazy
look
you know. i know our eyes met
you felt and i felt. you retreated
and as you read this you ask yourself
not me. Is this me?
you know
i know
you know that i know
that you know
and there's noway its gonna stop.
you felt and i felt. you retreated
and as you read this you ask yourself
not me. Is this me?
you know
i know
you know that i know
that you know
and there's noway its gonna stop.
hell softly breaks loose
Lesbians attack me with a vengeance
heterophobia not my fault
I'm not anybody's rival
except your insecurity's competing
take that stone
cast it on the other dark side
blood on my hands
'I need to wash my hands…’ is buzzing through my brains as I’m back in that room, haunted a wee bit by Robin Hyde’s poetry and presence. There was something here even last time during 343. This time it is soothing but I am ruffled by the fires in Parnell in that party and the theft of two masterpieces. I feel a bit cold too and nervous as if I am about to handle a newborn baby or Dimple, my first love. I shake the drawing of the pony off my hands. As I look at the mirror, ‘Looks like I have shaved alright today’. Slowly I start wiping my hands in that dim-lit bathroom accentuated by the silence in the library. Back to the room with no humidity and Michelle and the other chap wait whathisname, again? I had a card here somewhere…here it is! Mr. Innes, sounds like an old English name of a man called Stephen running on the moors and painting the monster of Loch(ness). Must get my a into g as they say. Michelle talks about history, the subject that touches me. In the olden times the Greeks defined all knowledge as Philosophy. That is what this is: history, poetry, occult, science, archaeology, romance (of course), classical studies and good old Sepia- coloured American detective movie with Marlyn Monroe’s flapping white skirt like the Gene Wilder ‘Lady in Red’. Geena Davies looked stunning. Hold that thought. Look at the picture that Michelle has just handed me. It’s a photocopy (we call it Xerox in India; talk about branding). Now in the photocopy sometimes by the grid in the background and the dark tones on white fellas, you can judge that this picture has to be sepia. I was biased by the look of the guy and limited by my heterosexuality (don’t read homophobia, please) to see how he was handsome. But Michelle promised me that Mary Stanley (sounds like a dutch milkmaid daughter of an English lighthouse night watchman ‘s (who has ham sandwiches) daughter. Emily Bronte kinds. “Now”, Michele raises her archeological eyebrow, “How did this Hollywood guy come into Mary’s collection?”
I’m excited. How! I quickly ‘Pause’ my thoughts running rampant like those ugly, evil, evil Persians at the first block by the Spartans. Oh thank God for heroes. Now I know what Bush means. Those Persians just have to be bad bastards. See 300 and you will get the logic of the situation. Thank God the queen slept with the politician. It was a tactical sacrifice but it saved the world and civilisation as we know it
I’m excited. How! I quickly ‘Pause’ my thoughts running rampant like those ugly, evil, evil Persians at the first block by the Spartans. Oh thank God for heroes. Now I know what Bush means. Those Persians just have to be bad bastards. See 300 and you will get the logic of the situation. Thank God the queen slept with the politician. It was a tactical sacrifice but it saved the world and civilisation as we know it
4oclock post
winter wee wild whilst
four am poetry
as the big blower
makes its chopper sound without a care
you were aware
very aware
i had to steal eyelids
and a few smiles
four am poetry
as the big blower
makes its chopper sound without a care
you were aware
very aware
i had to steal eyelids
and a few smiles
teensy tail of colored elephants
down in the waves
junked by the waters
silly creatures in
the black dark sea
blow goes the bugle
sex on their savage minds
out came brave warriors
kicked them from the hinds
into the huddles
parsis that no one loves 10,000=300
can't hold this burning torch any longer
brother loves 300
anti-persian racist bush-wants-iran-now crap movie
nobles fight oriental occult, evil and insanity
queen sacrifices herself in adultery as imaginary characters
come to fight. greek mythology and history
which is which?
my forefathers fought both persians and alexandria
and i dont give a fuck either way
but its not fair
and hard not to feel
hassan irani says before islam iran was evil
now muslims are jews
besides I'm told Xerxes was honourable
and not a muslim
My parsi friends are nice too
came in after annihalation
and sweetened gujarat milk
to find home in western india
in to bombay as a dying community
left to rot in vultured graveyards
with intercast marriages
zorastrians the firegod people
Mighty Navsherwan Adil twisted his
palace walls to accomodate a poor woman's hut.
so whom am i fighting for. islamic iranis hate their persian ancestors
sparta out to destroy the black evil
i'll lay down my arrow of truth and snore
let cartoons kill eachother
so who do we choose
terrorists or counter-terror terrorists?
