Hot Dog

It's like a punch to the gut

only no blood to spill : 

Its all curdled up in 

my bitterness of being.

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It's like a kick to the shin

only no bone to crack : 

its mashed in to pieces

under the weight of my dreams. 

~

I am a hot dog of well wishes

mashed hope and pureed pain

burn me in desire ; feed them-

my death must not be in vain. 

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Unfortunate ?

To be worthy of self loathe is also

worth something : 

I learnt this today

as I did the day before,

To be worthy of nothing,

is truly unfortunate.

To end once existence

by choice, is sad indeed

not just for the dead

but for the dying around them.

But to have no will to die or not,

is truly unfortunate. 

Truly unfortunate it is, 

to possess such a beautiful thing :

as life, and pass it by

as you would

the beggar on the street

across your house. 

Truly unfortunate is

this drudgery in spite of 

privileges,

much worthy beings would, perhaps

do justice to 

my worthless being. 

Not there, not here

I went to many places and many

places

came to me

but none as lasting

upon my mind

as the dark corners

where I heard what

I could see.

Much far have I roamed

within the sphere of

my mind,

yet I have not reached

there, where lies

what I seek or 

here, where lies

what I have.

This curse, 

and blessing

at once

is maddening;

to be here 

and not

to be there 

and not.

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Shatter

Big round eyes stared at me

eyebrows lifted high,

lips parting in a perfect ellipse

to reveal well brushed dentures.

Her fingers slipped from mine,

two of them tried bravely to hold on,

only to push me further faster

hurtling in space and time.

A short shriek I heard

before I hit the floor :

fulfilled a glass's destiny 

and shattered into more.

Only dying is forever

Many deaths have I seen in

these tiny brown eyes

but none as tragic

as yesterday’s laughter upon your lips.

I was a fool to not record them :

Only dying is forever.

Heart of Stone

My castle is falling.

What use of running 

pillar to pillar

begging for forgiveness:

they are of stones,

just like my heart.

Rainbow

Dark clouds like 

spots beneath the eye

of the summer sun, lacking in sleep,

sprinkled water to wake the Sun up :

In such harmony did the rainbows dance.

Not man, not woman, 

infinite infinities exist

and how many can you count ?

Each one is a ray of light in space

emanating of the same central source,

where comes the question of who travels most ?

Within you, me and them

are questions unanswered,

How does it matter how we seek the answer ?

Equality is for equals :

and some infinities are not comparable.

Why didn't I brush my teeth ?

While I sit here scratching

my teeth off yellow stinking paste

waiting for the traffic signal 

to turn green, I wonder "Why didn't I brush ?",

a car with a couple stop by:

bright black straight hair falling

on slightly exposed shoulders

tanned to perfection like a

patiently roasted leg of lamb.

And as they drive by, I am left to wonder

"Why didn't I brush my teeth ?"

Once upon a time

I was once a happy man;

and then I found a mirror

that taught me how to hate.

~

I could once talk to people;

and then I spoke to me

and learnt the art of guilt.

~

I enjoyed looking around;

and then I looked within

and learnt the depth of darkness.

~

I could once hear the birds that sing;

and then I heard my heart

and learnt what deafness means.

~

I could once smile unknowingly;

and then I saw them laugh

and learnt how to compare.

~

I could once just be me;

and then I saw them all

and forgot who I am.

~

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Dreamt dreams

I dream of dreams forgotten and

left to dust on life's pedastal.

I dream of dreamy dreams dreamt while

sleepwalking through the alleys of life.

I dream of nothingness, coated

with a little of everything

I dream of plain canvasses, sprinkled

with the blood of dreams that died :

while I dreamt of dreams I hadn't dreamt.

Never knowing that those that died were truly mine.

Me and You

In the silence of my thoughts

I reach a dark palace, and

in its darkest corner I see you.

~

In the clamor of disjoint voices

I reach a white sand sea, and

in its prettiest shell I see you.

~

But you are just me, Aren't you ?

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