you have five seconds
brother loves 300
anti-persian racist bush-wants-iran-now crap movie
nobles fight oriental occult, evil and insanity
queen sacrifices herself in adultery as imaginary characters
come to fight. greek mythology and history
which is which?
my forefathers fought both persians and alexandria
and i dont give a fuck either way
but its not fair
and hard not to feel
hassan irani says before islam iran was evil
now muslims are jews
besides I'm told Xerxes was honourable
and not a muslim
My parsi friends are nice too
came in after annihalation
and sweetened gujarat milk
to find home in western india
in to bombay as a dying community
left to rot in vultured graveyards
with intercast marriages
zorastrians the firegod people
Mighty Navsherwan Adil twisted his
palace walls to accomodate a poor woman's hut.
so whom am i fighting for. islamic iranis hate their persian ancestors
sparta out to destroy the black evil
i'll lay down my arrow of truth and snore
let cartoons kill eachother
so who do we choose
terrorists or counter-terror terrorists?
you have five seconds
warrior
returns home through eternal walls
never ending bed of arrows
bloodbaths and oriental sacrifices
stone ladders that do not jump
the citadel and iron gates locked
to the smell of a one-found spring
through the waterless cactusless barren sand
never ending bed of arrows
bloodbaths and oriental sacrifices
stone ladders that do not jump
the citadel and iron gates locked
to the smell of a one-found spring
through the waterless cactusless barren sand
asha colony
the place asha colony
the time 1972ish
when the war strted and the lights go
and sirens blared
as we fought the bangladesh war
and i drew your pictures with rukshana
you were 16 more prettier than your daughters
you in an umbrella and coke tasted to strong
in kishori's wediing
and you fought with renu
at 4 the first women who fought over me
over thick potato chips and whether it was called
chips or katri or wafers
like the toys you got back from nainital
in walkeshwar
and crayons when i had typhoid
the leopard man in santacruz
gave us a taste of our first fear
as i went to my first party
and mrs rose
that i could not complain to
when kutchan (phoolchand)
hit me
i tasted my first fish next door
raju's house
and hid in the cabinet on the terrace
uncle gave me a small forhans toy
and you looked great in your black turtle neck.
the time 1972ish
when the war strted and the lights go
and sirens blared
as we fought the bangladesh war
and i drew your pictures with rukshana
you were 16 more prettier than your daughters
you in an umbrella and coke tasted to strong
in kishori's wediing
and you fought with renu
at 4 the first women who fought over me
over thick potato chips and whether it was called
chips or katri or wafers
like the toys you got back from nainital
in walkeshwar
and crayons when i had typhoid
the leopard man in santacruz
gave us a taste of our first fear
as i went to my first party
and mrs rose
that i could not complain to
when kutchan (phoolchand)
hit me
i tasted my first fish next door
raju's house
and hid in the cabinet on the terrace
uncle gave me a small forhans toy
and you looked great in your black turtle neck.
jemma
my tears
only for you
jemma
all the ghosts of
parnell's blacksmiths
horesshoes and clay
models of shiva
who carved your
grave a few centuries
old as your ghost
still cries for me
like a child you are
eternally iced
and sun pulls back his lights -
wind fractures fire and air
pierces into frozen lakes
wolf eye the love our love...
our eternal love...your shadow
is back...the thumps capture a
breeze or two;
and its silly footfalls. kids bouncing
on trampoline as i cry whilst
they snatch jealous jelly fish
and other chocoholic lollies.
my tears for you
my only child as moon
goes clear and somewhere
a dog cries behind
the windy wooden rustblown gates...
my child my gem...winter's here and
i cry for you...its winter and your
misty presence hits the air
with a three century old vengeance
only for you
jemma
all the ghosts of
parnell's blacksmiths
horesshoes and clay
models of shiva
who carved your
grave a few centuries
old as your ghost
still cries for me
like a child you are
eternally iced
and sun pulls back his lights -
wind fractures fire and air
pierces into frozen lakes
wolf eye the love our love...
our eternal love...your shadow
is back...the thumps capture a
breeze or two;
and its silly footfalls. kids bouncing
on trampoline as i cry whilst
they snatch jealous jelly fish
and other chocoholic lollies.
my tears for you
my only child as moon
goes clear and somewhere
a dog cries behind
the windy wooden rustblown gates...
my child my gem...winter's here and
i cry for you...its winter and your
misty presence hits the air
with a three century old vengeance
carnal or carnage
thames a river of yellow icy hay bleeding
spice all lamb curry in hottest gravy from bangladesh
pranayam in my sleep and emilya when the kids
were eating sugar with lollies i thought of you my winter child
that summer wild viles. tears in their little joys
bounced twice in otahuhu's lost youth busstop
adjusting the ladder to break into his own house
falls on the fairside of indian curried grocery
as 300 racist attacks in sparta. bush asks
hollywood to unite greek warriors adainst evil asia
queen finds an excuse for disloyalty: love eternally lost
burns with an ancient fire carnal or carnage
spice all lamb curry in hottest gravy from bangladesh
pranayam in my sleep and emilya when the kids
were eating sugar with lollies i thought of you my winter child
that summer wild viles. tears in their little joys
bounced twice in otahuhu's lost youth busstop
adjusting the ladder to break into his own house
falls on the fairside of indian curried grocery
as 300 racist attacks in sparta. bush asks
hollywood to unite greek warriors adainst evil asia
queen finds an excuse for disloyalty: love eternally lost
burns with an ancient fire carnal or carnage
New canvas
past albert slants
- mercury retrograde.
jupiter somersaults
Deaths Lives 343
rises from gray leaves
of a gone winter
into a spring
that sings meloncholy
to a coming winter.
Birds
Gulls
Pigeons
are Irene
as a stage
sets for
blood. Poetry
a chalk in the freezing winds
Before it gets dark.
and graveyards shine
It will shine.
Before it storms...
an illusion
sunny climes...
dust faults
green roads fault.
Swords raised
Michael croons
- a long dark lifeless moon
and billions of diamonds
clutter
the starry nile
away
this time damascus
sings
- mercury retrograde.
jupiter somersaults
Deaths Lives 343
rises from gray leaves
of a gone winter
into a spring
that sings meloncholy
to a coming winter.
Birds
Gulls
Pigeons
are Irene
as a stage
sets for
blood. Poetry
a chalk in the freezing winds
Before it gets dark.
and graveyards shine
It will shine.
Before it storms...
an illusion
sunny climes...
dust faults
green roads fault.
Swords raised
Michael croons
- a long dark lifeless moon
and billions of diamonds
clutter
the starry nile
away
this time damascus
sings
rural posts
on a small rural red bike the postie runs
xmas letters past post irene
green with ivy and an unsaid kiss
albert knows what sun doth miss
it was a girl called irene
xmas letters past post irene
green with ivy and an unsaid kiss
albert knows what sun doth miss
it was a girl called irene
emotional attachments
to green parrot toys
to hydrogen balloons as they fly awaaaaay a thought that made me cry
to small white kittens chased by dogs
to a fat brinjal
to ejn and her depression
to neha and her eternal fight
and the little alphabet game
just before the lights go out
was the banglorians story
about his granpa and i gave the fading blinding title
to his love as grandpa died
it took me 13 years to understand his grief
and jelly's sexual curse on piscean soul
that he was
about his granpa and i gave the fading blinding title
to his love as grandpa died
it took me 13 years to understand his grief
and jelly's sexual curse on piscean soul
that he was
181 dogs left loose
pampas
in the high fields
to breed and kill
white spots rolling
with early train sounds
pompous and gay
as hay turns gray
melonee still ripe
as firefighters eye
whence forest flames
like the love games
me and neha never played
no offence meant
in the high fields
to breed and kill
white spots rolling
with early train sounds
pompous and gay
as hay turns gray
melonee still ripe
as firefighters eye
whence forest flames
like the love games
me and neha never played
no offence meant
when 15 minute and 21% remains - y
and yahoos false face christmas white exits
you know its time to sleep
or give her a missed call
as she feeds
her two kids her latest
bread recipes
she struggles, strives
and still speaks
after a 15 year broken code
of silence she sought
she still seeks
slightly
slowly
silently
you know its time to sleep
or give her a missed call
as she feeds
her two kids her latest
bread recipes
she struggles, strives
and still speaks
after a 15 year broken code
of silence she sought
she still seeks
slightly
slowly
silently
warm autumn night
scratchy squeezey bloody night
let the wind make sneaky sounds
no shoe shiner at midnight's thief
no trains, ships, captains chief
jail still rocks and dream shackle shocks
irene's napier
spilled like a dream
a group
versus performance he
trucks a tender distance sound at last
3:29 am
hardly a poetic tune
a late wind hums around
like a distant prairee dog
let the wind make sneaky sounds
no shoe shiner at midnight's thief
no trains, ships, captains chief
jail still rocks and dream shackle shocks
irene's napier
spilled like a dream
a group
versus performance he
trucks a tender distance sound at last
3:29 am
hardly a poetic tune
a late wind hums around
like a distant prairee dog
mumta's marathi lessons
were squeezed into tic tac toe games
allowed her to cheat in texts
she was older by a year
i was a teacher at 5
language teacher
on an iron bed that had
walls of tictactoe
as base
allowed her to cheat in texts
she was older by a year
i was a teacher at 5
language teacher
on an iron bed that had
walls of tictactoe
as base
one rupee fifteen paisa for the movie
partnership was an ancient brotherhood
the grandma next door thought i was a smart kid
since i knew the multiplication through the cost of wadas
and rounded the15 into 7 to one ruppee just like hawker did
snake movies and millionaire movies and Tarzan movies Phantomus movies
i played with the cats
the grandma next door thought i was a smart kid
since i knew the multiplication through the cost of wadas
and rounded the15 into 7 to one ruppee just like hawker did
snake movies and millionaire movies and Tarzan movies Phantomus movies
i played with the cats
today
w a s
t h e u n i v e r s a l
spill-drinks day
countdown squeezed just juice and homemade cola
and i spill the fridge's coke zero
d r i n k s w e r e s e t t ing
themselves free like guerilla warriors
t h e u n i v e r s a l
spill-drinks day
countdown squeezed just juice and homemade cola
and i spill the fridge's coke zero
d r i n k s w e r e s e t t ing
themselves free like guerilla warriors
Parnell still burns my mind
winter bells bring parnell alive
horses races snow sands browns
buildings stables unstables anglicans
black pussy cats white roof tops billion eyes
parnell's alive
besides...
you call my name loud unclear
clammers with the wells your blue fiat
estranged mossy meloncholic ambers
jarring eternal ancient nocturnity
noone escapes life silences owl's night
parnell parnell burning bright
tree for tree is tree force heaven
horses races snow sands browns
buildings stables unstables anglicans
black pussy cats white roof tops billion eyes
parnell's alive
besides...
you call my name loud unclear
clammers with the wells your blue fiat
estranged mossy meloncholic ambers
jarring eternal ancient nocturnity
noone escapes life silences owl's night
parnell parnell burning bright
tree for tree is tree force heaven
slow coffee turns to blood
drips through the junked pipe
the rusted colour as mehdi
sings a fresh ghazal breezing through hearts waves
noised chaos in a drawer of hearth
as candles quieten the flowered city nights of lahore's
old forts and buildings
cats cry at midnights moonlights
cold barren ugly fights
girl dressed in bulsar
the small house away from
the rat eaten mansion
toddywallah the house
the history
its summer
mango's ripe
like a woman's breast
priorities change
as my aunty and mom
dress me as a girl
my sexuality was never
an insecurity
and 12 year olds
were gods of their own games
oh those ripe huge juicy mangoes
the rat eaten mansion
toddywallah the house
the history
its summer
mango's ripe
like a woman's breast
priorities change
as my aunty and mom
dress me as a girl
my sexuality was never
an insecurity
and 12 year olds
were gods of their own games
oh those ripe huge juicy mangoes
life is
like toilet paper
no matter how clean
you keep it
shit happens!
like a man my hero and uncle
writer and critic
dying of cancer
fear i cannot hear his voice
as people fall like match sticks
on paper dolls
and house of cards
no way to save your ass
life is
no matter how clean
you keep it
shit happens!
like a man my hero and uncle
writer and critic
dying of cancer
fear i cannot hear his voice
as people fall like match sticks
on paper dolls
and house of cards
no way to save your ass
life is
25 paise books
thums up flickers a cricket shot
two rupee cricket book
that flicks an animation
and i draw a red ball after a pencil ball
its crazy how grimms fairy tales
had thick pictures and a flying plane bouncing boy animation
like the KG rukshana rain pictures
that bite leopard hands
and hen that realise that stories can just be made
as sky shines on green long grass
and the grey wall that brings deepak's home
and his fairytale books
and kiran's 25p books
hidden in gum boots
two rupee cricket book
that flicks an animation
and i draw a red ball after a pencil ball
its crazy how grimms fairy tales
had thick pictures and a flying plane bouncing boy animation
like the KG rukshana rain pictures
that bite leopard hands
and hen that realise that stories can just be made
as sky shines on green long grass
and the grey wall that brings deepak's home
and his fairytale books
and kiran's 25p books
hidden in gum boots
winter's here - the blood will flow
like a planchet under the watertank
where coins mood at will
on stolen pickle terraces
on holi terraces
marijuana terraces
on hand bombs carckered
on abhalie's head terraces
on moonlit atul dolly kisses
where coins mood at will
on stolen pickle terraces
on holi terraces
marijuana terraces
on hand bombs carckered
on abhalie's head terraces
on moonlit atul dolly kisses
indus valley civilisation
a lonely cow plodds the mudd cakes
ash to ash dust to dust
5000th urban race and drains
toys and coins
harappa
mohenjo daro
close to mayans
walled city
bricked homes
chakki (grinder)
choolah (stove)
this is how you kill a coach
Don Bosco
The bag is heavy heavy heavy
jute green
jute cream khakhi
maths books
grammar's great
little chapel
and ink dipped holy water
great too
open like a modern prison
scout flirt with school guides
snakes in the football fields
borders eat fruits and meat
day scholars prejudiced
moral science vs religion
french vs marathi
singh vs raghunathan
head-master vs principal
we called him a frog
he looked like one
jailhouse rock stage
the size opposite the angle is the greatest
hypotenuesing the size of log sin cos
towers
craft drawing
and rebello screaming
clera and her romance for poetry
and kidney stone
fantasies of mrs paul and ms pereira
IC colony homeworks
on a blue racer cycle
superman comics
batman comics at nelson carvalho
footbal and mud stick games
sending kamils letter to sunita
jute green
jute cream khakhi
maths books
grammar's great
little chapel
and ink dipped holy water
great too
open like a modern prison
scout flirt with school guides
snakes in the football fields
borders eat fruits and meat
day scholars prejudiced
moral science vs religion
french vs marathi
singh vs raghunathan
head-master vs principal
we called him a frog
he looked like one
jailhouse rock stage
the size opposite the angle is the greatest
hypotenuesing the size of log sin cos
towers
craft drawing
and rebello screaming
clera and her romance for poetry
and kidney stone
fantasies of mrs paul and ms pereira
IC colony homeworks
on a blue racer cycle
superman comics
batman comics at nelson carvalho
footbal and mud stick games
sending kamils letter to sunita
black cat white cat
freezing in the ice rain
follicles
fur
felynx
fine by fire
fat one farts
black one was naughty at first
bouncing at mid oranges
now white is an adventuress
neutralised
cold
crying
in a blue laundry basket
the shitty little bastards
Stevie and Mrs Cotton.
follicles
fur
felynx
fine by fire
fat one farts
black one was naughty at first
bouncing at mid oranges
now white is an adventuress
neutralised
cold
crying
in a blue laundry basket
the shitty little bastards
Stevie and Mrs Cotton.
as i sit
as i sit
sipping my first
winter eve's green jasmine
as the TV bounces
off the glass window
through which
the little train with white lights
passes
as I sip sip sip sip sip sip sip
the green tea smelling of a woman's
hair!
sipping my first
winter eve's green jasmine
as the TV bounces
off the glass window
through which
the little train with white lights
passes
as I sip sip sip sip sip sip sip
the green tea smelling of a woman's
hair!
stage is dark
chairs
splintering
around
spluttered
like autumn
feathers
lights
in a few
arenas
research
is a new
search more
like lycos
not oodles
of goey
interface-eyes
demand a want
green velvet
uneven stage
sudden ups and lows
splintering
around
spluttered
like autumn
feathers
lights
in a few
arenas
research
is a new
search more
like lycos
not oodles
of goey
interface-eyes
demand a want
green velvet
uneven stage
sudden ups and lows
can i only read in the waiting room
as the cold rain pours and reflects on aluminium of the silver fame
as i flirt with a psycho teacher
or talk to an iranian beauty with big
eyes
or smile at the south african receptionist
make up intact
or should i go to albert park
park my ass on muddy grass
and talk to imaginary samoan depressed
lawyer from cc
or try the toilet
that could work
the early great :)
poetic worx
were orally performed in my loo
in school days
maybe the loo
also known as
the hot burning summer winds in ahmedabad
can help
let's find a red and black 'gentlemen'
oh how i wish i could go to where
no man had gone before
as i flirt with a psycho teacher
or talk to an iranian beauty with big
eyes
or smile at the south african receptionist
make up intact
or should i go to albert park
park my ass on muddy grass
and talk to imaginary samoan depressed
lawyer from cc
or try the toilet
that could work
the early great :)
poetic worx
were orally performed in my loo
in school days
maybe the loo
also known as
the hot burning summer winds in ahmedabad
can help
let's find a red and black 'gentlemen'
oh how i wish i could go to where
no man had gone before
armed to the teeth
and
brains
brains
and
bones
brawn
if only i could read
as harey as i could scribble
i have carried a million books
today 13th friday
a million books
from this library to that
this book shop
this friend
and have i read
the lethargy in the bone
the fatique in the brain
Now I have a 10 kg book
not my first
nor my last
but will i read it?
811.09
Wasn't this the same musky musty
smell
in Don Bosco's smallish large
library
filled with Hardy Boys
hardbound
where the engine roared to life
randall's thievery had imagination
as i have regrets
millions
those classics in comics
and chapters in
radiant reader
from
treasure island
huckleberry finn
pickwick papers
and half a league
half a league
half a league
smell
in Don Bosco's smallish large
library
filled with Hardy Boys
hardbound
where the engine roared to life
randall's thievery had imagination
as i have regrets
millions
those classics in comics
and chapters in
radiant reader
from
treasure island
huckleberry finn
pickwick papers
and half a league
half a league
half a league
the small version of 20,000 under
and 80 days
bought for a ruppee
as it rained
and rained
under a tiny bulb i escaped
grey building
and the leftover bhurchee
as chirag asked
the smart question
how many squares
in chess
as i said 8X8
the mad hatter chapter
and
of course
the daffodils
with a word or two from
alistair maclean
ndbltn
brer rabbit happy - green carrot tie flapping in the jungle winds
going to market with noddy...to buy carrot and stew it and soup it
famous five's castle stands tall on kirrin and all elves gypsies
and golly wog's a smiling...all pixies fairies christian gnomes
laughing in the bright market of auckland city...no secrets in seven
and ti is georgie up against haunted castles, down below naughty graves
going to market with noddy...to buy carrot and stew it and soup it
famous five's castle stands tall on kirrin and all elves gypsies
and golly wog's a smiling...all pixies fairies christian gnomes
laughing in the bright market of auckland city...no secrets in seven
and ti is georgie up against haunted castles, down below naughty graves
weeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!
as i sit and watch the sands on the ceiling
a big cycle man at the bottom of the edens
met outside the anglican church. jamie's pipe
had dropped some grass. i walked 8 kms to
recover from e-pains. he said this words to me
or was it the red cross kim: everyone's where they should be.
a big cycle man at the bottom of the edens
met outside the anglican church. jamie's pipe
had dropped some grass. i walked 8 kms to
recover from e-pains. he said this words to me
or was it the red cross kim: everyone's where they should be.
marve club of boyscouts
dark as the dogs barked like wolves
seven miles and a year away
warned not to disturb the local fisherman
dangerous and tired
the morning run was excellent
blue sea still as fish moved not
gretchen and drunk fools paradise
another day story
as gravy potato and fried bread
and rice cooked with pepper and cardo-cummin
as kamil and i spoke to the girl on trees
from our lady high school
rest was found in a dark fishermen's roof
dark as the oil lamp smell as thud
I fell moved not till dawn
fear
next night was cold breezey to extreme last night before school went home
we crossed the creek on foot
took a riskshaw home
seven miles and a year away
warned not to disturb the local fisherman
dangerous and tired
the morning run was excellent
blue sea still as fish moved not
gretchen and drunk fools paradise
another day story
as gravy potato and fried bread
and rice cooked with pepper and cardo-cummin
as kamil and i spoke to the girl on trees
from our lady high school
rest was found in a dark fishermen's roof
dark as the oil lamp smell as thud
I fell moved not till dawn
fear
next night was cold breezey to extreme last night before school went home
we crossed the creek on foot
took a riskshaw home
gorai scout club
marve was green and the beach long long far further
from the small boat that ferried us
khakhi clad I last minuted like a gurkha soldier
nelson had handed me the list matchboxes, food, rope, bucket...
the green trees swung our way as eve shadowed us
the night in the camp as foxes bayed and wolfs made their proverbial sound
at 2.00 a light box struck
its your turn its your turn
we had put salt in someone's omelette
simon was cross since i fed the dogs
the rice and dal that dripped from my jute bag
as bollywood star was discussing his philosophies
marve had frogs in the well water
that made our throats croak marve was better
wilder than gorai
sucking on lemon
as Sir Singh slept
on fourlegged coirroped bed
ran like buccaneers
laghing at the other team though
we were wrong
troop leader had planted poppy seeds
the camp was bedsheets
and simon angered by my laziness
Nothing changes
Nothing changed
from the small boat that ferried us
khakhi clad I last minuted like a gurkha soldier
nelson had handed me the list matchboxes, food, rope, bucket...
the green trees swung our way as eve shadowed us
the night in the camp as foxes bayed and wolfs made their proverbial sound
at 2.00 a light box struck
its your turn its your turn
we had put salt in someone's omelette
simon was cross since i fed the dogs
the rice and dal that dripped from my jute bag
as bollywood star was discussing his philosophies
marve had frogs in the well water
that made our throats croak marve was better
wilder than gorai
sucking on lemon
as Sir Singh slept
on fourlegged coirroped bed
ran like buccaneers
laghing at the other team though
we were wrong
troop leader had planted poppy seeds
the camp was bedsheets
and simon angered by my laziness
Nothing changes
Nothing changed
translate like google
agar raaste chingaari banke root te
if roads candle flames being cross
phir bhi dil hamare yoo hi toot te
even then heart ours this way breaks
koi aglee galee mein dastak de raha hai
someone next street knocks he does
ghode ki ahaat to thee par tu kahi nahi hai
horsecarts reverbrate was there but nowhere noone
if roads candle flames being cross
phir bhi dil hamare yoo hi toot te
even then heart ours this way breaks
koi aglee galee mein dastak de raha hai
someone next street knocks he does
ghode ki ahaat to thee par tu kahi nahi hai
horsecarts reverbrate was there but nowhere noone
scribbles on montana
saw you
you warmed winter
catching fish with your black nets
at the bust op
oh my gosh
ohhell...scribbles at orekei
pens sharpen
you know i know
who cares
valsad
a.k.a. old bulsar
the streets are small and twisted
cobble stones bounce at sounds of horse carts
from the ayurvedic clinic
the red school is a legend
ganesh temple is a place to hide
from the slapping traffic of goats
in the graveyard where i scored 235
after being out thrice
in a marriage i found peace
clay toys hide in the sanitorium
on the same streets as a parsi whore
the tall building that will go
at the twisted river
and the beach with a million stars
bulsar
the streets are small and twisted
cobble stones bounce at sounds of horse carts
from the ayurvedic clinic
the red school is a legend
ganesh temple is a place to hide
from the slapping traffic of goats
in the graveyard where i scored 235
after being out thrice
in a marriage i found peace
clay toys hide in the sanitorium
on the same streets as a parsi whore
the tall building that will go
at the twisted river
and the beach with a million stars
bulsar
spells
you smile at the camera
from a low angle
and the streets are empty
though of course
your raiance (spell with a d) takes away the thunder
and that could only bring jealousy
like too much black pepper
in a hawaain burger
from a low angle
and the streets are empty
though of course
your raiance (spell with a d) takes away the thunder
and that could only bring jealousy
like too much black pepper
in a hawaain burger
lucky
when the lion got old...
the eunuchs came in full brigade
the rabbit's carnivarous
the lame lamb
and the broken ram
luckily
grandpa died in his sleep!
the eunuchs came in full brigade
the rabbit's carnivarous
the lame lamb
and the broken ram
luckily
grandpa died in his sleep!
cheappaperbacks
nickcarter
its not my fault if you cant hold a gun
you were never bond
could not even shoot with your index finger
your inferiority was on your block so don't balame me
its not my fault if you cant hold a gun
you were never bond
could not even shoot with your index finger
your inferiority was on your block so don't balame me
you can
either love him
or
hate him
nothing in between
you are just
like a maori
not easily
intimidated
with
ink
in
your
blood
you
are
a champ
you
are
the devil
you are....
YOU ARE NOTHING
I'm the father now
or
hate him
nothing in between
you are just
like a maori
not easily
intimidated
with
ink
in
your
blood
you
are
a champ
you
are
the devil
you are....
YOU ARE NOTHING
I'm the father now
samosa chai and nonsense meetings
the brown campus buildings
and brown polished wood and
old phd with glasses
on hot afternoons
after gossip
kulkarnis daughter
and the muslim boy
coffe in the morning with kinnari
and desai's boy got 90%
in SSC
and brown polished wood and
old phd with glasses
on hot afternoons
after gossip
kulkarnis daughter
and the muslim boy
coffe in the morning with kinnari
and desai's boy got 90%
in SSC
memsahab y
shero sayree ka jasbaa chala hai to
main bhi
kehna chahhonga
ke hamare walid sahab sheroshyree ke mureev the
ka bahut shok rakhte
tarmaate the
aur hum bhi pakeeza aur mughale azaam dekh karr bade hue hai
aap se baat kar ke yakeen ho chala hai
ke bahaar aur woh din jise main bhula chooka tha
woh phir aa gaye hai
jazbba or dosti aour woh mulaquatein
ka silsila to kher jaaree rahega
lekin
woh jaadu bhi barkaraaraar
hai
aapne gend haath mein dee hai to stump todne padege
main bhi
kehna chahhonga
ke hamare walid sahab sheroshyree ke mureev the
ka bahut shok rakhte
tarmaate the
aur hum bhi pakeeza aur mughale azaam dekh karr bade hue hai
aap se baat kar ke yakeen ho chala hai
ke bahaar aur woh din jise main bhula chooka tha
woh phir aa gaye hai
jazbba or dosti aour woh mulaquatein
ka silsila to kher jaaree rahega
lekin
woh jaadu bhi barkaraaraar
hai
aapne gend haath mein dee hai to stump todne padege
on a cold auckland night
so finally let me give your due
as ted gave
sylvia as you feed your kids also
while you talk to me...
as ted gave
sylvia as you feed your kids also
while you talk to me...
so ur hunny ...................yyyyyyyyyyyy
is still scared of me
i can only send you an E-climax
in fireworks with flash
and worded in a dream weaved in a song
an explosion of Jpeg into
a bloggy MP3
i can only send you an E-climax
in fireworks with flash
and worded in a dream weaved in a song
an explosion of Jpeg into
a bloggy MP3
(y)ou came to my rescue YYYYYYYYYYYYYYY
on classy seven
thank god for the lovely chairs
twisted lanes of elam that
translate into des[air
or joy
you said there was greenery
and whiteness in the air
and the yellow danger
of the poppy fields
i am here and i am joy
sometimes i clean churches
that i destroy
thank god for the lovely chairs
twisted lanes of elam that
translate into des[air
or joy
you said there was greenery
and whiteness in the air
and the yellow danger
of the poppy fields
i am here and i am joy
sometimes i clean churches
that i destroy
speed ---y---
we saw speed and you said i was reeves
i loved sandra
and we had fun
wada pau on the only grass
where rugby is played
tackling love and other issues
opposite churchgate station
and through the eternal line
of hawkers
and big double decker red buses
that what's his name
johnny english left
i loved sandra
and we had fun
wada pau on the only grass
where rugby is played
tackling love and other issues
opposite churchgate station
and through the eternal line
of hawkers
and big double decker red buses
that what's his name
johnny english left
racecourse ----------y------------
haji ali was a durgah
that kissed the race course\
a tomb of a sufi saint
white minarets
grey seas
i wrote love war computers
for Vijay Mukhi
and you gave me company
in the tardeo bylanes
where launderers thrash clothes
that kissed the race course\
a tomb of a sufi saint
white minarets
grey seas
i wrote love war computers
for Vijay Mukhi
and you gave me company
in the tardeo bylanes
where launderers thrash clothes
sacred (((((((((((((y)))))))))))))))))))
is love
clandestine
my past
goats tigers dont mix
poets romantics politicians
pretend
on a dark night brother
one eats the other
clandestine
my past
goats tigers dont mix
poets romantics politicians
pretend
on a dark night brother
one eats the other
suicide ::::Y::::
YOU TRIED TO KILL YOURSELF
you tried did you not?
when dad was in jail
and you needed me to love me
i had nothing to give
every drop was squeezed
her mother had cancer
not my fault
her sister a crush
and you were in an 18th century love affair
you tried did you not?
when dad was in jail
and you needed me to love me
i had nothing to give
every drop was squeezed
her mother had cancer
not my fault
her sister a crush
and you were in an 18th century love affair
on the mezanini ...y...
i felt your breast
ripe as william's plum
that drove me crazy and mom complained
she did not want her son to be a casanova
little did she know
that i died a million deaths in love
ripe as william's plum
that drove me crazy and mom complained
she did not want her son to be a casanova
little did she know
that i died a million deaths in love
endless calls y
and i thought that was neha
you gave million missed calls
on 8075854
now the number is dead and cellular calls remain
you gave million missed calls
on 8075854
now the number is dead and cellular calls remain
masters %%%%%%%%%Y##########
you were pursuing your masters as the leaves fell in Bombay Uni
i sat near the dept of psychology
and i touched you
you recoiled like an old gun
something snapped
was it your self control
as the sun went down
and you complain
that i never wrote poems for you
in urdu
well i just sing them ghazals
i write in english and eat bread
i sat near the dept of psychology
and i touched you
you recoiled like an old gun
something snapped
was it your self control
as the sun went down
and you complain
that i never wrote poems for you
in urdu
well i just sing them ghazals
i write in english and eat bread
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